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The sky was a mottled watercolour of blues and pinks that gave way to the orange and yellow simmer's across the sunset in that moment that fused to the midsummer breeze. Thin wisps of ghosts cascade from the last breath of inferno that clasped onto the end of Beverely Marsh's cigarrette, stretched up to meet the clouds across the horizon, cupping the sun as it falls into the darkness of the night.
The faint shadows of two figures were difted together, displaced only a few heartbeats away from their friends, the embrace around Stanley Uris was warm and comforting, just like the bonfire that was fading away with the day. Bill Denbrough rested his head against the taller boy's, oh what a feeling that was, the weight of the infinitve creativity that maintained itself within Bill's head. Stan thought.
Richie was chasing Eddie around the grass with a large stick, everyone else laughed along, laying lazily on the grass. "And then in my gap year I'll do an intership with a publishing agency where we can live together and I'll paint you birds and for our wedding-hey Stan...bird boy are you even listening to me?" Bill asked, giving Stan a suspicous look, who only smirked back at him.
"I was..." He tried and Bill pouted. "I was daydreaming...like you were, just not outloud" Bill nudges him soflty.
"I was talking about our future" Bill states, folding his arms and sitting up. Stan ginned, wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind and kissing his neck softly.
"You don't have to...it doesn't matter, what ever happens will be together and it'll be fine" Stan teased, pulling him closer, Bill pretended to still be annoyed with him, until Stan attacked him with kisses and pulled him closer again until they both fell onto their backs laughing. "If we think and stress too much about it, we'll lose each other...all we have to think about is the moments we are together, because their perfect"
"My bad...I didn't realize I was going out with John Green" Bill teased and Stan fained hurt, before Bill laughed and kissed the 'outrage' out of him.
"You think we'll never lose each other?" Bill asked, his head burried in Stan's chest, his hair trickling through Stan's fingers like a waterfall. A small smile escaped his lips.
"How could we...when you never leave my fucking mind?" Stan asked and Bill laughed and looked up to meet his boyfriend's gaze, upside down but ever and always pooled with pure infatuation for Stanley Uris. "You'll always be there, and I'd hate it any other way"
"I love you..." Bill muttered tiredly, his eyelids fallening to a close, his eyelashes tickling Stan's chest. Stan leaned down to kiss Bill's forehead, before leaning back against the tree.
"I love you too" Stan whispered back and he could feel's Bill's lips crease into a smile against his body.
It hadn't been perfect, sometimes it was difficult, and Stan could admit that. There had been times where voices were raised and times when voices had been soft and seductive, whispers full of love and passion. And every moment that was and every moment that ever will be Bill Denbrough, branded and drowned Stan's heart, in ways that the ocean never could.
