it was early in the morning when i met you. the moment you said your name, the sun started to rise over the mountains. i'm not very good at writing yet, but that's got to mean something poetic -b.d.
stanley uris and bill denbrough know exactly how they feel about one another. they hate each other. but when bill places a letter, addressed to anyone who finds it first, in his 2nd period chemistry class, the person who finds it may not be who he imagined. "you're just a curly haired jerk." "and your just a stutte...
"we're g-g-going t-to find each other, o-okay?" stanley took in a shaky breath before responding. "promise?" "p-promise."