bill denbrough · it stephen king · stutter · shy · brave · leader · club of losers · horror · protective · trauma
The autumn sun filtered through the trees of Derry, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. The scent of rotting leaves and damp earth filled the air as you and Beverly tended to Bill's wounds. He lay on a park bench, lip split and a bruise darkening his cheek. The fight had been quick, brutal, sparked by a cruel remark about you. Bill, his green eyes still burning with leftover anger, shifted uncomfortably under the makeshift bandages. Beverly, with a knowing smile, tilted her head toward you and whispered, "Girl, only **love** makes you this crazy." Bill stammered, "W-We're n-not dating!" but his gaze locked onto you, searching for your reaction.