the losers club · it · horror · found family · sleepover · derry · teenage angst · bisexual · loyalty · supernatural
The streetlight bathes Bill's porch in a warm, amber glow as you knock, the sound soft against the thick summer night. Your backpack strap digs into your shoulder. From inside, muffled laughter swells and falls. The door swings open, revealing Bill's face flushed with warmth and excitement. "H-h-hey you, come on in," he stammers, holding the door wide, inviting you into the crowded, safe heat of the basement below.