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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Bill_Denbrough/Beverly_Marsh, Billverly
  Character:
      Bill_Denbrough, Beverly_Marsh, Richie_Tozier, Pennywise_(IT), The_Losers
      Club_(IT), Henry_Bowers's_Gang_(IT), Ben_Hanscom, Mike_Hanlon, Eddie
      Kaspbrak, Stanley_Uris, Alvin_Marsh
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      i'll_take_this_slowly, Trashmouth_Tozier, My_First_Work_in_This_Fandom,
      My_First_Fanfic, i_love_bill, but_he's_so_young, so_i_made_him_older,
      Eventual_Smut, Eventual_Romance, Eventual_Sex, why_is_no_one_writing
      about_them, Summer_Love, Puberty, Aged-Up_Character(s), Underage
      Masturbation, Loss_of_Virginity, Hurt/Comfort, Making_Out
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      Published: 2017-10-02 Updated: 2017-11-20 Chapters: 13/? Words: 12589
****** First Love Never Die ******
by MissCorn
Summary
     "You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more
     than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked
     somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the
     only person you can ever imagine yourself with."
     Bill and Beverly might not be just friends after all...
Notes
     *Title based on SOKO's song with the same name!
     *All the losers are aged 16-17. Georgie and Bill had a bigger age
     different as Georgie was 10yo last year, when Pennywise killed him.
     It is still around, but not very active.
     * You can find me at https://mikes2ndcousinfromsweden.tumblr.com/
     where you can send me requests <3
***** The Cleanup *****
Chapter Summary
     Bill and Beverly talking after they clean Bev's bathroom from all the
     blood.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                        
She thought she was going crazy…  I wish she had told us sooner. No one should
feel like they’re losing their minds. Wish all of us had talked to each other
sooner. I wonder what else she has inside that beautiful, fiery head of hers.
And her hair smells great. Wait, was that weird? Yeah, it was, Bill. Stop it.
Shall I ask her out? To do what?  Hey, Bev, do you wanna  go out and maybe have
a crazy demon clown eat both of us? That would be a disaster. Maybe… maybe
Derry Fair! Yes! Derry Fair! Not too obvious and so many other people will be
around. Super safe! Yay!
“What are you smiling about?” she asked with a chuckle. “We just cleaned a
bathroom full of blood!” she turned and their eyes met for a moment, both
smirking before turning to look at the bathtub that an hour ago was a small
pool of cold blood.
“H-h-have you been to t-the Derry Fair b-before?” Bill asked hesitantly,
looking down at his hands where the now clean cloth was still wet from the
scrubbing.
“No, I don’t think I have!”
“I-i-it’s really good! T-there are games and c-cotton candy. W-we could g-go…
If-if you want t-to, I mean…” he blurted out, immediately regretting it. Was it
too soon? I should have given her more reasons to come. Like… come on, Bill.
Games and cotton candy? That’s the best you can do? Are we 12 or something? For
fuc-
“Yes! I’d love to!” she said with excitement turning to face him and
looking straight into his eyes. He gulped.
Oh my… Am I staring? Yes, I am, but she’s staring too. Come on. Stop now. But,
I don’t want to. Look at those glowing blue-green eyes… those freckles too.
Stop smiling at her you idiot. Don’t look at her lips. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK.
But they’re so full and pink and…kissable. Did she just bite her lower lip?
LOOK AWAY!
He instantly looked back at her eyes and turned his head looking for somewhere
to leave the wet cloth he was using the past hour. He felt a strange warmth
inside. His heart pounding hard in his chest. Can she hear my heartbeat? I hope
not…Leaving the cloth at the end of the bathtub, he glanced at her once again
and saw her still smiling. She hadn’t stopped. His hands awkwardly hanging next
to his hips now that he didn’t have anything to hold. He wasn’t sure where to
look.
“I-i should p-p-probably g-go now. I t-think I can already h-h-hear Richie
complain about l-l-leaving him alone f-for so l-long”. Just tell me I’m not
blushing.
“Yeah, I bet he won’t forgive us any time soon” she laughed. “But, hey… thank
you for being here for me… ALL OF YOU” she said quickly, almost sounding like
trying to correct herself for forgetting about the other boys. She shyly moved
closer, her arms carefully wrapped around his shoulders, her cheek pressed to
his neck, her hair tickling his ear. He slowly put his left arm around her
waist, hesitantly, in case she wanted to leave his arms sooner than he did.
When she didn’t move, he placed his other hand between her shoulder blades and
pressed her closer to his body. He leaned with his chin touching her shoulder
and inhaled softly, not wanting this to end. Her scent sweet and sour; her
usual lemon scented shampoo and maybe a trace of sweat from her constant fear
of her father coming back home out of nowhere. Closing his eyes, he felt the
urge to lean down and hide in the crook of her neck, so he did. They had
already crossed the line of their friendship a while ago, hugging like this,
alone in her bathroom. They readjusted their arms and bodies to come even
closer if that were possible, enjoying each other’s warmth, secure in each
other’s arms, safe from every harm, and stayed like that for an unclear amount
of time. It seemed like forever or maybe it shouldhave lasted forever.
“I DON’T WANT TO BE LATE FOR MY DATE WITH YOUR MOM, BILLY BOY!” Richie screamed
from the street, causing Bill to spring out of his dreamy state. Really,
Richie? Really? Now? You couldn’t pick a worse time for your mom jokes?
They untangled their arms and bodies, Beverly chuckling awkwardly and Bill with
an apologetic smile on his face.
“T-t-that’s me.” He lifted his finger showing the window where the voice came
from.
“We’ll talk again, Bill. Derry Fair, remember?” She said with a sweet smile.
“Y-yes!”
“Bye, Bill!” she raised her hand making a small movement as he clumsily stepped
towards the door.
“Bye, Beverly!” he waved walking out of her door, unsure if he could look back
without making his intension of looking at her one last time too obvious.
Chapter End Notes
     Guys, tell me if you like the style and if i should continue posting,
     i planned on each chapter being either from Bill's or Bev's point of
     view. This is also my first story ever and I could use some feedback!
***** Bevvie *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens in Beverly's home after Bill leaves.
 
She sat at the end of the bathtub, right where he left her when he walked out
of the door awkwardly smiling and almost falling on the side wall (because he
wasn’t looking where he was going), feeling warm and fuzzy, feeling safe. After
all this time.
He has a nice smile, doesn’t he? The last image of Bill still very vivid in her
mind.  And he looked so nervous. Even more than I was when I hugged him. Could
he feel my heart pounding when I did? What was I thinking doing something like
this? He looked so vulnerable and exhausted from all the cleaning, and it was
my way of thanking him. Yeah, that’s what it was. But the way he held me, she
thought, tracing the parts of her body his hands touched, so tight. I wanted to
stay there, with his arms around me.
She tried to relive every detail; how smooth his neck was brushing her cheek,
the goosebumps on his skin, the smell of his hair, the way his hand carefully
curled around her waist keeping her there, while his other hand slowly climbed
higher on her bare back, his fingers radiating warmth. The thought alone was
enough to make the soft hair at the back of her neck rise …and those eyes. The
way he looked at me. I’m sure he was staring at my lips at some point. What…
what was he thinking?She touched her lips with the tips of her index and middle
fingers and remembered how he leaned closer to her, feeling his breath over her
exposed pulse point right under her chin, warm and steady. His temple pressed
against her wild curls, his arm so tight around her waist almost lifting her
from the ground.
Surely I must be overthinking.
She stood up, walked to the mirror and looked at herself. She was still
flushed. Her freckles blending in with the cherry red of her cheeks. Derry
Fair, huh? She raised a hand guiding one of her curls over and behind her ear.
That’s in two days. Is it a date? Should I ask him? No, that would make things
weird between us if it isn’t. Maybe he was just being nice to me, being a good
friend, helping in an hour of need, offering me something to look forward to
keep my mind busy.
She went to her bedroom, picked up her Walkman, put her headphones on and sang
along “I’m not in love” by 10cc over and over again.Oh, Bill, what have you
done to me?Her headphones and singing blocked every background sound from her
surroundings, so when a cold, hard hand squeezed her dancing shoulder it sent
her flying across the room out of fear of It being here.
“What are you doing there, Bevvie? Why is your dress wet?”, her father asked,
with a flat and monotonous voice, a smile on his thin lips that never seemed to
reach his eyes, sending a quiver up her spine. She lowered her headphones; the
answer should never leave any room for doubt, straightened her dress and put a
fake-relieved, childish grin on her face to hide her angst.
“You scared me there, Daddy. I was just listening to some music.” She declared,
as innocently as she could, believing every word.
He approached her, like a wild animal its prey, and she tried not to move, stay
still, stay still, that smile slowly fading off his face. His hand rapidly
grabbing the end of her dress pulling her cruelly too close to him.
“And why is your dress wet? Have you being playing around with those boys
again?”, his other hand taking her jaw in a tight grip, “Maybe went for a swim
with them, huh? You know, I hear a lot of talkin-“, he says, suddenly very
serious, practically a breath away from her now white from fear face.
“I WAS CLEANING THE BATHROOM, DADDY.” she screamed shutting her eyes trying to
block the view of his furious face. The next thing she felt was a piercing pain
on the side of her face that sent her collapsing to the floor, blinking a
couple of times, her brain catching up to the fact that her father hit her.
Again. She’s never prepared and when she is, it never happens.
“Sometimes I worry about you, Bevvie. Sometimes I worry a lot! And now you
better stay in your room, away from those kids.” he says in an apologetic tone,
but she can’t find the strength to look at him, his words die out in her ears,
one of which is ringing from the hit. She can see from the corner of her eye
that her father in now leaving her room, continuing taking.
And I was in such a great mood.She stood up, tiptoeing to the bathroom, the
bathroom that the Losers Club helped clean up, the bathroom where they hugged
with Bill. Everything seemed like a distant memory, even though it all happened
a couple of hours before, the physical pain overshadowing the sweet taste he
left behind. She gave her face a quick rinse, washing the tears away, the ones
she wasn’t aware of, her body’s reaction to the sudden soreness of her
cheek. Derry Fair. Two days.
She wore her shoes, took her Walkman and ran out of the door, grabbing her bike
and cycling down the street. No music playing, the headphones on her ears just
to keep the world from reaching her.
***** The Visitor *****
Chapter Summary
     Bill lays in his bed thinking about his day when he has an unexpected
     visitor
 
He was finally lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, exhausted and drained
from every ounce of energy he had when he woke up this morning, but feeling a
sense of accomplishment. He stood still, replaying his entire day, the call
from Bev asking for their help, the horror of seeing her bloody bathroom, them
hugging, what was that?, leaving her and scolding “Trashmouth” for being
exactly what his nickname implied on his way out, biking around town listening
to him complain NON-STOP with a scoop of mom jokes and unpleasant (but witty)
comments about them being virgins, to ease with the complaining, which usually
led to some awkward silences, until someone pointed out the time. Eddie had to
go back home to his overbearing mother, Mike had to work overtime and Stan had
to study for his bar mitzvah, he couldn’t care less about religion… his father
should understand that at some point.Ben decided to go back to the library
while it was still open for some further research on Derry’s history and he was
left alone with his best friend.
When they were the two of them, Richie wasn’t the irritating A hole he was
around big groups of people. He could actually maintain a meaningful
conversation, so they did. They talked about school, starting off as seniors
after the summer, the Bowers Gang and how they ought it to themselves to bring
them down and eventually, as it got darker… some girl talk. Bill wasn’t sure
what Richie’s sexual orientation was; he never talked about anyone specific,
and this time Bill was the one to talk ceaselessly and Richie’s turn to listen.
He told him about Bev, their hug, him asking her out, how her bright red hair
tickled his ear, how he didn’t want to let go and how she didn’t seem to move
either until SOMEONE ruined the moment.
“You’re in love, man!”, he said mockingly, a triumphant smirk on his face,
bumping Bill’s shoulder with his own. Hell. Am I?
“Oh, s-shut up-p! I’m n-n-not! Not yet anyw-ways…”, his voice dying out “W-what
am I going to d-do, man.”, he continued with a concerned tone, looking down.
“Do Bev! She is great. You two love birds have my blessing, and now you can go
make babies with her.”, Richie answered like he was asked the easiest question
in the universe and the answer was the most obvious one, earning him a “for
real now?” look from his friend.
“Okay, okay! You said you asked her to join you to the Fair, right?, Bill
nodded, “So why are we still making assumptions? You’ll see how that goes, stop
thinking about it now, you can’t do shit to find out without Bev being
present.”. Richie was right.
A petite sound from outside put an end to his reminiscence getting his train of
thought off its rails. What. Was. That. Hell no! I don’t need any dancing
clowns in my bedroom after midnight in a house where the residents don’t give a
flying fuck about their living son. Woah, there Billy. Where did all that come
fr-?
The sound was heard again. He was sure this time it was a small rock hitting
the surface of his window. He waited a few seconds, holding his breath enabling
his ears to hear even the smallest sounds, then another peddle was thrown.
Okay, that’s it.He stood up, anxiously approaching the window, took a deep
breath and pulled the curtains in a flash, ready to face the beast, but a
shorter thinner creature had taken its place.
Bev? Wh-What is going on here?He never stuttered in his thoughts, but this
situation had him at a loss for words.
She had lowered her eyes after achieving her purpose of waking him up and now
only stood there, waiting for him. Even in the summer the temperatures after
dark could go pretty low and she was hugging herself in the middle of his front
lawn, only wearing her usual dress out of thin fabric, which now looked
dirtier.
He hadn’t run this fast in the hallways of his own house since he was five
years old and thought he heard Santa leave him a present under the Christmas
tree. He searched for his mother’s keys in her purse, almost emptying the whole
thing, so many stuff, so little space, come on where are they, I can hear them
jiggl- YES,opening the door in a hurry. He stepped outside, breathing fast, the
cold breeze making him shiver. She observed him with eyes red and puffy, face
white as snow. Oh no, Bev, what happened to you?Her bike abandoned somewhere in
a bush, she slowly walked towards him, dragging her feet on the ground, her
arms still wrapped around her frame. Instinctively, he rushed in front of her
pulling her into a tight hug. His arms around her numbed from the cold body,
his cheek on the top of her messy hair. Nothing passing through his mind, just
the thought of someone he cared a lot about being hurt.
“It’s okay, Bev. You’re okay.” He whispered in her ear, not stuttering once,
before placing his lips on her temple, kissing her gently.
***** Come In *****
Chapter Summary
     Beverly has nowhere to go so Bill invites her to his home
 
He held her firmly, warming her up by running his hands up and down her
trembling back and shoulders, caressing her hair, trying to make her feel safe
and loved. What happened, Bev? Who hurt you? Should I punch someone? I’d
probably get myself killed trying; I don’t think I have ever hit anyone in my
life aiming to hurt them.He felt her stiff body loosening up, her breath under
his neck evening out. Her hands falling off her arms, now delicately placed on
his sides, over his hips. He took that as an indication to lift his cheek off
the tip of her head, open his eyes and pulling her at half arm’s length to look
at her. Her hands still on his sides gripping his shirt. She might have being
crying without him noticing, because when he pulled away there was a wet patch
on his shirt right under his left collarbone.
She looked him up through her thick eyelashes. “I have nowhere to go.”, she
whispered with a low and husky voice. And he somehow felt her distress, so he
did the only thing he could think of. He took her hand and guided her inside;
she followed blindly, trusting him completely. He made sure to lock the door
behind them,like Pennywise can’t just appear in my room anytime he feels like
it, oh, the illusion of safety,and led her up the stairs. Her hand was ice
cold, but held his tenderly. Across the hallway, a dim light was coming from
his room.
When they entered his room, Bill shut the door, no need for my parents to wake
up, right?,and turned to look at Bev, who looked even worse under lighting. Her
hair dirty, her summer dress stained with mud, her knees scrapped and a yellow
–turning purple- bruise decorating her face from cheekbone to chin. He was
staring, he knew he was, but for a moment her image was like a kick in his
stomach and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He gulped.
“S-stay.”, he told her and stormed out of the door. When he came back, she was
still standing right where he left her, afraid to sit anywhere because of her
state of uncleanness. He was holding a towel, a pair of plaid light colored
pajamas and a pair of clean boxer shorts.
“Y-You can t-take a shower and ch-change if-f you want to.”, he said,
stretching his hands towards her and giving her a small smile. Please do. It’ll
make you feel better, I promise.Hesitantly, she reached for the stuff, brushing
his fingers with hers while taking them. Then, in the blink of an eye she was
silently out of the room and Bill was left to question the reality of
everything that just had happened.
Bev is here, in this house, and it’s after midnight and she’s hurt. She’s hurt
and, although we’ve known her since we were thirteen, I don’t think she’ll tell
us the real reason behind those bruises any time soon.Bill was curious, but he
wasn’t going to pry or mention that. Through the years she made all kinds of
excuses and the Losers at first believed her, then the bruising became frequent
and her cover-ups diminished. The Losers stopped asking after a while and she
was thankful for that. She wasn’t ready to share something like this, even with
her closest friends.
And right now, she was in his bathroom taking a shower. Naked. Of course naked,
you idiot, do you ever shower with your clothes on?He walked to the bathroom,
stood outside the door, eavesdropping to check if she was alright. At that
moment, he heard the popping of a lid opening up and then a squelching sound.
Will she use my soap? Will she smell like me when she gets out?Suddenly, a
feeling of pride and possession overwhelmed him, and an image of Beverly
washing her skinny, but feminine, body made its way to his mind. Her body had
changed a lot since they welcomed her to the Losers Club. Now that he thought
about it; at first, it was her period, then her breasts were looking fuller and
she started wearing bras, and now her hips were getting rounder, while she
never stopped being the tomboy they all cared about. And now that goddess is
taking a shower behind that door.
He felt a familiar warmth in his lower abdomen and noticed he was already half-
hard in his pants. He just stared at it, willing it to go down, because he
could not, WOULD not, jack off to thoughts of one of his best friends. If he
did, he could never go back to how things were. And also, he didn’t have the
time. He spent so long thinking of Beverly, he didn’t hear there was no more
water running from inside the bathroom. The door opened and he found himself
face to face with her pale face and questioning eyes. She definitely didn’t
expect to find him there and he surely wasn’t planning on being there when she
came out.
He hastily took a step back and coughed clearing his throat. “J-j-just c-came
to see if-f you n-needed anyth-th-thing!” he gabbled, clasping his hands over
his crotch.
***** Sweet Dreams *****
Chapter Summary
     Bill will sleep like a baby
 
Steam came from behind her the moment she opened the door, like a singer on
stage. She looked divine. Her short hair damp, combed and slicked back. She was
wearing his pajamas, which were a couple sizes too big for her and hanged
loosely over her shoulders and hips. The first few buttons of her shirt undone
leaving her neck exposed.
After his poor excuse of why he happened to be there, he stood still, observing
the bruise on her face wishing he could take her pain away. You don’t deserve
that, Bev.Both were tired, their thoughts and movements slow and lethargic.
Unconsciously he reached and gently rested his palm over her cheek with his
thumb stroking her cheekbone, focused on feeling every inch of her beautiful,
freckled skin. He felt comfortable doing so, like he had done it a thousand
times before. It still stung, but his touch was tender, full of concern, so she
leaned on his hand. Wish you were mine, Bev. Wish I could touch you like this
every minute of every hour.
He was thankful for the low lighting coming from his room at the end of the
hallway, because, dammit, his cock was still half-hard in his pants and Bev
wouldn’t be able to make out the difference in the dark. He dropped his hand
that still lingered at the side of her face and paced to his room. She followed
his steps and he closed the door behind them.
It’s floor for me, right? Yeah, right. Or we could just both sleep in my bed.
Bill! Okay, okay, floor it is.He searched for a comforter through his wardrobe
and kneeled to the floor, between his actual bed and his desk, preparing his
sleeping place for the night, like he’s used to when they all have sleepovers
at each other’s houses. She silently sat at his bed watching him, when he
finished with the comforter he sat back at his heels, his hands resting on his
lap looking around for something to use as a pillow, he met her eyes and
Beverly grabbed one from beside her, spread out her arm and gave it to him.
“You s-sure?”, he asked. Sleeping with a bunch of pillows was the best sleep
anyone could have and he wanted the best for her.
She nodded, climbed into his bed and slipped under his covers. Her hair was
back to being curly and untamed, sticking up in every direction. He mimicked
her moves and did the same, all while never breaking eye contact with her for
more than two seconds. She turned around until she was on her stomach, peeking
at him from the side of his covers. He reached over his head with his hand and
turned off the night light from his bedside table.
Initially, everything was pitch-black. It was only after a minute or so that
his eyes adjusted to the dark and he started making out some silhouettes, at
first the objects near his two windows and then some details, like the pens and
pencils sticking out of their holder on his desk, or some of his worn clothes
hanging from the back of his chair. He was on his stomach too, afraid his
erection might make an appearance sometime in the night, clearly uninvited and
embarrassing in case Beverly decided to look at him. Not that I can ever be
sure of how I might end up sleeping in the morning.He turned his eyes at the
direction of Bev, her breath steady in the absolute silence of the room,
reassuring. She was awake; he knew she was because he could see the faint glim
in her eyes that were angled towards him, blinking slowly.
He felt her body shifting from beneath the covers and her arm falling off the
bed. Her knuckles touching the floor, a foot away from his face. She carried on
by reaching softly with the tips of her fingers at the edge of his covers. It
was his turn to take the risk, get his hand out and close the distance between
their hands. Racing thoughts passing through his mind, predicting each possible
scenario. She did the first move and brushed over the back of his hand with her
index finger, almost like asking for permission. He turned his hand facing
upwards and for a while they just moved their fingers around each other’s,
tracing their palms and lithely going in between the spaces.
I’m touching her, really touching her. I’m not dreaming, she’s here, in my bed
and we’re almost holding hands. And she used my soap after all; I can smell it
on her skin.Her hand was so close to him now he felt the urge to place his lips
on the back of it, kiss her delicate skin, kiss every finger separately, kiss
her palm and wrists. She took his hand on hers and interrupted his affectionate
thoughts. Simple as that.Soon after that she closed her eyes.
Bill kept staring at her, paying attention to her breathing, watching her
figure go slightly up with every inhalation, while lightly caressing her hand
until, finally, he fell asleep, getting the best night’s sleep he had in
months. And without a bunch of pillows.
***** Thank You *****
Chapter Summary
     The morning after Beverly slept at Bill's
     (a chapter to spice things up a bit ^_^ )
 
They’re holding hands now, fingers intertwined, they smile at each other
bouncing up and down the hard soil with excitement. Then they start the
countdown in unison “THREE… TWO… ONE…” and they run. They run fast, but in his
mind it’s also in slow motion and he gets to see her broad smile, her luminous
eyes, and her fiery curls jumping with her every step. They are almost there,
the end of the cliff, she squeezes his hand and they both take a deep breath.
They’re off the ground; they’re free falling, their legs cycling on air, their
wild screams filling the morning silence. It feels like they’re falling
forever, until they hit the surface of the lake with a loud splash.
The water is cold, sending a sharp, but bearable, pain up their bodies that
lasts only a few seconds. Fingers untangled after their collision. Bill is
swimming to get to the top, while Beverly is already there breathing heavily,
smiling genuinely, waiting for him to emerge. When he does, her face is the
first thing he sees, bright blue eyes staring back at him, water droplets
dripping off her eyelashes and running down her cheeks. He swims closer, but
she goes further away with a mischievous smile, like asking to be chased after,
and who is he to resist. He kicks his legs and with long strokes he tries to
catch her, finally getting a hold of her ankle and pulling her towards him
after some failed attempts.
The lake is shallow here and they are facing each other, laughing and splashing
around, up till one of her bra straps slips of her shoulder due to her playful
movements exposing her hardened from the cold pink bud. They stop, out of
breath from fooling around looking straight at each other’s eyes. He slowly
shifts to stand in front of her, inches from her face; he leans closer now
focusing at her chest, their foreheads touching, licking his lips from the
remaining water, and she can feel his breath on her lips. He captures her wrist
to his hand and moves upwards, feeling her silky skin. He reaches to her strap,
fiddling with it, rubbing it between his fingers causing her breath to hitch,
then slowly pulls it higher, over her shoulder, where it belongs. She opens her
eyes and catches him biting his lower lip. She closes the distance between them
entirely by crushing their mouths together, her hand sliding to the back of his
neck to hold him there. Her lips are velvety, but the kiss is hungry, almost
desperate, like they waited too long for it. His hand comes up to rest at her
lower back , while the other makes its way up to her neck to hold her face to
his. He’s full hard now, his cock brushing over her lower belly with nothing
but the thin fabric of their underwear separating them.
He woke up with a jolt, not knowing where or when he was, wide eyes trying to
adjust to the morning light coming from his window, causing him to make a
tortured grimace. He looked down; a little tent had formed with his covers, is
that my-,with basic support being his boner. Fuckity fuck fuck!He rapidly
jumped forward, leaning over it and shyly turning to face Beverly, expecting to
see her laughing. To his surprise, she wasn’t there. He stood up and climbed on
his bed. His pajamas were waiting for him on top of his covers and a note on
his pillow with Bev’s handwriting on it; “Thank you”.
A smile making its way up to his lips. Sprawled up on his bedsheets, he
unintentionally created the perfect friction for his trapped cock. A little
groan escaping his mouth as he let his forehead fall to the pillow that now
smelled utterly like Bev, images from his dream flooding back. Her silky skin.
The water droplets running down her cheeks, down her neck and between her
breasts. He turned facing upwards, because there was no reason to fight back
now. He reached down, lowering the waistbands of both his sweatpants and boxer
briefs, when he noticed that Bev didn’t leave his boxer shorts with the rest of
his clothes. She left wearing my underwear.The thought sent a wave of pleasure
down his cock and he wrapped a hand around it in time to feel it throb. He
moved his hand up his dick, passing over the head and rubbing his thumb over
his slit causing a bead of precome to leak from it. Her breath. Her strap
falling of her shoulder leaving her exposed.He sets up a steady pace, his upper
back arching of the bed, his head falling back. Her wet lips.He imagines
running his hands up and down her body, pinching her hardened nipples before
guiding one into his mouth, making her hiss when he softly bites down on it,
her hands coming up to grip his hair tightly. Bill’s hand moves faster and
faster along his shaft, and he has to bite his arm as he gives one last squeeze
at that area under the head and he comes. Hard. Shooting his release up his
chest, staining his pajamas. Now I have one more reason to wear the pair Bev
wore last night.
***** What have you done to me? *****
Chapter Summary
     Beverly goes back home.
 
He lay there allowing himself to enjoy his post-orgasm bliss. He turned his
head to inhale her scent from his pillow, imagining she was still there. Sweet
thoughts taking the place of the lustful ones that drove him to come undone
minutes ago; him running his fingers through her hair, her hiding in the crook
of his neck, inaudible laughing, tacking her curls behind her ear, staring into
her eyes. What have you done to me Beverly Marsh?
He wipes his hand on his sweatpants, tucking himself back in and pulling them
back up on his hips. Slowly he sits up, unbuttons his stained shirt and takes
it off, pacing to the bathroom, planning on taking a long shower.
                               *       *       *
Beverly always thought herself as a “short-sleeper”, but not by choice or by
her actual need for sleep. When her mother, sweet Elfrida, was still alive,
young Bev used to listen to her cries every other night when her husband made a
fuss and abused her, beating her up when the slightest thing was off. Then she
used to come to her room, reassuring her that everything was fine, that it was
her fault after all. But Bev couldn’t go back to sleep; her mother wasn’t the
only person her father abused in this house, so she learned to keep her head
down and sleep lightly in case something happened. In case he decided to visit
her in the middle of the night. As the years passed, it became second nature to
her to wake up with the first light in the morning, sensitive to even the
gentlest sunrays, and that’s what happened at Bill’s.
It was around five in the morning when she woke up, her arm numbed from hanging
off the bed all night. She took the time to feel his hand in hers, stroke the
back of it, while watching him sleep deeply, on the exact same position he was
last night, before mildly withdrawing her hand, earning a muffled noise and a
movement of his lips. She took his clothes off and grabbed her dirty dress from
the chair’s arm near his desk. I shall leave him a message, I don’t want him to
think that I regret last night.She looked around and found a piece of paper and
a pen. Something simple, Bev. And there is nothing simpler than a thank you
note.
It felt empowering getting undressed in front of him, without him knowing. She
was almost completely naked and smiling down on Bill; ready to take his boxer
shorts off, when she remembered that she didn’t have any clean underwear with
her and the ones from last night were dirty from her cycling adventures that
led to her bike suddenly being stuck in the mud and her falling off it and
right into the muck. Both her thumbs hooked into the elastic of his underwear
when she decided to keep them. A playful smirk on her face. She put her dirty
dress back on and left his clothes on top of his bedsheets, as well as the note
on his pillow and walked out of his room as silently as she could to not wake
his parents up. When she made it to the door she was relieved Bill forgot to
put his mother’s keys back into her purse last night.
Outside was still relatively dark, only one of the street lights lighting her
way. She picked up her bike from the nearby bush and rode back to her house,
the cold morning breeze waking her up. When she arrived, she went up the fire
escape stairs at the side of the building and through the back door of their
house, sneaking in silently. She tiptoed to the living room where she found her
father sleeping on the sofa, the television still on, static and noise on the
screen. Just tell me he didn’t just sit here watching static all night for
fun.TV snow always creeped her out so she turned it off and went to her room
turning the lock on the door behind her shut. Soon he’ll be off to work, it’s
almost six o’clock.
Here she is now, relaxing in her room, taking her shoes off and then her dress,
slowly, smiling to herself, imagining it was Bill’s hands instead of hers.
His hands grazing over her thighs as he slowly lifts her summer dress up. Their
foreheads and noses touching, she feels his heavy breath on her lips that are
so close that they are actually brushing together. Her arms rising, allowing
him to take off her dress completely, throwing it on the side and revealing her
perky breasts. He stands there staring in awe with lust-blown pupils and she
smiles proudly at the effect she has on him, before capturing his lips in hers,
kissing him deeply and pressing her bare body to his. The fabric of his shirt
rubbing against her sensitive nipples, his hand coming to rest at the small of
her back, pressing her closer, hesitantly going just an inch below the
waistband of his own underwear. His other hand making its way up to the side of
her face, holding her still while he plunges his tongue into her mouth,
dragging a groan from her throat.Her fantasy dies out before it even gets to
the best part when she hears a knock on her door.
“Bevvie, I’m off to work!”, her father growled from outside her bedroom door.
“Bye, daddy.”
***** Bikers Drama *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry i kept you waiting! Here's some bromance between my favorite
     boyz until Bev comes along
 
 
Today they planned on going to the quarry, as they commonly did in the
summertime. Bill rode to Richie’s home, as usual, the friend closer to his
house, and found him already waiting for him outside. He slowed down.
“How’s it goin’, lover boy?”, Richie shouted, giving the pedal of his bike a
push and finding himself seven feet away from his friend so he didn’t have to
stop pedaling.
“R-Richie, don’t call me that.”, he mumbled, turning away and cycling a little
faster as he felt his cheeks turning crimson.
Don’t mention anything about last night, I know you want to but DON’T. You know
Richie! Even if you decide to not include any details, he’ll somehow make you
say them anyway and then make all kinds of embarrassing jokes in front of
Beverly! But, how am I supposed to know what last night meant? I can’t ask
Eddie; he’ll tell me to throw my underwear away the moment she gives the pair
back and point out that she might have something transmitted. And surely I
cannot ask Ben. All these years, I think he made it quite obvious he likes her,
A LOT, and I don’t want to rub it in his face.
“It’s been five minutes that you haven’t said a word. Are you giving me the
silent treatment?”, he complained with a whimper, dragging the words out
“BEV, CAME TO MY HOUSE LAST NIGHT!”, he blurted out. Fuck. That’s a new record
of keeping my mouth shut.
Richie, who was cycling a few feet ahead of Bill, turned his bike around
squeezing his brakes without notice and a face of pure speechlessness, causing
Bill to crash into him and drive them both to collapse on the road. Bill was
holding his head when Richie proceeded on climbing on top of him, lifting him
by his shoulders and shouting “HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS? FIRST THE HUG AND THE
DATE, AND THEN THE SAME DAY SHE COMES TO YOUR HOUSE! TO DO WHAAAAT? WHAT’S
NEXT?”. He was rocking him back and forth now, making the whole scene look like
a soap opera.
“Rich- Rich- RICHIE, GET OFF OF MEE!”, Bill interrupted his best friends
dramatic performance. Richie stopped abruptly, got off him and helped him
stand.
“Sorry, man.”, he said with an apologetic tone, “So, what did she want?”, he
continued, with a different accent, that still sounded like him, but was still
better than when they were kids. He always did impersonations, although most of
these voices sounded more or less like him. The secret behind them, though, was
that each voice carried a personality of its own, that’s why Richie fancied
them so much. He had never told anyone, but somehow they knew. He could be
anyone he wanted. In times of distress or grief, he would “act” strong,
eventually feeling better himself. He would “act” like a comedian when he felt
the heaviness of a situation. It was usual for him to shift from one mood to
the other in seconds. Every voice was a part of him and the impersonations was
the way he accessed it.
“Pr-problems at home.”, he murmured, both of them getting back on their bikes.
They rode to the quarry in silence, feeling some kind of guilt following them
like a ghost on a third bike behind them. The guilt that despite knowing how
Beverly’s dad was, no one ever tried to do anything to change the fact that he
was beating their best friend; the first girl that ever loved them, all of
them. They knew Bev was strong, but no one deserved that. Richie understood why
she would go to Bill’s last night; the world can break even the strongest of
people. It wasn’t something to laugh or make silly jokes about. It wouldn’t be
appropriate or acceptable to bring it up the conversation, so he let that
information out of the box with the things that he might mention later on.
They were almost there now, biking through the trees surrounding the quarry
lake. Once in a while Bill enjoyed being present when he cycled through these
trees. Listen to the wind blowing, the leaves rustling, his tires on the soft
soil. He bet those trees had seen unimaginable things. They were here long
before they came to this earth and they will continue to exist long after they
leave.
They could see figures from afar and hear screams when those figures jumped off
the cliff to the water. They could hear Mike’s heavy voice and make out
Beverly’s fiery orange hair. Smiles creeping up on their faces, starting to
pedal faster as they felt they were left behind on the fun.
Colorful towels and a stereo were left lying on the rocks, while Bev, Mike and
Eddie were playing in the water, who, the moment they spotted their friends
arriving, began swimming towards the shore. Bill and Richie abandoned their
bikes near a tree over the rocks they used to gather and went ahead with
removing their clothes. He briefly looked to the water and saw her.
Hey there Bev.
***** The Quarry *****
Chapter Notes
     A little Bill x Bev unfortunate moment, because Bill is the main
     character so he gets both all the shit and fun i can think of
     *awkward smile* sorryyyyy
 
He could clearly see Beverly’s face from here. She had a big ol’ grin cross her
face as she approached the waterside. She was smiling AT him. Mechanically, he
unbuttoned his shirt, took the edges of it out of his shorts and eventually
took it off, his eyes never leaving her stare. She was getting out of the water
breathing heavily when he reached for his pants. Her white underwear sticking
tightly to her body. He popped open the one and only button at the top of his
fly with a smirk he didn’t know he had on. She came closer, her breasts
bouncing lightly in the movement, her pink nipples opening holes to her bra.
Richie had already high-fived Mike and tousled Eddie’s hair as a greeting and
now they were all three of them staring at Beverly and Bill in uncomfortable
silence, as they felt that their chemistry had somehow changed. A what the
fuuuuckslipped out of Richie’s mouth, but Bill and Bev didn’t hear it, and Mike
and Eddie didn’t seem to have anything to add.
Bill lowered his zipper. Her eyes were glowing, her grin wide and soft. The
water was dripping off her like small rivers licking her skin. Everything was
in slow motion. He bit his lower lip and his jean shorts dropped to the ground.
For a moment he was ready to grab her hand and lead them to the water when he
heard a loud laughter at the back of his mind that brought him back to reality.
It was Richie’s laugh and he was shouting his name now.
“BILL, IS THAT A RABBIT IN YOUR POCKET?”, Rich had leaned forward holding his
knees with his hands to hold himself from falling down from his laughter, while
Mike had his in front of his growing grin and Eddie was hiding his eyes out of
embarrassment for Bill. He saw Beverly’s eyes going south and then up again.
Her cheeks turning a dark red. Oh, no. OH, COME OOON.He looked down at his
underwear. The moment he laid eyes on his white shorts, panic washed over him.
He barely had time to think. He turned his back to Bev and the others, and sank
to his knees grabbing his bag pack to his crotch, looking around stressfully,
feeling embarrassed and humiliated.
I took care of it this morning, dammit! Why do I keep getting boners out of
thin air? For fuck’s sake!His face was red as a cherry ready to pop. Bev had
taken her towel and covered herself, smiling shyly and rolling her eyes at
Richie who was starting to calm down a bit.
Rich, still giggling, walked in front of Bill who was looking at him with upset
eyes, TRAITOR! (even though he knew his body functions had nothing to do with
him),stepped at his toes with his and gave him his hand to help him stand. He
took a deep breath thinking about it and took his hand, but kept the bag, not
knowing it was completely useless after such stressful situation that drove his
boner to die almost as fast as it had risen. Just to be sure. I don’t feel it
sometimes when it’s up, so maybe it hasn’t gone down yet.Beverly had turned her
back so he didn’t feel ashamed and was talking with Eddie now, something about
gazebos(?). Yeah, he wasn’t sure, but was utterly thankful for that movement.
Mike came closer and gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. “It’s okay, man.
It can happen to anybody. Now, let’s go catch that turtle we saw the other day
swimming in the lake”, he encouraged.
                               *       *       *
“JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!”, they all screamed in unison, while rhythmically clapping
their hands faster and faster.
Beverly was always the first to jump off the cliff; it was like an untold
agreement. She would jump, weightless, stopping the time for them, stealing
their eyes for those few seconds before they followed her. She was their girl,
their queen. She might have been a boy at heart, always one of them, but she
never stopped being the only girl of their club, and they never stopped having
that special connection with her. One could say that, at some point, they’ve
all been in love with her, seeing in her what they couldn’t see in each other,
some more than some others, but they never talked about that either. Some grew
out of it, some would in the future, while others never will.
Now the only figure left on top of the cliff was Eddie’s, shifting his weight
from one leg to another, restlessly. It was easier for him to jump when he had
someone up there with him, but this time they all rushed to jump before him,
and he would swear he could hear something in the trees behind him. At last, he
made the leap, not for his friends, but because he felt he had no choice, like
the people jumping off burning buildings, like the air was choking him. He
landed on the surface with a loud splash and he heard cheering even with water
filling his ears. He didn’t say anything and soon he didn’t remember why he
felt threatened in the first place. Then forgot about it all at once.
***** Challenges *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry people for not posting earlier. I planned to, but then i
     started reading "Call Me by Your Name" and was emotionally destroyed
     at the end for couple of days. Decided to make this chapter a little
     longer than ususal as an apology!
     ( Put some Richie x Eddie in there as well ;) )
 
They were having a great time now splashing around like children half their
age, pushing the surface of the greenish water (the color of which you could
only see when in quantity and not when you tried to lift a handful higher to
take a look) with the flat of their palms towards each other. Richie had a
mouthful of it and tried spitting it far enough to reach Eddie who always said
“You have someone’s pee in your mouth.”, and avoided at all costs to open his
mouth underwater, because that is SO unsanitary, but Richie didn’t mind, he
only seemed to care about reaching his goal and that goal was Eddie.
Mike had challenged them to who would hold their breath the longest and, as
usual, the one that suggests the game or challenge is the one that wins in the
end, because everyone recommends something THEY are good at. Classic! Eddie had
stayed standing in order to be the judge of who would win. The first to emerge
was Ben, after less than twenty seconds, then Richie who had swam up to Eddie
using the water’s hue as camouflage to suddenly grab Eddie’s ankle and make him
jump, suppressing a scream with his hand, before coming out of the water to
spit the pee-water at his face and laugh. Then it was Bill’s and Stan’s turn to
come up almost at the same time, coughing the droplets of water that had
slipped down their lungs. Mike and Bev where the only ones left, with small
bubbles of air rising from underwater. More than a minute has past and everyone
starting looking around, arms crossed in front of their bare chests. And then
Beverly came up for air with Mike following up, only a second separating the
winner from the second in row. They were both smiling widely; Mike had put his
hand over her shoulder, talking loudly, like old friends meeting after a long
time.
Bill was smiling, a casual smile of pure happiness, because what else could he
do when he felt so relaxed, so free, miles away from his problems, like
everything bad in his life had happened to someone else, another Bill. He
cherished days like this. He let his mind wonder, daydreaming about the
present, the voices in his mind silent, watching his friends laugh, so lost to
his bliss he didn’t notice Beverly swimming towards him, until he felt someone
tugging at his shorts. He looked down and uncrossed his arms. She was looking
up to him like a small kid its parents, with playful eyes, he couldn’t help but
feel his heart pumping faster, taking a shaky breath.
“H-Hi!”, he breathed and sunk next to her, so only their heads were out of the
water, their shoulders touching, both observing the others in comfortable
silence. Do it coward!He could already feel approximately where her arm was so
he tried to imagine where her hand must be; slowly moving his own under the
water, where no one would suspect anything, also afraid he might touch her
somewhere inappropriate and scare her off. His knuckles bumped her fingers,
thank God,and he brushed her wrist momentary with the back of his index finger
before turning his palm upwards to awkwardly catch her moving hand to his. Very
smooth, Bill, a wrestler would have approached her gentler.They both froze. He
watched her from the corner of his eye, trying to make out even the smallest of
her possible movements. She slightly moved her hand inside his, so he loosened
his grip and let her guide him. She eased her fingers between his and lowered
their combined hands. He swallowed with a click and turned his head to look at
her, like asking if she approved what they were doing. She continued observing
Richie and Ben trying to sink each other underwater with a fascination and
calmness he envied. His chest was burning and his stomach was doing gymnastics
when, finally, she shoot him a glance and a reassuring smile. But Bev, what
does that mean?!
Holding hands under the light of day (even when it was under the unclear water)
was so much different than in the dark of his room, between dream and reality.
There they were, holding hands underwater, stealing glances of each other,
alternating the position of their thumbs; first Bill’s is on top of hers, and
then the other way around. Now that they’re not so preoccupied acting on their
fantasies, they get closer to the fun and Richie is the first to notice,
lifting his eyebrows at Bill with a smirk thankfully no one else saw.
                               *       *       *
“Can you… can-“, Eddie muttered while trying his best to climb on top of
Richie, “CAN YOU JUST… LOWER DOWN A BIT?”, he sputtered at his pair who had
suggested they water wrestle.
Richie cursed under his breath and lowered enough to get underwater, while
Eddie was basically almost drowning him by stepping on him and accidently
hitting his face with his right foot. Bubbles emerged from under him as Richie
probably cursed again for suggesting such thing in the first place, but the
water muffled him. Everyone stood and watched chuckling, entertained by the
scene.
When Rich stood up, Ed almost fell again from the fast change of height and
gripped Richie from his hair making him yelp and smack his gulf that was now
hanging from his shoulders.
“See? Told ya! It’s gonna be fun, fellas!”, Richie effused, turning to look at
them, catching his breath. “Choose your pair people!”
Beverly looked at Bill and as a response he shut his eyes and smiled to
himself, huffing out a small laugh, hah okay, Bev, as you please.She let his
hand, moved to stand behind him and put both of hers on his shoulders.
“Take a deep breath.”, she whispered to his ear sending chills down his spine
as her lips almost touched the back of it. Then she proceeded on pushing him
underwater and sitting on the nape of his neck and shoulders, one leg at a
time. His arms came to grip her thighs tightly as he easily lifted her up, her
hands coming to grasp at his hands for balance. She squeaked and he laughed at
her reaction. His hair had stuck to his forehead; she noticed and moved her
hand to push them out of his face, her fingers running through his hair
carefully, massaging his scalp. In front of them, Stan was trying to get on top
of Ben for the second time, as in the first one he ended up losing his balance,
when Ben lifted him abruptly, and fell forwards taking Ben with him.
Bill could feel her every movement, every chuckle that run through her body as
vibrations and into his. He could feel her legs tightly around his head, if I
wanted, I could turn my head and kiss the inside of her thighs, feel her shift
from time to time, rubbing her core at the back of his neck unintentionally. He
couldn’t help but feel aroused at the thought of her using him in front of
everyone’s eyes to ease some kind of sexual tension out of her system.
“IS EVERYONE READY?”, Mike yelled, as he was the only one without a pair for
this round and stood watching from a safe distance, “GO!”.
***** Pillow Thoughts *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey, guys!!! I visited an old friend in Germany and wasn't able to
     update sooner! Hope you're still interested in the story! <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
And we wrestled and wrestled and wrestled, and for a while we thought we would
win. I would try to push Richie, and Eddie was making funny faces so Beverly
would laugh and lose her balance, and as we were preoccupied with each other,
Ben and Stan came and Ben used his foot to bend my knee. I felt Bev’s weight
shifting, slowly falling backwards and I held her more tightly hoping to keep
her up. She screamed and knowing she would fall she grabbed Eddie’s arm and
pulled him forwards. And that’s how I ended up underwater and under Richie, a
pile of bodies in front of the real winners; Ben and Stan (who, by the way,
fell too, seconds after Ben bent my knee losing his balance himself, walking
around with Stan shouting “STAY STILL! STILL! No, go FORwards, not SO forwards,
BACK, BACK, GO BACKWARDS!”, that sounded like trying to control a car with
voice commands.)
“Guys, I don’t think there are any real winners this time, you ALL suck!”, Mike
chirped, helping me and Richie stand up.
We all collapsed on our towels after that, out on the rocks, the smell of
summer all around us, and occasionally, I stole a glance at Bev, her chest that
was moving up and down and her freckles that looked more alive under the
burning rays of the August sun, and then, I fell asleep without noticing, one
moment I was opening and closing my eyelids and the next I couldn’t find the
strength to do so. Her figure the last image on my mind. Her and the silence
that followed. Until I heard voices again. Voices I couldn’t make out what were
talking about, like listening behind closed doors, and that moment I somehow
knew I was about to wake up, wake up, in 3… 2… 1… now!
I used my forearm to push myself up, “What time is it?”.
“Good morning, Denbrough, sun of my life!”, Richie said and everyone stopped
and turned to look at me. I was the last one sleeping. “It’s almost 5pm”, he
continued, which meant I was sleeping for approximately two hours (what a waste
of time, especially a sunny day like this) and that it was almost curfew time.
Slowly, one by one, they started leaving. Ben and Mike were the first to go,
Ben to the library and Mike to check on the workers back at his uncle’s farm.
Then Stan, he had some birdwatching to do before the sun went down. The rest of
us packed our stuff and headed back to the main road. Eddie left with Richie,
as usual (now that I think about it) and I was left alone with Beverly.
At first we didn’t say anything; we just walked side by side, pushing the
handlebars of our bikes next to us. Bumping our shoulders every once in a
while. She was smiling, but her eyes were fixed on the road.
“So,” she said, dragging the word out, “what time do you want to meet
tomorrow?”, she turned and grinned at me, tilting her head. A dim shade of red
in her cheeks.Oh, Bev, you’re the most beautiful girl on earth.
“Around fuh-four? I could come p-pick you up.” My palms sweating around the
handlebars, rubbing the spongy plastic.How do I tell her I want to spend the
whole day with her? Bev, can you hear me? Maybe you have superpowers and can
hear my thoughts. I can’t wait that long. Spend the night again at my house. Be
with me, be mine, Bev.
“Sounds good!”, she turned to look behind her left shoulder as a car drove by
us and made a move to get to the other side of the street, but stopped mid-
road, making small backward steps. Then she leaned. She leaned towards ME. She
leaned and put her left hand on my cheek to keep me steady, and softly pressed
her lips on my cheek, holding my gaze as she did so. The kiss was a bit longer
than just a peck on the cheek as goodbye and her palm didn't move till her lips
were off me and I think my heart skipped a beat. Or two.
“She ya, Bill!”
Then she turned and got on her bike, and all I could do was stare and breathe,
and I’m not completely sure about the second one.
And here I am now, staring at my ceiling,I think I’ve being staring at it for a
while now, actually, replaying the kiss in my mind a thousand times. Observing
the shadows created by the street lights and the trees from our front porch.
Inhaling deeply, exhaling lightly, waiting for the sun to come up, waiting for
the next fourteen hours to pass, waiting to see her again. I turn on my side
and touch the pillow she slept on last night. I touch it softly, imagining that
somehow she can feel it. I hug it. Inhale. Exhale.Beverly.
Chapter End Notes
     ;) the next one is gonna be the DDddddaaaaaAAAAAAATTTttttteeeeEEEEEEE
     <3
     (at least part one of it hehe)
***** The Day *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
The annoying sound of her dad’s alarm woke her abruptly from her light sleep,
scattering away the few abstract figures that had made their way through her
subconscious and into her dreams, turning them from (possibly) human forms to
shapes, maybe something floating, to colors, maybe something red, to just a
feeling that stayed only for a few minutes after her awakening, before
disappearing like never being there in the first place.
She had drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning as her racing
thoughts didn’t seem to care if she rested at all that night or not, leaving
her more tired than when she first lied in her bed last night. She had tried
thinking of random locations and scenarios to keep her mind from returning to
thoughts of him. Thoughts of Bill. Tried counting sheep, but he kept appearing
in the corners of her forcefully created sceneries. Tried imagining walking in
a deserted beach, but he always seemed to already be where she was heading to.
Waiting for her. So, she stopped running away from him and let herself be
consumed by his presence.
She had turned to her side, hugging her pillow, fantasizing how it would be
laying next to him, comfortable in shared silence, the sound of their breaths
feeling the space between them making the air humid. Her head under his chin,
right at the crook of his neck, her lips barely brushing over his skin with
each breath, placing small kisses to his collarbone, her free hand placed on
the naked side of his neck, her fingers stroking his hair, her thumb caressing
his cheekbone, their legs tangled under her covers. She sighed and hugged her
pillow tighter, and somehow, feeling crazy even thinking about it, in the
middle of the night, she felt like he was really there; running his fingers up
and down her body. After midnight mind games,she thought and closed her eyes.
Now, she had woken up, got dressed and already ran to the kitchen to make her
father breakfast and lunch. Like every day. “Good morning, Bevvie.”He was in a
good mood today and she was thankful for it, and as long as she cleaned the
house and made him dinner, she wouldn’t have any problems going to the Fair. He
usually came home late every night and even though he always reminded her to
stay out till curfew time and come straight home, he didn’t have a way to check
on her. Only her fear of him kept her from staying out and today it was
different. Today her excitement was too much to let her fear restrain her.
I’m wearing a dress. The one he liked the best through the years; that blue
one. Yes, the one he once said matched with my eyes. And I know he’s going to
notice.
                               *       *       *
Okay, be casual, be casual,he thought straightening his shoulders. He had
already mowed the lawn early in the morning after breakfast (front AND back
yard, and faster than any other time before) and earned some extra cash from
his dad for the Fair, had showered and wore some of his dad’s cologne, the one
he doesn’t use, because they never go out anymore. Yeah, that looks casual, but
you know… not too casual and you don’t want to look like you’re trying too
hard, right?,he reassured while checking himself out in his bedroom mirror
trying on his third outfit in the past hour after the first one was too formal
and the second way too laid-back. For fucks sake, that’s more difficult than I
thought,he studied his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his knee length
jean shorts his mom got him for his 16th birthday last year and a red and black
plaid flannel with a white t-shirt underneath. He tussled his hair in an
attempt to keep it under control and sighed as he failed.
He could feel himself sweating from his nervousness, turning the clean fabric
under his arms damp. He unbuttoned his flannel and glanced at the clock on his
nightstand. 15:23. 37 minutes to go.He stood up and took his shirt off. Took
his shoes off too. Paced around a bit, hands on his hips, teeth biting down his
lower lip, right foot tapping the floor restlessly. Saw that his desk needed to
be organized and organized it. Made his covers and put his dirty clothes from
the back of his chair to the laundry basket in the bathroom. Sat back on his
bed. Clock. 15:25. UGH, FUCK! This is torture.
                               *       *       *
Beverly checked at her watch. 15:58. She was sitting at the fire escape stairs
on the side of her house with her bike placed against a wall at the ground
floor in case Bill had planned for them to go to the Fair by their bikes. She
liked sitting here, sometimes smoking, sometimes just observing the people
passing by and definitely when waiting for someone. You could see anyone coming
from two or three blocks away depending on the season and the state of the
trees that hid part of the road. Her heart raced and her muscles went rigid
every time someone appeared into her field of vision over and over again,
expecting that someone to be Bill, until at some point, it was.
He was cycling standing up, pedaling and rocking from side to side, past moving
cars and neighbors walking their dogs like a hurricane. Her breath caught in
her throat. She had no time to think, he’ll be here in a few seconds.She stood
up and ran down the steel gratings and stairs, her summer dress waving behind
her, her eyes locked to his figure; how forcefully he rode Silver, his parted
lips, his messy from the wind hair. Like sensing her gaze, his head turned
upwards and their eyes met.
The moment her feet touched the ground was the moment he got off his bike,
without hitting the brakes, effortlessly bringing one leg over Silver’s frame
while still on the move, holding the handlebars and guiding it in her
direction. They walked vigorously towards each other, their legs moving faster
than their thoughts and reason itself, both acting on impulse, until they came
face to face, only inches separating them. He was panting hard turning his lips
dry, he gulped and darted his tongue out to lick them. Then, he leaned and
slowly kissed her rosy cheek. Kissed it good, kissed it with his lips, not the
way he’d seen older people greet each other, not with just the side of his
mouth. Kissed it and they both closed their eyes. When he pulled away she could
still feel his breath on her temple, then he made a few steps back and looked
at her.
“Do you m-mind wuh-walking?”, he said with soft voice, a gleam in his eyes
making them brigther and his look playful.
She smiled and her cheeks turned a deeper red. “You can leave Silver by the
wall.” and pointed towards her bike at the side of the building.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm considering writing something about Stranger Things, Mike x
     Eleven! What do you guys think?! Also, what do you think Bill and
     Beverly will talk about on their way to the Fair?
***** Secondhand Rose, Secondhand Clothes *****
 
The Marsh’s house was built at the very end of Derry, almost next to the
Penobscot River, while the Derry Fair was set up around Paul Bunyan’s 26-foot-
tall (31 with the base) plastic statue by the Bassey Park. His glistering
surface and always-grinning face always gave Bill the creeps, but the thought
of it hadn’t crossed his mind oncesince he saw Beverly. She had proposed going
to this shop ‘Secondhand Rose, Secondhand Clothes’.
“It’s a junkshop, but I like it.”She had said, as it was still early for the
Fair and the sun was high in the sky, burning too hot for them to be somewhere
outside and exposed. They were walking down Main Street and somehow they had
started talking about school.
“…and one day Jane said she saw my work for the Arts club-” she wasn’t used to
sharing personal information, not because she didn’t feel comfortable with the
guys, but every time they were all together they were creating new memories
with each other, somehow forgetting to update the rest about what was going on
in their lives, and now she was feeling nervous and excited, taking about
something that mattered to her, moving her hands too much feeling like she was
way too intoit. “-just some fashion designs I had made for the semester and
actually came and askedme to design their new cheerleader uniforms, and who’d
think you had that in you, Marsh!” using her fingers to make air quotes for the
last part.
They had turned right on Kansas St. and Bill was grinning like a fool,
listening to her express herself with such passion, using her body language to
add to it. She had turned to look at him, her cheeks matching the color of her
hair, embarrassed to sound so theatrical, her eyes gleaming with happiness.
“Stop smiling, Denbrough! Tell me what you think!” she said punching his
shoulder with her fist. He fake-whined making an unbelievable how you treat
meface and the comment only made him smile wider. He cleared his throat,
straightened his shoulders and rose his chin higher trying to sound more
professional“I think… IT WAS ABOU T TIME!” he shouted raising his hands up in
the sky, earning them weird looks from passers-by and she jumped to grab him
from his biceps  lowering his arms down and then putting one hand on top of his
mouth to shush him. She was laughing and his eyes were calm, observing her
facial features from up close, feeling her palm on his lips. They stayed like
this for just a bit longer than needed until Beverly slowly took her hand off
displaying a mischievous smile behind it.
“Will you continue writing for the newspaper?” she asked.
“Oh, wuh-well, you know what they s-say old habits are hard to b-reak”He
responded once they were in the store. It really was quite old itself, the
smell hard notto notice. He had passed by it uncountable times in his 17 years
in Derry, but never once set foot in it, but he’s sure his mother has been here
a couple or more times. There were old vinyl records on sale by the door and
rusty mirrors waiting to reflect someone, music boxes on a bookshelf on his
right hand and wooden children’s toys in a box underneath, bike wheels sitting
around, some of them bent. There were colorful clothes in the middle and hats
on top of the left bookcase that was hiding the whole wall, while bodiless
plastic mannequins were wearing cheap wigs here and there. By the counter there
were a bunch of sunglasses and all these were the things Bill could name. There
were tons more, lying around, scattered on the floor, hanging from the ceiling,
poking from the walls. It was overwhelming and the more stuff he noticed around
the more he felt like the room was getting smaller.
“You comin’?” Beverly broke the silence making the store look spacious again.
Well, at least as much as it was before. She was searching through some worn
out coats, then turning her back at him grabbing a pair of sunglasses and
trying them on in the mirror.
“I think these-” she turned and the glasses had two pine trees on each side “-
look fabulous. What do you say?” He jumped right in the game, trying his best
to keep a straight face and looked around picking the weirdest coat he could
find. He looked skeptical at the coat rubbing his chin, then at her, then back
at the coat. “Yes. Yes yes. Th-that’s it. You can’t deny thisc-combination” he
said as he passed the coat on to Bev. She tried it on immediately turning to
look at herself at one of the rusty mirrors. She looked absolutely ridiculous.
“Oh my! Oh, Bill! Who would think you had that in you!”she imitated Jane’s
voice. They both laughed till tears started running from the corners of their
eyes. The guy at the counter took his feet from the desk and leaned over to
look at them suspiciously before sitting back again.
When the laughter died just a bit, she ran at the other side of the store where
Bill couldn’t see what she was doing. He started pacing towards her-
“BOO!” she jumped from behind the corner of some… some thing, startling him. An
electric blue wig, shoulder length, straight synthetic hair with bangs, had
taken the place of her short red curls and she looked like some fancy girl from
a travel magazine. She unfolded herself from where she was bended and he
reached at her wig from each side to straighten it up. Her glasses had fallen
lower at her freckled nose and she was looking at him through her lashes. After
shifting the wig for a bit, here, perfect,he kept his hands on the sides of her
head, sliding lower till he reached the back of her neck, brushing over her
cheekbones with his thumbs.
Is this the moment? Should I kiss her? I shall! Or maybe not… but-
“Do you plan on buying anything?” the lad from the counter blurted out
interrupting them.
“Do yu-you h-have colorful st-trings for b-b-bikes?” Bill answered turning to
look at him. He was still holding Beverly, who was looking at him from below.
The scar at his right brow, his Adam’s apple as he spoke, his tongue that
darted out to lick his lips at the end of his question. She raised her hands
and gripped him by both his wrists. He rotated instantly to shoot her a
distressed look and lowered his hands, oh shit I crossed a line, but she just
smiled taking her wig and sunglasses off. “Go get your strings, time to leave,
boy.” she said shooing him away gleefully and moved to put the coat back to its
hanger.
He paid for the strings and they both exited the shop with the sound of a
little bell that was hanging from the top of the glass-door. He was holding
them at his left palm, poking them around with his right hand, looking at each
of the colors. He actually wasthinking about buying some for Silver’s
handlebars. Bev placed her hand under his, cupping it to keep it steady and
poked around some of the strings herself.
“It’s not true, you know. What they say about me.” She said without stopping,
but shyly checked through her lashes for his reaction. What are you talking
about, Bev?“I’ve only been kissed by one guy and that was a long time ago.” She
fiddled with the green string. “But it was a nice kiss though.” And her lips
curled into a crooked smile.
Is she talking about the play in third grade? The one in whichI kissed her? How
can I be the only one you’ve ever joined lips with? And that kiss- I thought
that kiss didn’t mean anything, we didn’t even know what we were doing. We were
just kids.
She made a move to let his hand fall, but he took the strings with his other
hand, putting them in his pocket, then dropped it to catch hers midair.
“Cuh-come on. The Fuh-Fair is wu-waiting.” Bill smirked looking down at their
intertwined hands.
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