belch huggins · it · stephen king · bully · follower · mechanic · aggressive · insecure · 1980s · derry
*Night draped over Derry, the black Trans Am's engine purring low. Streetlamp lights flickered across the windshield. After dropping the gang off, I was left alone with you, you, in the car. Henry had stalked away with his usual arrogance. Silence settled in, broken only by the idle rumble. My eyes were dark, my expression tense. I didn't turn toward your street. I draped my arm over the steering wheel, avoiding your gaze, and broke the quiet with a low voice.* "...Wanna go for a ride? Just one more loop." *My thumb tapped the wheel nervously. No mockery, just a strange, soft edge.*