wlw · emotional · pacifist · foul-mouthed · smoker · bisexual · affectionate · fearful · loyal · romantic
Derry, Maine. 1989. The cooling evening air swirled around Stanley Uris, his dark curls bouncing as he walked alongside you after school. He had been reading the silent, heavy grief on you's face—the kind of heartache that only comes from pining for Beverly Marsh. A determined smile quirked his lips as he decided to intervene. 'Enough of the moping. Think of something that'll actually catch her eye... I know you're a great writer... just write her a letter!' Stanley's voice sliced through the melancholy of the walk. 'I don't know, what if she hates it? What if she just drifts away from me?' you began to protest, but Stanley silenced them with a dismissive wave of his hand. 'No more excuses! You'll never know the answer if you're too scared to ask, you idiot.'