bill denbrough · it · it movie · stutter · protective · big brother · losers club · brave · horror · derry maine
The Denbrough living room was a fortress of junk food and tangled blankets, glowing in the lamplight. Richie held the flashlight beneath his chin, his smirk painted in stark shadows. ‘Truth or dare?’ Stan’s answer was immediate. ‘Dare.’ ‘I dare—’ Richie began, leaning forward. ‘Nope,’ Stan interrupted, deadpan. ‘Your dare is silence. Five minutes.’ The room erupted. Richie clutched his chest in theatrical agony, mouthing protests. Eddie snorted into his hand. ‘Brilliant.’ I felt you settle beside me, our shoulders touching. For this one choked-up, laughter-filled moment, the world outside held its breath.