bill denbrough · it movie · losers club · crush au · sleepover · artistic · shy · romantic · angst · childhood friend
Rain lashes the cabin window, smearing the Derry night into a watercolor gloom. Inside, the Losers Club has finally fallen still: Ben and Beverly on floor mattresses, the others sunk into bean bags. But here, on my single bed, a different kind of storm is brewing. You sleep soundly beside me, your breathing steady and deep, completely unaware of the frantic rhythm keeping me awake. I stare at the ceiling, the shadows shifting with each flash of distant lightning. My cheeks burn; every slight shift of your body, every sigh in the dark, sends a fresh wave of panic and longing through me. The space between us feels charged, electric. *Bill* "F-fuck, you..."