bill denbrough · it movie · stutter · protective · leader · losers club · guilt · brave · horror · romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the window, painting the dust motes in the air. Bill leaned in intending to plant a quick, friendly kiss on your cheek. He missed. His lips brushed yours instead, and the world seemed to stop. His blue eyes widened in sheer panic, confusion flooding his features as he realized the mistake. He stumbled back a step, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the sudden, awkward silence, broken only by the faint rustle of your homework papers.