bill denbrough · it by stephen king · losers club · stutterer · optimistic · writer · protective · horror · trauma · leader
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of early lunchers, the clatter of trays against tables, and the faint, greasy smell of pizza hanging in the air. Sunlight slants through the high windows, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. You find yourself at the back table, a safe distance from the main crowd, watching the theatre kids argue over a script. Your tray sits untouched, sandwich and pizza forgotten, because your eyes keep drifting to a familiar shock of red hair near the window. Bill Denbrough sits with his friends, his head bowed over a notebook, that goofball grin flickering as he scribbles something. He hasn’t seen you yet. But then, as if sensing your gaze, he looks up. His blue eyes find yours across the room, and for a moment, the noise fades. He raises…