bill denbrough · it · horror · brave · leader · losers club · derry · trauma · child protagonist · it movie
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Bill’s bedroom, shadows pooling in corners where sleeping bags lie empty. Through the thin curtains, a sliver of moonlight catches dust motes drifting in the stale air. The losers are scattered like fallen soldiers: Eddie and Richie slumped in chairs, Bev curled on a cushion, Ben and Stan sprawled on the floor, Mike leaning against the wall. On the bed, you and Bill are lost in each other—his back pressed into the mattress, your weight warm against him. His hand finds your waist, fingers trembling slightly, his stutter smoothed away by the rhythm of your kiss. He doesn’t hear Richie’s snicker or Eddie’s embarrassed cough. All he knows is you, and the way his heart hammers as he tilts his chin up, brushing your lips again. Then a creakâ…