September 18.

A few days after all of them left the well, life went back to normal. Everyone went back to their normal routine, Richie went back to his Street Fighter Tournament. Stanley started to enjoy his "summer", whilst Ben went back to the library and enjoyed the peace he had to himself again. Mike started to deliver his farm products again across all of Derry. And Eddie finally confronted his mother about his falsified condition. Beverly reported her father to the police and explained she acted in self-defence, to which now she is living by herself until her aunt comes to stay and take care of her.

Everyone except Bill. He felt as if he had never left the well and is stuck living the realisation that his brother is now dead.

Everyone had a gathering at Beverly's house that night, to which everyone attempted to keep her company in the time she was by herself. One by one, everyone arrived bringing food and games in a weak attempt to brighten the mood. The sun had already set, and it was getting dark, and the mood started to kick in, with this sense of dread and emptiness. At least that was what Bill felt upon walking to Bev's house. He was the last one to arrive, not even bothering to tell his parents where he was headed. For some reason, he didn't feel anything but sorrow for the entirety of walking to Beverly's. He tried to shrug off the feeling, convincing himself that it's "Beverly" that was more important. Every step he took felt heavier than the next, climbing her stairs proved even more of a challenge until he was finally in front of her door.

He heard laughing and giggling inside the house, and saw through the window everyone he knew. Eddie and Richie were wrestling with each other on Bev's couch whilst the rest were dying of laughter. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but stopped just before his hand had contacted the wood. He didn't know why he wanted to join in with the rest of the Losers. As seconds flew by, he started to walk backwards away from the door without turning away. He definitely was not in the mood to be cheery like the rest of them. He turned around and rested his arms on the railing, looking towards the horizon. He stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, but it felt like forever for him. He took one last sigh and began to descend the stairs. He heard a door close behind him, and before he could turn himself around he felt two arms wrap around his thin frame. It only took a second for Bill to guess who it was.

"H-hi Bev" he tried to sound cheerful but in reality, he just sounded quiet and weak. She didn't reply, and kept her arms firmly against his. "A-are you al-alright? "He tried asking her again. No response. They both stood there for what seemed like eternity, with her grip ever so tightening on his body. Bill could hear the rest of the group inside laughing and cursing at each other all the while both stood outside in the cold. The twilight wind slowly breathing on their bare skin. Bill sighed, not sure whether to feel happy or concerned about the situation. He could hear her heartbeat pacing like crazy, even more so he could feel it. The silence between them started to make Bill feel the same. "d-don't go please" Bill barely heard her faint whisper but he already knew what she was saying. "I wa-wasn't pl-planning to." He really was a terrible liar. She looked him right in his eyes. Bill could see her clear blue crystal gaze glisten right back at his and began to lose himself. He saw her beauty and flawlessness at every curve of her face. She really was a marvel to look at. Her fiery red hair hanging just above her eyes made her even more so. "You better not have been..." she muttered softly. It was obvious he had hurt her.

Bev was inside helping Mike find some bowls for the food they brought that night, enjoying the racket she had forced in her house. It was better than the deafening silence that had left her house before she was caught by "it". She came to check on the living room only to see Eddie strangling Richie on her couch. She didn't want to know of how things came to be, knowing both of them well enough. "You're an asshole you know Richie!" Eddie was screaming like he wanted to murder someone, but his age and size made him sound more adorable, to which Bev didn't even know it was possible. "Speaking of assholes, your mothe-" Eddie cut him short. "BEEP BEEP RICHIE!" Stan and Ben were listening in on the struggling couple and couldn't help but laugh a bit. Mike came back as well, smiling to himself over the situation. For some reason, this group never failed to make her smile.

But there was someone she was waiting for. Someone that made her smile more than all of them combined. Someone that made her heart race. Someone that she cared about deeply. That someone, wasn't here yet. She started to worry and feel nervous suddenly. Lately, Bill hasn't been speaking at all after discovering the truth about his brother. She wished that he was here so that she could just hug him. She wanted him to make her smile. To forget what she'd gone through. His scent drove her like crazy, and he made her feel like the most special person in the world. She wished that she could help him through the pain he dealt with by himself. It must drive him crazy to keep that pain in bay' She thought. Beverly instinctively remembered the same feeling when she met the group at the start, in regards with her father.

She quickly shook the memory away and came back to reality, looking out the window for Bill. She hasn't entirely told Bill how she felt about him, she just hoped he felt the same way towards her as well. Of all the time spent with the Losers, she always seemed to drift towards Bill. She had known him since their third year in Derry. Especially during the play where she managed to snatch a kiss off him. She's always managed Greta and her bitchy cohorts, but for some reason Bill always made her feel weak inside.

"Don't worry, he'll come." Beverly was slightly surprised to see that Stanley was behind her. "What are you talking about?" Beverly froze in her spot. Surely, he doesn't kno- "Relax, Bev. I may be Jewish, but I'm not blind." Stan laughed "He'll be here soon, don't worry." He walked away back to the room to leave her with her thoughts. She was blushing like crazy. Her blushed-out face would've returned back to normal, if only she didn't see the figure walking to her doorstep from her window. She was about to run downstairs like crazy, until she saw him freeze in place. He started to back away from the door really slowly. With each step making her heart beat faster and faster. He turned around and just stood there looking out at Derry. There was definitely something up with Bill. She managed to fight her frozen stature and quietly went out the house and lunged herself straight into Bill. She was calm and collected until he spoke. "H-hi Bev"

It was at this point, both of them didn't want to move at all. They knew they had feelings for each other. But knew they couldn't say it aloud. She wanted to ask him if he was alright, but she thought she could do more than just ask. He did so too. The moment was ruined when they saw 5 pairs of eyes watching them from inside. Bev stepped away from Bill, faster than any of them could say anything. Bill was just there dumbfounded and distracted from his previous thoughts and couldn't muster any strength to explain the situation. A long awkward silence followed the entire group as the pairs of eyes traced over to Bill and then Beverly. Richie, Eddie and Mike had their mouths gaped open for the entire duration of the scene. Only Ben and Stan were smiling like crazy. Beverly and Bill were just blushing silently to themselves, avoiding eye contact with any of the other Losers. It was that tense, you could just about hear a balloon pop somewhere in Derry. Until Stan spoke up that is…

"Are you lovebirds going to stand there? Or are you going to come back in your house?" Stan smirked.

Bill wasn't in the mood of playing around anymore. He looked Stan right in the eye, smiling nonchalantly at his obviously amused face…

"W-why the hell n-not"