Gloomily, you watched as the trees flew by through the window. The sky darkening in advance of the storm about to open its floodgates upon the earth below. Fittingly it matched your mood; blue from leaving (H/T) and all your friends because of your mom's job. A hand touching your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts, "Sweet pea, are you listening? I was saying we are about to enter Derry. Are you hungry?" Your (E/C) eyes scanned the road ahead as the welcome sign came into view. You sighed leaning back into the seat, closing your eyes, "No…not really mom." She nodded, obviously upset by how you were acting but not mentioning it, "Alright, we will just go straight to the house." She turned the blinker on as the car came to a stop sign, "Hopefully the movers have already started taking the stuff inside. I would hate for any of it to get ruined by the rain."
The houses you passed seemed pleasant enough. Children played outside; animals scurried here and there. The car slowed down as she pulled into a driveway on the left. A boy a few years younger than you, stood watching the movers carry boxes in and out of the house; his gaze slowly turning towards you and your mom as you got out of the car. You looked right back at him, waving slightly. He smiled and waved back as he began to walk across the street into your yard. A young boy barreled out of the house the older one had been standing in front of, "Are they here!? IS THERE A KID?" You smiled a little as you gazed into the car through the back window, your brother still asleep. The older waited for the younger before advancing to the sidewalk. He stuttered as he stuck his hand out for you to shake, "H-hi, I-I'm Bill. This i-is my b-brother Georgie."
Shaking his hand hesitantly you replied, "Hi Bill. My name is, (Y/N)." You bent down a little to be eye level with Georgie, "Hi! It's nice to meet you." He smiled in response, "Nice to meet you to Miss. (Y/N)." You chuckled despite your sadness. Pointing to the car, "I have a brother about your age. His name is Peter but he's asleep in the car right now." He nodded and looked up at Bill, "Can we come back over later, to see if he can play?" Bill nodded, "S-sure, Georgie." Bill looked over at you, "My f-friends are c-coming o-over later. Would y-you like to m-meet them?" You gave him a small smile as you looked up the yard to your mom giving orders to the movers. Sighing you forced a bigger smiled, "I'd love too. Might as well start trying to make this place home." He smiled back, waving bye as he and Georgie walked back over to their yard to play. You turned and opened the back-car door, "Pete, wake up." You shook his shoulder gently. Slowly he stirred and rubbed his eyes, "Are we there yet?" Nodding you undid his seatbelt, "We sure are buddy. Come on, let's go look inside." Suddenly you felt like you were being watched; the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and goosebumps formed along your arms. Glancing around you didn't see anything or anyone out of the ordinary. You shrugged it off as you led Peter by the hand into the house.
The living room was nice and had a fireplace; you looked forward to using that. Peter tugged you towards the back of the house, a room under the staircase, "Look! I want this one, it's so cool! Can I, have it? please?" His face strained and turned red as he exaggerated the word. You laughed ruffling his hair, "Fine. I'll take the one upstairs."
Your mom came up behind you, "I figured you would. The movers have already taken your stuff up there." She motioned for the two of you to follow her into the kitchen. Peter helped open the boxes that she passed to you, "Are we done yet?" You shook your head sighing as you emptied the box of its last plate, "Nope, we still have to help mom in the living room." He sighed and tossed the box into the pile with the rest, "Why do we have to have so much stuff?" You laughed at his dramatic expression, "Everyone has this much stuff goofball." He shrugged as he looked at the few boxes piled just inside his room, "I don't have that much." You walked over quickly and tickled his sides. He shrieked and ran away. Turning to watch you from the entryway of the living room, "MOM! (Y/N), tickled me!" Your mom came from somewhere in the same room, slowly walking up behind him and tickling him as well, "Oh, no! What a terrible thing she did." She managed to give him a raspberry, causing his laughter to increase tenfold. The sound and sight made you smile. Then you sighed and started to unload another box as the rain began to pour.