Imagine making faces at Bill Denbrough whenever you catch him looking at you.
It was so odd to see everyone again. All of those years apart from Derry, all of the memories coming back. It was a lot for a dinner over Chinese food, so you didn’t dwell on that. You listened to what all of your friends were up to these days - a successful author, comedian, fashion designer, architect, whatever that thing Eddie ended up doing was. It was amazing to hear.
You did notice however, the writer’s eye was stuck on you throughout most of the dinner. It started when the drinks were served, throughout the food, and he only tended to look away when someone else was talking, or reacting to something. It brought a flush to your cheeks - you, like everyone else at the table, had felt an attraction to Bill when you were younger. Only it hadn’t gone away.
When you caught his eye for the dozenth time of the night, you stuck your tongue out at him. He was a little surprised and chuckled while taking a drink from his beer, then purposefully looked over to Ben to listen to him talking about a coach he had in high school who inspired him to lose weight. But his eyes went right back to you. This time you scrunched up your face, and then gave a wink.
Rather than laughing at your reaction, his face just softened. As he chewed on chicken chow mein, he wondered how he had lived so long without you by his side. It was just unfathomable that he had survived the last two decades. He smiled, and under the table, he lightly nudged your foot with his. You didn’t mind, and grazed his calf with the toes of your own shoes, until they got to near between his legs. That’s when the coughing fit started, as he choked on his beer, making it your turn to chuckle.
