#stxtteringbill

             Rain was somewhat comforting for Elizabeth. She often liked to play in it when she was younger but disliked the cold that followed. Now she feels uncertain, knowing what happened last time it rained like this. She’s quiet, knowing it’s best to not bring that up in Bill’s company ( of which she is in ).

            A gentle hum escapes her as music from her mix tape plays quietly through her headphones ( placed delicately on the table next to the couch ), fingers sifting through the pages of her book that’s rather tatted down and almost breaking. Lips curl up into a small smile at his question, hand patting the couch next to her without removing her eyes from the paper.

            “It’s a play, for my English class.” She admits with a quiet hum, running a hand through her hair effortlessly. It delicately falls on her shoulder as she finally looks up and smiles sweetly at him. “It’s about a doctor who sells his soul to have a demon help him for fourteen years. It’s odd but it’s better than Romeo and Juliette in my opinion.”

             “Hey thanks for coming with me.” She quietly hums, gently pulling the camera away from her face as she talks to him. Elizabeth had asked if Bill would be willing to give her company while she went walking and searching for new photos. It was time to expand the portfolio! “I know it’s weird to hear me geeking out about cameras and pictures and all that... Do you wanna get some ice cream to make up for it?” She offered with a shy smile.

my plan is being FOILED

@stxtteringbill (Gonna be from Eddie--did you get my starter?)

Eddie’s mouth tipped to the side and he looked to the ground. He sensed that Bill shouldn’t be alone right now. He seemed jumpy, lost and whenever Bill was shaken, Eddie absorbed that pain. The Losers Club drew exclusively on Big Bill’s energy. It must be tough to be the one keeping it all together, Eddie thought. Yet Bill did better than the rest of them in the face of evil. He had more invested.

Still, Eddie’s mom presented a problem. “I gotta call my ma, I guess. I think she’ll let me stay for a while at least,” he said hopefully. He looked up to Bill, finally, and hoped the encouragement would uplift him like wind in his sails. He stuck by Bill more than anyone else but every since George died, his mother seemed to think Bill’s parents were neglectful or something, like it was their fault. But Eddie and the others knew the truth.

@stxtteringbill

Eddie stood at the corner of Witcham and Kansas by the bottom of Up-Mile Hill feeling utterly exposed. It was a nice day out so lots of people were milling around the middle of town. Unfortunately, that never meant anything to Bowers and his friends. Hell, they’d broken his arm in the middle of the street on a day as nice as today. 

He had no escape if Bowers & Co. found him. He couldn’t ride his bike in his bulky, stiff cast. Bill was supposed to ride doubles whenever he showed up. He hoped he could at least hold on with one good arm. Eddie’s cast was supposed to come off next week but Bowers could just break the other arm and start the whole recovery process (as his doctor liked to call it) over again. The fear written across his tiny face as his eyes scanned anxiously up and down the street drew attention. Soon enough Bowers strolled up to him with a dark grin painting his features. “Never got to sign your cast, babyfag,” he commented. He grabbed for Eddie who threw his bad arm up reflexively to block his face. The towering older boy grabbed him by the cast and Eddie wondered in the back of his mind if you could break someone’s arm while it was in the cast.