Chapter Twenty:
"Kinda Funny How A Simple Sketch Could  Lead To All This."

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"I can only remember parts.. I thought I was dead." Beverly explained, her eyes focused on the ground in front of her. The wind blew Felicity's hair behind her as she leaned her head on Stan's shoulder, their fingers intertwined. "I saw us, all of us, back together, in the sewers again.. but we were our parents ages."

"W-What were we all d-do-doing there?" Bill asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I just.. I remember how we felt. We were all so.. so scared. I don't think I can ever forget that." Beverly rubbed her arms in an attempt to make the goosebumps go away.

Bill abruptly stood up, causing Felicity to tighten her grip on Stan's hand. "S-Swear it. S-s-s-swear if It comes b-b-back, w-we'll come back t-t-too."

Felicity's eyes trailed down to his hand where he held a piece of broken glass. Stan tensed from beside her, nervously gripping her hand to show his worry.

Without batting an eye, Bill took the broken glass and dragged it across his palm. Felicity grimaced, looking away from the scene. She inhaled sharply, glancing at her boyfriend as she stood up after Beverly. Richie, Mike, and Ben stood up. Eddie stood slowly, followed by Stan.

Felicity watched as Bill cut each of her friends hands, her silent worry increasing as he stopped in front of her.

"I-It's okay, F-Fel." Bill spoke softly, sensing her worry. "It's okay."

Felicity nodded, raising her hand for Bill to take. She turned her head, locking eyes with Stan. He nodded, clutching his bleeding hand to her chest.

Almost instantly, she felt calm wash over her. Until the glass pierced her skin.

"Ow! Shit!" Felicity winced, causing Bill to mumble out a quiet sorry as he held her hand still.

When Bill let go, Felicity shook her hand, trying to decrease the pain. Stan frowned to himself, taking Felicity's hand in his own.

Mike's warm hand clasped around Felicity's cold one, causing her to glance over at him. Her eyes trailed over each person in the group, minor pain evident on each of their faces.

"T-This is kind of like a cult, ha.." Felicity muttered quietly as their hands dropped, "Isn't it?"

Stan shook his head, smiling over at her. "Dork."

"Loser." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Stan bit his lip, hiding his smile. "I gotta go." He turned his attentions to Bill momentarily, "I hate you."

Bill nodded to himself, almost as if he was accepting that most, if not all of his friends, probably hated him now.

Felicity giggled, rolling her eyes. "You're scarin' him, honey."

Stan grinned, laughter bursting from his lips as he turned his attention to Felicity. He rolled his head, indicating that he wanted her to come with him.

"Bye, guys!" Felicity waved to them as Stan pulled her along, her blood dripping onto her shoes.

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Stan sighed, closing his eyes as he fell back onto Felicity's bed. He covered his face with his hands, the bandage on his hand scratching his face.

Felicity yawned, resting her head against his chest. She tried to calm her mind, but she couldn't help but wonder if Pennywise was hiding from her in the closet, just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

"Do you think It'll come back?" His voice was shaky as he tried to control his breathing so that he did disturb Felicity.

"I hope not.. I can't imagine having to do that.. again." Felicity opened her eyes, tilting her head up to look at him. "B-But if we have to.. We'll do it together again, just like this time."

Stan nodded, pulling Felicity closer to him as he stared up at the ceiling, willing himself to forget about the fight. Silence took over the couple, the only sound coming from Felicity's rickety ceiling fan that hung in the center of the room. Felicity had almost fallen asleep, until Stan said something that had her heart pumping in mere seconds.

"I love you."

Felicity shot up, her hand pressed against his chest as she stared down at him, her mouth agape. She knew he had already said it before, but somehow this time felt more personal.. more intimate.

"I love you, too." She whispered, a smile forming on her face as she leaned down and connected their lips. Stan couldn't care any less that her hair tickled his cheeks. All he cared about was that he had the girl he loved was in his arms.

When she pulled away, Stan couldn't help but laugh at the dreamy look she had in her eyes.

"Get up." He whispered softly, tapping his fingers against her thigh, causing Felicity to furrow her eyebrows.

"Why?" She tilted her head to the side.

"We're going to the ice cream parlor." He said simply, causing Felicity to squeal and roll off of the bed. He watched as she excitedly ran around her room, hopping on one foot to pull on her left shoe.

"Okay!" She put her hands out to help pull him off of the bed, "I'm ready. Let's go!"

Stan laughed, connecting his hand with hers and intertwining their fingers as she pulled him out of the room. Stan stumbled behind her, grinning as he tried to find his balance.

The warm air blew Felicity's hair behind her as she ran down the sidewalk. "Licity! Slow down.."

Felicity came to abrupt stop, allowing her boyfriend to catch his breath. From that point, Felicity kept her speed at a brisk walk.

The sound of the ice cream parlor door opening caused Felicity to grin to herself as she released Stan's hand to walk over to their usual table.

Felicity watched as Stan ordered their ice cream, nodding her head side to side because of the music.

"Thanks, Stanley my manley." Felicity giggled, putting an emphasis on the word my.

He gave her a nod as he slid into the seat in front of her. Before she could get a taste of her ice cream, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her lips.

Felicity smiled as he pulled away, "Chocolate again?"

"Chocolate again."

"You know something?"

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his curls falling into his eyes when he tilted his head.

"Kinda funny how a simple sketch could lead to all this."

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{ Word Count: 1095 }

{ A/n: I'm cryinggggg this was the end of it chapter one :( }

{ Edited: No }