Chapter Eleven:
"I've Never Met Anyone Like You, Heather Scott."
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Heather yawned, leaning on Bill's shoulder, despite the height difference, as Eddie began rambling. Bill could feel his heart speeding up and he tried his best to stay still so he wouldn't disturb her.

"Okay, so, let me get this straight.. It comes out from, I don't know, wherever, to eat kids for like a year, then what. It just goes back into hibernation?" Eddie rambled.

"Yeah, it kind of sounds like a horror movie." Heather agreed, not opening her eyes as she swayed in the wind.

"Maybe it's like.. What're they called again? Those bugs that come out once every seventeen years?" Stan asked, running a hand through his hair as he thought.

"Cicadas?" Heather suggested, popping an eye open.

"Right! Cicadas!" Stan pointed at her, nodding. "I don't like those things."

"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed." Mike interrupted, turning his head towards Heather. "You heard his rambles when you came over."

"Mhm." Heather nodded. "It was kinda crazy."

Bill furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why Heather hadn't told him about this. He tried not to feel jealous, but he couldn't help it.

"Anyway," Mike continued, "He says that all the bad things that happen here are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."

"Like, something inhuman?" Heather pointed out, "It'd have to be, like, what? Two hundred by now?"

"Exactly! So it can't just be one thing." Stan agreed, "And we all saw something different."

"Maybe.. or maybe It know's what scares us most, and that's what we see." Mike argued.

"I-I.. I saw a leper. It was like a walking infection!" Eddie took a puff of his inhaler.

"But you didn't! B-Because it isn't real. None of this is." Stan interrupted. "Not Eddie's leper, or, or Bill seeing Georgie. Or, or, or the woman I keep seeing-"

"Is she hot?" Richie piped up, causing Heather to roll her eyes.

"No, Richie! She's not hot. Her face is all messed up.." Stan glared at him, "None of this makes any sense! It's like one big bad dream!"

"I don't think so! I know the difference between bad dreams and real life, okay?" Mike shook his head.

"Well, did you see something, then?" Eddie asked.

"Yes.. do you guys know that burnt down house on Harris Avenue?"

"Yeah?" Heather nodded, subtly inhaling Bill's scent.

"Well, I was inside when it burned down." Heather frowned, squeezing Bill's shoulder. "And.. before I was rescued my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were banging and pushing on the door.. trying to get to me."

"Mike.."

"It was too hot when the firemen finally got to me.. and when they got to them.. the skin had burned down to their bones." Mike's voice had gotten quieter, "We're all afraid of something."

"Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?" Eddie asked, watching as Richie shuddered.

"Clowns." He spoke, not taking his eyes off of the clown performing on the stage behind him.

"I hate clowns." Heather shook her head, and stood up fully.

"Well, Hezza, what're you afraid of? You look fearless as fuck." Richie commented, looking the leather clad girl up and down.

"It's stupid." Heather laughed, shaking her head. "Really fucking stupid."

"I-If it s-scares you it isn't s-s-s-st-stupid.." Bill comforted, looking up at her.

"Thanks, Bill." She grinned, "Uh, small spaces."

"Seriously?" Richie's eyes widened, "Guess Bill's gonna have to find a bigger janitors closet for you guys."

Heather scoffed, flipping him off. "Whatever, loser."

Richie glared, "How rude!"

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"Just trust me, okay?" Heather grinned, reaching out her hand to Bill. "It's the best place in town to watch fireworks."

"I-I don't kn-kn-know." Bill said nervously, looking into the dark woods. "It's da-dar-dark."

"I have a flashlight!" She clasped her hands together, causing her rings to make a 'clink' sound. "Please?"

That's all it took for him. Bill smiled nervously, slipping his hand into hers.

"Yay!" She grinned, pulling him along the dirt forest path. "You're gonna love this so fucking much."

Bill stumbled along behind her, with a large smile on his face.

"Wh-Where are we g-g-go-going?" He stuttered out, nearly tripping over a fallen tree branch.

"You'll see!" She called back, shining her light around the forest.

Minutes passed in silence, Bill's heart continuing to beat out of his chest as she kept their hands connected.

"And here it is!" She exclaimed excitedly, rushing forward and throwing her arms out beside her.

Bill looked around, "Woah-"

A blanket and pillows were laid on the beach. The waves from the bay gently lapped against the shore, causing a relaxing sound to echo throughout the bay area.

"Cool, right? I, uh, I set up the blankets today.. I don't know what I would've done if you said no. It'd be kinda lonely." Heather laughed, walking over and seating herself on the blabket. "Well, you comin'?"

Bill swallowed thickly before seating himself beside her. He watched as she took her tattered dirt covered shoes off.

Heather leaned back, using her hand to stay up. She looked at her watch before speaking, "The fireworks should start in a few minutes."

Bill nodded, his eyes focusing on her as she tilted her headback, inhaling the salty air.

Her hair blew in the wind behind her gently, and all Bill wanted to do was to take it and push it behind her ear and kiss her.

But he couldn't. He didn't want to mess anything up with her.

Unbeknownst to him, Heather could feel his gaze. She popped one eye open, startling the boy.

"O-Oh!" He muttered, looking away and towards the sky. Suddenly, fireworks began going off. "S-So-Sorry!"

Bright reds, greens, blues, yellows, and purples lit up the sky. Heather grinned and sat up, subtly scooting closer to Bill.

Bill shivered, the wind from the sea sending cold chills down his spine.

"You cold?" Heather joked, "In July?"

His face turned red, "I-I.. no?"

Heather laughed and pulled off her leather jacket. "Here. It's warmer than you'd think."

Bill blushed and took the jacket from her he slowly put it on, getting a whiff  of her scent.

Peach.

Bill couldn't help but grin as her jacket warmed him up.

"Damn, Denbrough, you look hot as fuck in leather." Heather winked, jokingly running her hand up his chest.

"Th-Tha-Than-Thank-" He stammered out, his face deepening a shade of red.

Heather laughed to herself, moving so that she was laying on her side and facing him

"I meant it, by the way." Heather spoke softly after a few minutes of watching him.

"Wh-What?" He looked down at her because he was sat up, using his elbows as support as he laid on his back.

"That I think you look good in leather. You do." Heather smiled nervously, pulling on the leather jacket.

Bill blushed again, "Th-Thank-Thank you, Hez."

Heather brought her lip between her teeth as she stared up at Bill. She swallowed as her heartbeat began to increase.

Slowly, she raised her hand to his cheek. Heather began gently rubbing her thumb against his soft skin, fireworks still erupting in the background.

Bill felt like he could no longer breath as his hand trailed up to her wrist.

The fireworks surrounding them suddenly came to a halt, and all was silent. Heather made a bold move and pulled him down to her level.

Bill's eyes trailed down to her darkly tinted lips and back up to her eyes.

Heather leaned forward until their lips brushed together, "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of responding, Bill closed the gap between them. His hand held her wrist as he felt his heart explode from joy.

Bill could taste her cherry chapstick. He liked it. Her lips felt warm against his cold ones as she pulled him closer.

Slowly, they broke apart. Heather's eyes fluttered open as she stared up at him, both teens with lovesick smiles on their faces.

"I've never met anyone like you, Heather Scott." Bill spoke breathily before reconnecting their lips.

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{ Word Count: 1400 }

{ A/n: AHHHHHHHH. holy FUCKING shit why is Bill wearing Heather's jacket making me so SOFT?,}

{ Edited: Not really? }