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The Love Letter | stanley uris

"What he meant to say was that we could be your friends." Stan finished, seeing as the stuttering boy was having trouble doing it himself.

"We're the Losers. We're targeted a lot by the jerks, such as Greta and Henry, but we stick together. Most of us were outsiders or new kids who didn't fit in, so we thought we'd make a group where anyone who was rejected could feel like they had a place. A meaning." Stan said.

"Well way to go all sentimental and shit, Stanley. You could've just said no one likes us." Richie replied. You pursed your lips to suppress a laugh as Stan glared at him. After a few seconds, he turned to you.

"What do you say?" Stan asked. You glanced at everyone else. They seemed nice enough, but did you really want to be dubbed a loser?

"I'll think about it." You replied, walking to your bike.

>> end of flashback <<

You hadn't even really thought about it. The next day, you just sat with them at lunch and you bonded from there. Richie had adapted to calling you a bitch, but it was all in good humor. You got very close to them, Stan in particular. He became your best friend. Over time, you had wished he'd become more than that, but you pushed those feelings aside. You were just glad you had people who actually liked you.

Your friendship was like no other, and it couldn't be stronger. At least, that's what you thought. After the defeat of Pennywise, that's exactly what happened. It got stronger. Once you all linked blood-covered hands, you were so much closer. That's why you had to keep that friendship thriving. With Beverly moving today, there would only be six others, not including yourself.

You knew that at some point, life would get in the way. If it would be leaving town, growing up, or just plain falling out of friendship, you didn't know, but what you did know was that you had to make the most of it while you could. You smiled and draped your foot close to the floor, sliding it through the dirt to slow down. You inhaled the fresh scent of pine and water. The scent of the quarry. The scent of childhood. You walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, dangling your feet over. It wasn't long before you heard the crunching of rocks. You glanced over your shoulder, meeting the faces of your friends.

"Took you long enough." You said as you stood up. They began to get off their bikes, their faces either grim or tired. You frowned.

"Come on guys! What's with the long faces?" You asked. Bill glanced at the others. You knew what was wrong.

"Really? You're still thinking of that stupid clown? Look, he's gone. We don't have to worry about him for another 27 years, okay? You're not gonna let him eat away the rest of your childhood too, right?" You shouted. Still, there was not so much as another pause of silence. You sighed before stripping to nothing but your undergarments.

"Fine. You all can be pansies and stay up here and have no fun while I, go down there and have the best time I've had in a long time. Feel free to join me anytime you like." You said with a shrug. You turned around and pushed yourself off the cliff. The cold water hit your skin with a splash. You resurfaced and rubbed the water from your eyes, staring at the boys above you. A knowing smirk laid upon your face as you watched them undress. All they needed was a little push. After they all jumped down, it was like the youth just flooded back into them. They smiled and laughed and splashed each other with the water. Nothing but good vibes were being shared, and that was just what you needed.

>> timeskip <<

You sighed as you looked at the moon. Its light shone on those of you who were left. Both Ben and Mike had to be home by six, and Eddie had just left a few minutes ago, leaving only you, Stan, Bill, and Richie. You knew that it was getting late and you should probably be heading home, but you felt so serene. It was beyond peaceful and you really didn't want to leave that, but you knew you had to eventually.