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The Love Letter | stanley uris

"What time is it?" You asked. Bill checked his watch.

"7:46." He replied. You groaned and sat up.

"I gotta be home by eight. I'll see you guys later, okay?" You said as you stood up. You grabbed everything and made your way to your bike. You began to mount it when you heard footsteps.

"I'll ride with you." Someone said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Stan.

"I can manage." You replied with a smile. He returned it but continued to get on his bike anyway.

"I know you can, but after what we went through yesterday, I don't think going home alone is the best idea." He said. You looked down before nodding.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You replied. You slowly began to petal away, waving goodbye to Bill and Richie. You could hear Stan behind you, slightly comforted by the noise. It wasn't long before you reached your house. You sighed and got off your bike.

"Bye (Y/n)!" Stan called as you dropped your bike on your front lawn. You turned and waved.

"See ya later Stanley." You replied as he rode away. You began to walk up the front porch stairs and grabbed your key from your pocket. You slipped it in the lock and turned it, opening the door with ease. After taking off your shoes, you made your way into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and grabbed some plastic containers.

"(Y/n)? Is that you?" Someone called.

"Yeah (g/n), it's me." You replied. You could hear (h/h/t) making (h/h/t) way down the stairs.

"I have some good news." (S/h/t) said as (s/h/t) stood in the doorway.

"What's up?" You asked.

"You know that job I've been trying to get for ages? The one in New York?" (S/h/t) asked. You stopped scooping mashed potatoes onto your plate, fearing what (s/h/t) was going to say next.

"Yeah..." You trailed off. (S/h/t) clasped (h/h/t) hands together.

"I finally got it! We're moving to New York (Y/n)!" (S/h/t) shouted. Your eyes widened and your throat got dry.

"We're moving? When?" You asked frantically.

"As soon as we can, so you need to start packing when you wake up tomorrow." (S/h/t) replied, (h/h/t) voice happier than it ever was. You stood in the same place, your heart slowly stopping as you realized what had just happened. You were moving. Moving away from the place you called home. Moving away from the place you had built a family. Moving away from the place where you had fallen in love. Moving away, and never going back. Even when your (g/n) went back up the stairs, you still stood there, not wanting to accept the truth.

>> timeskip <<

You had finished packing at an alarming rate. You were never really into material things, so you were able to compact everything into four boxes. The first was labeled Clothes, the second was labeled Books, the third was labeled Cassettes, and the fourth was labeled Others. Once you finished, you had spent the remainder of the day chewing your fingernails and deciding whether or not you were going to tell Stan about your feelings. And if you were, how? You could tell him face to face, but would you be able to handle the rejection? You could send someone else to do it, but who? You could call him, but wasn't that a bit insensitive? There were so many possibilities, but none were appealing.

After tossing around ideas for more than two hours, you finally decided on something. You'd write him a letter. You'd pour out your feelings on paper, tuck it into a book, give it to him as a going-away present, and when he'd open it, he'd read it. It wasn't exactly brilliant but it was a lot better than the other ideas you had thought of. You sighed and sat up, making your way to your box of Others and pulling out the necessary materials.

>> timeskip <<

It was now 7:03 in the morning. You were running on zero hours of sleep, six cups of coffee, and had made 17 failed attempts to write this stupid letter, but you finally did it. You finally found the right words to explain how much you loved this stupid boy. You exhaled as your eyes drifted over the page one more time. You were finally content with what you had written. You swallowed the large lump in your throat and opened your box of books. You had to find one that looked moderately new and would be about something he enjoyed. You were pretty sure you had a book about birds somewhere in there.

You smiled after you came across one titled The Bird Boy's Guide to All Things Mockingbirds. You folded the letter and slipped it into the pages neatly, making sure it wasn't too close to the front or too close to the back. You grabbed the pen and opened the front cover. In your (w/t) scrawl, you wrote the words To: Stanley, From: (Y/n).

You sighed as you looked at it. You really wanted to do better but given the short notice, this was the best you had. If it were up to you, you wouldn't even be moving. This was not something you wanted to do on any level. But alas, it was not your choice and you had to do what was best for your family. You closed your eyes and realized that you didn't even know when you had to go.

"Hey (g/n), when are we leaving?" You shouted.

"Well, I have to finish packing all the kitchenware, and that will take quite a while. Plus, I've still got to order the U-Haul to transport the furniture so probably late tomorrow evening." (S/h/t) replied. You groaned. Really? That soon? I guess I'll just have to do it tonight.

>> timeskip <<

And then it was tonight. It was like the entirety of your day was just cut out for time. You stared at the book in your hands, not wanting to accept the fact that if you didn't deliver it tonight, you'd never get to give it to him. You swallowed and checked your watch. 9:24. Now or never, you thought as you tightened your grip on the spine. You walked outside and grabbed your bike, securing the book under your arm. After a while of riding, you came to his house.

The mailbox was right there. All you had to do was slide it in. You chewed on your lip as you opened it. It was a tight fit but if you curled the pages slightly, it went right in. You closed the opening and sighed. That's it. You officially had no more business in Derry. You began to ride back to your house, only glancing over your shoulder once. As you reached your front door, you saw your (g/n) moving a box to the van. She placed it in the back and closed the door.

"Alrighty. That's everything. Hop in so we can get to New York." (S/h/t) said. You raised your eyebrows.

"What about all the furniture?" You asked.

"The U-Hauls were too expensive. I'll just replace everything when we get to The Big Apple. Now come on, I wanna get there early." (S/h/t) replied as (s/h/t) got in the front seat. You looked at your bike. You sighed. There was no way you were going to fit M.B. into the back seat. You rolled it to the back of your old home and leaned it on the wall, leaving it for the next owners to find. You walked to the van and got in. After buckling your seatbelt, you closed your eyes.

The wheels slowly began to move and you knew you'd never see this place again. As your mind pounded against your skull, you had no idea that the love letter you'd poured your heart and soul into had fallen out of the pages of the book and was now laying on the floor of your old bedroom.