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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris

"No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!" You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.

"Then you better help me move all this furniture outside." (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.

"Wait, why are we selling the furniture?" You asked.

"Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house." (S/h/t) answered.

"So it's just been empty for all these years?" You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.

"Empty except for everything we left there."

>> timeskip <<

You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall's paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.

As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.

You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.

You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?

You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn't the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.

Dear Stanley,

I guess I'm just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I'm moving to New York so I'm probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should've told you and the Losers in person but I guess... I guess I just didn't have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.

You see, I think I'm in love with you. Well actually, I know I'm in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser's Club. It didn't mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.

I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn't just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn't just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn't just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.