It Imagines

5•Stanley Uris✡️

•update, I saw It again last night and when we came outside I shit you not there was a balloon on my car I cried🎈•
(this was a lie idk i wrote this when i was 13 lmao)
•should i do more Henry? cause y'all seem to like him a lot. also first Patrick imagine next!!•

y/n

"Best feeling ever!" We all say, pouring out our notebooks and folders from our book bags into the garbage cans.

"Really? Ever tried tickling your pickle for the first time?" Richie jokes.

"Shut up, Richie." Eddie says.

"So what do you guys plan on doing the whole summer?" I ask, as Richie and Eddie push each other around.

"I've gotta practice for my reading thing. I can't remember what it's called." Stanley says.

"You don't seem to be very good at being Jewish, Stan." I joke, nudging his arm slightly.

"Haha. Very funny." He says, sarcastically.

"I'm gonna be going out to dinner with Eddie's mom every night. And I'm not talking restaurants if you know what I mean." Richie raises his hand up to get a high five from someone but Eddie smacks it down.

"That's disgusting, Richie!" Eddie yells.

"Just like your mom." Eddie smacks Richie again and Henry Bowers and his gang walk by. They push Richie into Stanley and they both hit the ground.

Belch burps in Eddie's face and he gags and covers his mouth to stop himself from being sick. I go to help up Stanley but Patrick pushes me away and grabs Stan's kippot(?) and throws it at the bus like a frisbee.

"Fuck you, Patrick!" I say, pushing him.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, baby girl." He says, grabbing his crotch and winking.

"You won't touch her!" Stanley yells, his voice cracking slightly.

"Wanna bet, Jewish boy?" Stanley whimpers but doesn't back down.

"If you touch her, I swear to God-" Stanley starts, but Patrick interrupts him by grabbing my and throwing my over his shoulder.

"This is my girl now."

"If you don't put me down-" He smacks my butt and Stanley flips.

"That's it!" Stan charges at Patrick, making him drop me to the ground.

I get up and try and pry Stan off of him but he keeps hitting him. Hard too.

"Don't ever touch my girl!" Patrick covers his face and Richie and I drag Stan off of him.

"Stan, it's okay." I whisper, combing my fingers through his hair and hugging him from behind.

He hugs my arm and sighs.

"You're dead. One way or another." Patrick says. They walk off and we sit there. Everybody is quiet until Richie speaks up.

"Fuck those assholes." He says, pushing his glasses up. We all nod and I help Stanley up.

"Let's go." I say, holding his hand and walking towards his house.

"Sorry I couldn't beat him." He says.

"Stan, it's okay. None of it was your fault. You did good." I say, resting my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"I love you." He blurts out.

"You do?"

"More than anything."

"I love you too, Stanley."