It Imagines

16•How You Make Up

Bill Denbrough

"Okay. I can do this. It's Y/N. It's my b-baby girl. I just have to give her the flowers a-and I h-have to-"

"Bill. Shut the fuck up. Go do it already. We've been out here for an hour." Richie says.

"F-Fuck you, Richie!" I say, getting mad. "You d-don't understand how bad I'm hurt."

"Actually I do understand cause I just broke up with my girlfriend too."

"Why?"

"Cause she thought I wasn't serious enough about our relationship."

"She wasn't wrong." Stanley says.

"At least I didn't let my dad convince my girlfriend she was a skank."

"At least he didn't tell her to go fuck her best friend." Bev defends Stan.

"I'm sorry, Molly Ringwald. Who the fuck was asking you? And if I recall, your girlfriend/boyfriend left you because you'd rather make plans with Greta Bowie." Richie yells. She flips him off.

"S-Stop a-arguing! Right n-now!" I yell. I knock on Y/N's door and I hear her beautiful voice.

"I got it, mommy." She opens the door and her smile fades slightly.

"Hey, Bill. What's up?"

Oh fuck. I can't talk. I can't even stutter. Fuck. Oh fuck.

"Bill needs to tell you something. Right, Bill?" Stan says. I don't say anything.
"RIGHT, BILL?!"

"R-Right. I c-came to uh, t-tell y-you i was s-sorry for treating you like shit. A-And. F-Fuck." My eyes start watering and my voice trembles. "I m-miss you. S-So much. Af-after I l-lost y-you t-too, I r-realized I m-miss you as much as G-G-Georgie."

Her eyes were watering; I don't know how because it was a shitty speech.

"Can we maybe try and work things out?" I ask perfectly. She nods and wraps her arms around me.

"I love you so much, Billie." I hug her and rest my head on her shoulder.

"I love you too."

Richie Tozier

"Okay, Richie. No more joking around. You gotta get serious for Y/N." I mumble.

"Beep beep, Richie. We've been waiting all day." Eddie groans.

"I'm sorry, gazebo mouth, who the fuck asked you?" Eddie sighs and Stan rolls his eyes.

"W-Weren't you just complaining yesterday a-about how I t-took so long? H-Hypocrite." Bill stutters.

"Fuck you." I turn back around and groan.

"Her parents are crack heads. I can't do it."

"That just gives you more of a reason to! You expect her to go through this all alone?" Stan says.

I sigh. He's right. I turn around and knock on her door, fixing my shirt and standing straight. I hear a couple foot steps and then the door clicks.

"What?" She says as soon as she opens it. She looks tired. Her eyes have bags under them and she has on the same clothes from two days ago.

"Uh... I came to tell you that I was sorry. And I was horrible for acting like I didn't care about you or us or the relationship because I do. I'm in love with you, Y/N. I wanna spend my whole life killing clowns and cuddling with you. You mean so much to me. Please. Give me another chance." I say quickly.

"What?" She asks. "That was so fast I barely heard it."

I laugh softly. "Will you give me another chance? To fix everything between us?"