Welcome to the Losers Club, asshole!
Richie Tozier
"Do you need to be a virgin to see this fucking clown?"
Henry Bowers
"I'll kill you, you little fucking pussy."
Beverly Marsh
"It wants to divide us."
Bill Denbrough?
"If we stick together, all of u...
So ya girl just reached 700 followers so I thought why not write part two for you guys since I saw that a lot of y'all wanted part two. Which honestly surprised me cuz the first imagine was kinda trash. Anyways, this one will have hella emotions involved. And hopefully this one you'll find to be much more pleasurable to read than the last! With that being said, enjoy loves! -Danni
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Stanley Uris was in pain. Scratch that, he was in a broken state of agony.
His heartfelt enlarged and heavy in the cages of his ribs that seemed to try and hold it steady. His breathing was labored much like his movements as his body began to feel a cold wave of numbness. He didn't understand what heartache meant. And he sure as hell could never comprehend why girls at his school made such a big deal about it.
After all, why should Susan cry over a kid as horny as Brad? It just didn't make sense. But now, he was living in the feeling of what Susan and all the other male and females out there in the world felt. He just never expected it to be because of you.
Or, more so, the guy you were with. But you were special as cliché as it sounds and in a way it wasn't much of a surprise that you managed to find someone. However, Stanley just wished it was with him.
He was walking away from the crushing sight of you and that boy now, unaware of your lingering eyes watching his retreating figure with a sudden feeling of disparity. You saw how his head was hung low as if it was too heavy to keep it up. Yet it was simply due to it overdosing on dreams he could've made a reality with you had it not been too late.
You jerked on the leather jacket of the brunette in front of you. You wouldn't watch him walk away. Hell, you couldn't let the boy of your dreams walk away from no doubt yourself seeing as his house was on the other side of the block and you were the only one he knew on this street.
"Stop. You need to stop, Leo," you demanded of the older brunette. Leo, turned to look at you grumbling a response before he slowed the bike down to a full-on stop. You jumped off the bike, Leo giving you a questioning look.
"What's the wrong cousin? I thought you wanted to grab a shake and catch up?"
He was leaning against the handles of his bike maintaining balance by his feet planting on the ground. His posture held a look of what one would assume to be impatience yet his voice wasn't accusing or irritated. If anything it held genuine curiosity. The total opposite of what his posture gave off. You tilted your head in the direction of Stan signaling at the Jewish boy who was now about to round the corner soon.
"I did, I truly did Leo, but right now my friend needs me. Please don't be mad?" Leo's lips curved at the endings understanding completely why you were so urgent to go after the boy. After all, you were one to put your family first over any guy, but he knew that this was different.
