Summary: A short story where Stan comes to terms with his feelings for Big Bill.
Sunny was the weather forecast in the small town of Derry. As seven losers made their way across a small river the afternoon sunlight danced around them, shimmering off the water’s surface and onto their smooth faces.
Among the seven-strong band of 12-year-olds was Stanley Uris, with his curly brown hair and lanky body, stepping cautiously across each stone towards the other side of the river. The day was pleasant, and his spirits were high.
As Stanley- his friends referred to him as Stan- surveyed his tranquil surroundings and allowed his ears to be caressed with the calming sound of the gentle running river he found his warm brown eyes being drawn to one of his friends. Bill.
Bill was a tall kid for his age, but was as skinny as Stanley and their complexions shared that same pale tinge that somehow screamed fragility and purity.
Stanley found his heart beating faster and faster as he drank in the sight of Bill’s broad shoulders, which were hugged snuggly by his tee-shirt. The blushing boy’s heart rate seemed to triple when his eyes explored more or Bill’s body, it’s relaxed posture evidence that he neither suspected nor detected Stanley’s feelings which were so warm with sincerity they seemed to radiate from him.
As Stanley put his right foot forward, he realised too late that he misjudged the distance between the rock he was currently on and the next and slipped with a shout of surprise into the river.
The river was relatively warm today. Good. Bill had turned around and seen him in this embarrassing state. Catastrophic.
Stanley’s heart was thumping loudly in his throat as he struggled to sit up in the river and for a moment he forgot how wet he was because his thoughts were lost in Bill’s eyes. They were a dark hazel. They were warm and welcoming, beckoning Stanley to hold their gaze with his own. And so he did.
But he probably shouldn’t have admired Bill’s eyes while trying to stand up on slippery, algae covered rocks because he promptly slipped and fell again. This time in front of Bill.
Stanley felt his cheeks flush and for a moment he ignored Richie’s obnoxious laughter because all he could hear was his blood rushing in his ears and Bill’s smile, slightly askew with quiet bashfulness.
As the taller boy backtracked across rocks and reached out to pull a lovestruck Stanley out of the river Stanley felt as if he would faint from embarrassment of being in such a humiliating position in front of Bill. He didn’t picture his afternoon to go this way.
Sparks flew when their soft hands grabbed each other and as Stanley was pulled out of the water and onto the rock Bill was standing on, Stanley suddenly wasn’t on Earth anymore… he was over the moon.