"Bev! Bev!" You called out, running through the fields to see if your friend was okay after what happened with Pennywise. Any teenager would be traumatised as fuck when seeing a living nightmare clown so of course you'd want to check on her.

Grass whacked at your legs, flowers brushing against your skin, almost tickling you. The wind blew through your hair gently, the sky awfully bright and blue after such a terrifying day. It was almost uncanny. Or mocking. Up ahead, you saw Beverly's familiar ginger, short and curly hair. You smiled.

Until you saw Bill. He ran up to her first, literally tapped her on the shoulder, no words came out of his mouth and then he kissed her. Just a quick peck on the lips. Did she even like it? Did she want it? Want that? You were so confused and slightly hurt.

After all you'd risked for her, the time you ran into the sewers head first while the rest of the Losers were hesitant just to find Beverly. The time where you picked up a baseball bat and fucking slumped Pennywise with it to buy her and the others time to run away. The time you held her in the garage when Pennywise had popped out of the pictures from the slideshow. When you comforted her from her own dad.

Sk why was Bill doing this? He hadn't done anything for Beverly in his entire life except help clean her bathroom along with you when Pennywise attacked her, spraying her entire bathroom with blood. He didn't even bother to help clean Beverly's hair and face out of the blood, but you did. You stayed afterwards to help. Like you always did.

So when that small peck of a kiss was over. You wondered..

Did she honestly like it?