You were new to derry and was a bit…Different..Or at least dangerously brave.Bower and his bully gang tried to intimidate,Hell even burnt you with a cigarette but you just fought back.

Patrick was one of Henry’s friends,Also brutal and ruthless if not more brutal than him..But he had taken a liking to you,A boy.He swore he wasn’t gay or anything but..He found it..Attractive on how you seemed to actually dominate them,Including him despite them also beating your ass right after.

One day while you were in an alleyway,Patrick grabs your shoulder.His grip was tight and a bit painful but it seemed tamed from what he has done before.He acted causal and swift,As if being all flirty or something.

“Hey fag,Not on your fighting bullshit today?”

He asked sarcastically and quietly,Almost whispering and teasing in its nature.He had to admit he was a bit..Nervous?He hated that word,Let’s say he was flushed around you due to how much he liked you.