You hear once again the sound of raindrops furiously hitting your window. Since you arrived, it has been raining like this... Derry has always been a rainy and wet place, the cold and empty streets just make you want to sleep. Your head hurts, you're restless. You look at your bed as if it were your salvation and decide to lie down on it awkwardly. The hope of finding some relaxation is useless, that clown floods your thoughts. You only moved to Derry because of him. It's your fault, you'll never know what peace is again until you see him. You try to settle your mind as you adjust your position on the bed. You turn over, sink your face into the pillow, close your eyes tightly. Nothing works. Pennywise doesn't want to leave your head. -"Shit, shit, shit"-. You can't do anything... -"I just want him to be here, with me"- It's been a week since you came to this town and you haven't even been able to feel his presence. -"Why doesn't he come?"- -"Maybe he's not interested in me"- you sigh at every thought. -"Maybe I should leave next week, I can't stay here forever, waiting for him"- you turn over once more, finally finding a comfortable position to sleep. You slowly fade away. -Oh, Pennywise" is the last thing you say before you hear your bedroom window open. An icy chill runs across your skin. You open your eyes almost popping out. -"Wh- You want to talk but you know it would be silly. It's him, you know it's his presence. You look around desperately. You can only see your open window and the few raindrops that managed to sneak in. You stand up, still with a surprised expression on your face. Almost 5 minutes passed without anything happening. The wind whistling is the only thing you can hear, but you decide to speak... -"You know I know you're here right?" And again, just the wind whistling. Still no response, you laugh, trying to calm yourself down. -"Come on Pennywise, don't make me sound crazy. Show yourself"- As expected, nothing different happened. Then you sigh as if to show defeat. -"Okay, so you're afraid of me then"- You feel the cold of the open window and decide to close it as you continue to laugh. -"Okay, okay"- you mutter. Then, you lie back down on the bed with a smile on your face. -"I didn't know you were so shy"- you say out loud as a last hope to provoke him. A minute in silence and then two. You close your eyes as if it doesn't matter (but it really does). Until a drop falls on the carpet next to the bed. -"I'm not shy, I was just studying you, human"- said the deep husky voice of your dreams. You jump off the bed -NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY- you think as you watch it. Yes, there he was, standing still like a mannequin. There was the clown you wanted to see so much. -"Holy shit"- Pennywise didn't move. More drops were falling, his hair, his face, his clothes. He was all wet. -"I was studying you, because you're sooo weird"- He continued... -"You just came to Derry to see me? Why do you want to see me? How do you know me from before?"- Your heart gallops in your chest like never before, you try to give an answer but your vocal cords don't seem to respond. You know you look ridiculous at this moment. You feel like you want to faint. You shake your head and clear your throat to finally give an answer. -"O-Oh, Pennywise, you have no idea. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you, waiting for this moment"- Pennywise just looks on with a grimace of uncertainty. -"I have so many things to tell you!, I thought I'd never see you, Pennywise"- you smile at him for acceptance, but what he sees is only a macabre smile. Anyone who saw this scene would think that you are the murderer, and Pennywise the victim. Without changing his face of pure distrust, he looks at you -"Oookay? You didn't answer my questions..."- says in a slightly deeper voice. You realize that probably wasn't the best way to meet him, maybe you're scaring him off, maybe he'll leave again, maybe he'll never speak to you again -"Sorry Penny, you caught me by surprise. Why don't we sit down and talk about it more calmly? You have to understand
that I'm very nervous. Heh, heh"- You raise your hands slowly in a sign of peace, and sit on your bed waiting for him to do the same. You can hear his characteristic agitated breathing. He's probably just as nervous as you are. Just think about it, this is the first time Pennywise has seen someone looking for him and treating him differently, in a 'strange' way. -"Well"- He said -"First, don't call me 'Penny', say my full name, it doesn't hurt. P-e-n-n-y-w-i-s-e, okay human?"- You laugh softly, it's cute to see him get mad because his name wasn't said right. -"Ok, ok! I'm sorry, really!"- You smile at him again. Then you heard Pennywise growl, as more drops fell from his hair, face and suit. There was already a good amount of water puddling under his shoes. You don't dare tell him that he's messing up the carpet with all that dirty water. However, you've always had a big mouth... -"Um, Pennywise, before we talk, you might want a towel, you almost flooded my room!"- You laugh out loud hoping not to die after making that comment. Luckily for you, Pennywise laughed too, but more softly. A laugh you've never heard before, so you feel confident. -"No seriously, do you want a towel?"- you say it in a more calm tone. Then you see Pennywise finally moving, he touches his face and hair. He notices that it's actually wet. It's so cute the fact that he never makes a big issue out of that kind of shit, the fact that he's wet, or the fact that his hair is messy... After a while analyzing himself, he looks at you and seems to want to speak, but no sound comes out of his mouth. You smile and understand the situation, Pennywise just doesn't dare to ask you for a towel, he doesn't dare to give you the point, even if you are right. You get up from your bed once again to go to the bathroom and hand Pennywise a large blue towel. You hurry back to your room and see him right there standing on the carpet, but this time he was jiggling, as if he was now bothered by the water that was previously ignored. You slowly approach Pennywise with the blue towel in your hand, as if you didn't want to scare him away, as if to let him see that you were inoffensive. He stops jiggling to stand still looking at you, once again. The closer you get, the louder you hear his breathing. Now you are dangerously close, as close as 7cm away from him. -Shit, I want to hug him so bad- you think. Then you give him a relieved smile -"Uh, Pennywise, here's the towel. I can help you dry off if you want"- The clown looks you up and down, again, studying the situation. There is no response from him, maybe he doesn't know what to say, this is so strange... Neither of you dared to react, neither Pennywise giving an answer, nor you giving him the towel. Only a lightning bolt striking sharply out there in the Derry deluge broke the eternal silence that had formed between the two of you. Something happened in you, some impulse from somewhere beyond made you react. You're not quite sure what can happen but you do it anyway. You sigh, and grab one of Pennywise's hands. -"Hey, big guy. Relax, it's just a towel! Hehe"~ then you guide Pennywise to your bed still holding his hand. So you sat on your bed, very nervous, and pointed out a spot for Pennywise to sit down too. He finally understands that you are not a menace to be distrusted, so he sits next to you. -"Seriously, you have to answer my questions, little one, I'm really confused. At least before I get hungry and devour you."- said the clown while laughing softly. You notice in his voice that he is more relaxed and that comforts you. Then you wrap the towel in your hand and start drying part of Pennywise's costume, with soft, gentle movements. -"Oh, Pennywise, it's a long story. Maybe you'll even get bored and end up devouring me anyway"- You continue to massage gently with the towel on the sleeves and chest of his suit. -"It's better for you to tell me than for me to bite your face off. If you know me so well, then you know I can do it, sweetheart"- he said. You laugh to 'relax' the situation (You're shitting yourself) so
you start drying the neck areas of his suit. -"Fine, Pennywise. But there's no need to become hostile. We have all day for me to answer each of your questions, and yes, it would be my pleasure to answer them all, but for now, I need to see you dry to focus, okay baby?"- You knew it wasn't a very good idea to call him 'baby' but it was something you had always wanted to tell him, even if you had to die to do it. A growl was getting louder and louder, it was Pennywise getting ready to storm off over the word you knew you shouldn't have said. But before anything happens, you look into his eyes, staring at him, almost without fear of dying. You throw him a smile and tell him calmly -"Chill out! It was a joke. I'll never call you 'baby' again, baby"- Pennywise just frowns, resigned to not doing anything to you, because he knows that he needs answers, he knows that you are 'special', he knows that you know things that others in Derry don't. By this point you had successfully dried his suit. But water still was dripping from his nose, as well as from his cheeks and hair. Thoughts pass into your mind like bullets: -And now? I have to touch his face, I have to dry his hair, shit! I can't do it- As you think about what to do, you notice something unexpected: Pennywise doesn't have his yellow eyes, instead, he has his blue eyes. -My God. Does that mean I'm safe?--Fuck, I'm so dumb! I just have to do it, I've been waiting for this forever, I'm not going to turn back at the last second, no, no, no- -come on, come on! get close to him!- -do it nowwwww!- Finally, you raise your hand to put the towel on his cheek, you' re shaking, but you hide it all with a confident smile. -"Are you afraid, sweetie?"- The clown whispered, with a smile on his face. -"No! It's not...ugh- It's not that, Pennywise"- you answered. Those words whispered by him only made you even more nervous than before. -"Oooh, I think you are. Yes honey! I can smell it hehehe"~ he said. Your hands continue shaking. You slide the towel on his other cheek, then over his red painted nose. -"Come on Pennywise, this is unfair. Stop it now"- While you dry his face, you can hear what you had always dreamed of, those little Pennywise noises. The ones that drive you crazy, the ones that make you want to throw yourself on him. Then, you sigh in satisfaction, you finally dried all his pretty face. -"Hurry up! I'm starting to see you becoming veeeery tasty"- Said the clown. (In a slightly more desperate voice). Almost like a child waiting for his dinner, as if he hadn't eaten in over a month. -"Okay, okay! Calm down baby. I'm just looking for your hair. Can I have your permission to touch it?"- Once again, Pennywise growls, only this time he's really pissed off, he rolls his eyes and replies -"Yeees, you can! but I told you not to fucking call me bab-" His drama is suddenly interrupted by a kiss that you give him on the cheek. You don't know why you did that, but if you didn't maybe he' d really rip your eyes out, or something like that... Now, to not make it more embarrassing than it already was, you just rub the blue towel on the clown's wet hair. You are now so close to him that you learned his scent. Yes, cinnamon, blood, rain and circus. That's what a demon like Pennywise smelled like. -"What was that?"- He asked curiously. -"Isn't it obvious? A kiss, an innocent kiss"- You answer (with a certain proudness). Can't believe you dared such a feat. You just kissed the devil honey! -"I mean, I know that was a silly kiss, but why? Why did you kiss me?"- (the clown starts to get more confused). You know you can't answer that question, well, actually, you can, but it would take you hours to tell him everything you feel. -"I did it just because you're cute, Pennywise"- was the first thing that popped into your head, so you just said it to him. -"Me? Cute? -No way!"- he replied angrily... You kept drying his hair until you could feel it soft and fluffy, like its natural state. But after that 'express bath', his hair was more orange than usual. -"Yes Pennywise. You are very, very cute.
Your hair, your face, your movements, your clothes, your voice, your personality, your laugh... Everything about you is cute, even when you say you are going to kill me, that's cute too!"- you answer cheerfully. -"Impossible. I'm scary! I am very scary! So shut up, you weird human"- he says in disgust, as he closes his eyes to 'ignore' you... -"I think we're done here, cutie. I have managed to dry you all up! Hehe"~ You gently comb his hair with your fingers to return it to its lifted form. -"Really? I'm all dried up? That was really quick! Ooh, I usually wait for everything to get dry on its own, sometimes it takes hours..."- You smile and look at him, as if he were your masterpiece. -"All right! I guess, when you're wet and don't want to wait, you already have a place to come and dry off. Don't worry, I won't bill you, baby."- You laugh and then he laughs too. You feel 'complete' for the very first time in your life. That feeling of warmth, that feeling of protection. Oh, you feel so lucky (and you are). -"If you keep calling me 'baby', then I'll have to call you that too!"- He said in a playful voice. -"Well! From my part, I have no objection"- you replied to him with a flirty smile. The two of you kept laughing almost like kids. -''Ooh, I'm going to kill you uuugly oneee!"- he said, while putting his gloved hands on your belly. -"NO! STOP! PLEASEEE DON'T TICKLE ME! NO! NOT THERE!"- Then, you feel him moving his fingers on your stomach. You squirm with laughter, it's clearly your weak point. -"STOP IT NOWWW! YOU'RE GOING TO KIIILL MEEE"- Pennywise seems to enjoy this as much as you do. And finally, stop to laugh out loud, with you. His giggles melt you down, it's like a dream. Both your laughter slowly fade away. As you stare at each other, as if each had discovered something new, and yes you did. True happiness, true 'life'. You sigh and then, take Pennywise's hands. -"Now, you can ask me all the questions you want, cutie. I'll try to explain as best I can, okay?"- Pennywise nodded and then, the questions began. On that rainy afternoon in Derry, he met you, met love and met happiness for the first time.
Note: Maybe I went a little too far, but I tried to make the story as complete as I could. I hope it's of some help to you, and that it cheered you up in some way. Let's keep together, among clownfuckers we help each other. ⊂(•‿•⊂ )*.✧
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