《Storm Drains (pennywise love fan-fic) *completed*》Chapter 3
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I wanna be yours- arctic monkeys
I stared at my ceiling lost in my own thoughts. After the encounter with the clown I had seemed to forget about Norman and the damage he had caused. I was curious about pennywise. I sensed danger around him but excitement. Without hesitating I grabbed me rain coat and headed outside in hopes of finding him and find out what he wanted.
Lightning crashed onto sky as I walked down the street shivering from the wetness and cold caused by the rain. I didn't know what I was looking for exactly and where to look but I didn't feel hopeless either. I walked faster trying to heat my body up to help with my shivering. Suddenly I realized I was In front of Neibolt St. Looking around to see if anybody had seen me, I hurriedly ventured down the street. The more down the street I went the harder it was to breathe so I knew I was heading the right direction. I looked up and faced the old wooden house that had stood there for years. A constant reminder of sadness for the small town. I looked back debating whether to go home and stay safe under warm blankets or risk going into that house and never coming out. Before I could make up my mind I noticed a single red balloon floating by the front door. Curiosity got the best of me and before I knew it my body had physically made its way up the stairs. I was now standing in front of the balloon and was a bit confused at the normalness of its shape and color. Nothing horrific or special about it. Just simple. My hand reached to grab it and before I could do so, the balloon popped making a loud noise causing me to jump and choke on my breath. A faint giggle could be heard from inside the crooked home. An all too familiar giggle. Shakily, I opened the front door allowing myself to take some hesitant steps towards the dusty inside of the home.
I looked around in amazement from how scary the place looked inside. Filled with cob webs and old victorian furniture. I always had a thing for horror even as a child. The wonder and fearful sensations after watching a scary movie or hearing an urban legend always gave me a tingly sensation inside. That might be the reason on why I decided to put myself in great danger just for the thrill of fear. My thought were interrupted when I heard shuffling coming from another room. Making my way to the noise I could feel the adrenaline pumping inside me not allowing me to stop and turn back to the safety of my home.
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"tsk tsk tsk Lolita" I heard the familiar playful voice say.
"now why would you put yourself in this situation my dear" He said as I looked around the house in an attempt to track the voice.
"penny?" I asked trying to swallow my fear at the sudden change of atmosphere.
"boo" I heard the voice say behind me. I turned around only to be confronted by the ridiculously tall clown. My breaths became sharp and heavy as I watched pennywise reach for my face with his gloved hand. He pouted mockingly at my sudden sense of fear.
"scared are we?" he asked as drool poured out of his mouth onto the old and dusty wooden floor.
"I- I Cou-?" I asked trying to form some kind of bravery even if it was a small amount.
"Couldn't stop thinking about me?" he teased.
"curiosity killed the cat, my little kitten" he cooed with a raspy tone to his voice. His smile seemed to reach an abnormal length and it made me uncomfortable to the core.
"You're scared" he stated as he stared deep into my eyes as if he was looking into my soul.
"Why did you come here , only to become scared?" He asked confused at the situation and my intentions. He backed up a bit staring at me with anticipation. It was obvious the clown didn't have any knowledge of crushes or lust for that matter.
"I wanted to know why you were picking on me" I lied through my teeth as an even more confused expression settled onto the clowns face. He knew I was lying, he just didn't know why or what I was lying about.
"No" he said as turned to walk away. Before he was able to disappear, I mustered all my strength and reached out taking a hold of his gigantic gloved hand. I felt electricity bolt through my whole body at the simple contact. Pennywise turned around shocked at my sudden action.
"Please" I pleaded, trying to get some type of closure on why I was his latest victim to taunt. He suddenly crouched down to my height facing me, mere inches apart. My heart fluttered for a second leaving me with a guilty and confused feeling afterwards. He smiled evilly as if he knew what I had just felt. His eyes a cool shade of blue, almost innocent. My hand trembled as I lifted it from my side and placed it
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softly onto his cheek. His pale skin was cool and soft. Almost baby like. I began to examine his features. His soft blue eyes. His fire hair. His bunny like teeth. He wasn't so terrifying when he wasn't smiling at you like a psychopath ready for his next victim. His lips parted as he looked at me blankly.
A low growl could be heard from within him making me snap out of my daydream. He continued to stare into my eyes as I looked at all his features one last time. I lowered my hand back to my side slowly and sighed in defeat.
"Okay" I said preparing to leave as I turned around heading for the door. Before I could process what happened, I was suddenly jerked back only to be met with Penny's lips on mine. My heart raced in fear and excitement as I realized what was going on. I immediately and unintentionally kissed back with force. His gigantic hands sculpted my back as I grabbed onto his puffy sleeves for balance. His lips were abnormally soft and plump and he tasted bittersweet, like salty cotton candy. The kiss deepened and I felt myself being levitated off the floor and soon realized penny had picked me up to accommodate to his height. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist to support myself and not have my legs dangling in mid air in an awkward position. I broke away from the kiss to catch my breath, something he weirdly didn't need to do. My eyes met his once more and I noticed the burning amber shade had now taken over the blue.
"Are you ok?" I asked. When he didn't answer me, I began to disengage myself from his body. His grip was still tight not allowing myself to get very far. He still didn't answer me and instead continued to stare at me with a blank look. I began to get uncomfortable and tried loosening his hold on me but he was abnormally strong. I looked back at him before I spoke up.
"What are you?" I asked and I was suddenly let go of causing me to fall and slam onto the floor on my butt. I looked back up in shock and anger at the sudden rudeness.
"Oh dear" he chuckled going back to his clown persona, as if he hadn't broken character a minute ago. He seemed awkward, almost nervous.
"Seems like we got a little too intimate I see" he teased as he lazily waved his hand around trying to make the situation seem unimportant. My feelings stung a little bit at his sudden disinterest as if not long ago we hadn't been in each other's mouths.
"Fear not my kitten, this isn't something that will happen again" he said as he looked down on me.
"I've had my fun with you, I'll be looking elsewhere to taunt and victimize" he laughed as he made his exit. He bowed one last time before giving me a wink and disappearing right after.
I huffed in annoyance and frustration.
"What the hell" I thought to myself as I got up dusting myself off. I looked around to see if he was still here but the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I made my way to the door stepping into the night. The air was cold, and I hugged my arms around me trying to keep warm.
"So that's it?" I said to myself.
"You're just gonna kiss me and then leave me?" I thought in frustration.
"Not even a clown is interested in having a stable relationship with me" I laughed at myself trying to lighten the mood. But deep inside I felt a ting of sadness. I pushed it off convincing myself that it was all due to the circumstances with Norman that I felt this kind of betrayal and abandonment. That it had nothing to do with pennywise leaving and I was insane in the first place for allowing him or it to kiss me. I told myself I felt this way because of Norman and not penny. I wasn't sad he left. I shouldn't be said he left.
But my heart felt otherwise.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
I rarely right authors notes but I just wanted to thank everyone for the support I've been receiving for this fanfic:) I really appreciate it and it motivates me to continue to write! I promise to update as soon as possible but like is stressful as it is! I hope to not disappoint and hope you
Enjoy my writing!:) more to come!
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