Chapter 3. A sign

                                    

                                          


                          
"No peeking!"  Pennywise said, covering your eyes.  You obey, laughing, as you both went outside to the back.  Once he uncovered your eyes, you gasped and almost cried at the sight of the backyard;  there was a projector behind two chairs with a table in the middle of them, which had a bottle of champagne and two glasses.  There was a sheet that stood up with two branches of trees and was tied up with rope.  You then cover your mouth, trying to hide your laughter.  Pennywise then frowned. 
                          
"Y-You don't like it?"  he said, hanging his head down, looking at his feet.  You then patted his shoulder.
                          
"No, I like it!  It's just.... who uses projectors anymore?  I mean, this isn't the 80s, you know?  I guess it's fine.  Thank you, sweetheart."  You said, pecking his cheek.  He started to blush and went over to start the movie on the projector.  The movie was Dirty Dancing, which you watched as a teen and it was really good.  When Time of My Life came on, Pennywise got up and took your hand.  You chuckled, but took his hand anyway.  You put your head on his shoulder, feeling one of his arms around your waist, the other holding your other hand in midair.  But something weird happens:  he starts growling.  Hard.  You feel the rumble on his chest.  You look up at him and see the same eyes you saw three years ago.  Those blue neon eyes.  You look where his head turns to, which is two little girls next door, playing and laughing.  They didn't even notice him, staring at them, hunger in his eyes.  You turned your head back at him and make his head turn to you.
                          
"Penny.  Are you okay?"  you asked, worried.  He shakes his head, the blue neon eyes gone, his sweet smile coming back. 
                          
"Sorry, sweetheart.  Where were we?"  he says, still smiling the smile he had seconds ago.  You tried to pass it off, smiling back at him, but that was..... confusing.  What was going through his head?  Was he thinking about on feeding on them?  Oh, goodness.  He shouldn't, you thought.  He wouldn't.  Would he though?