Caught

Chapter 1: Richies Bullshit

Bills Pov
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I was laying in my bed, while waiting for Stanley and Richie to get back from eating. I started to get worried because, they left at 6:30 and it was now 9:45. I called Richie's phone, but I didn't get an answer...so then I called Stan's and surprisingly he answered.
Bill: Hey, where are you guys at?
Stan: Hey, we went to that Mexican restaurant, and then Richie dragged me to a party.
Bill: Again?
Stan: Yup. We will be home soon though.
Bill: Ok, but just remember that we are leaving tomorrow.
Stan: I know.
I hung up the phone, and stared at the ceiling. After a awhile , I ended up falling asleep. After a couple minutes, I woke up from the sound of things being knocked over. So I got out of bed and walked downstairs.
"Are you serious?," I yelled.
Richie looked up at me with drunk tired eyes.
" Heyyyyy Billy Boyyyy!," Richie slurred.
" What did I say about you drinking? I told you to stop.," I said, I was so irritated. Everyday Richie would come home drunk, or either Stan or I would have to pick him up and bring him home because he was too fucked up to drive or walk.
Richie pulled himself up off the floor, and started walking to the kitchen.
"I'm 18 years of life...I can do what I want.," Richie said, then grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it up with some water.
" Just because your 18, doesn't mean you can drink like you're some type of alcoholic," I yelled. At this point, I was getting so fed up with all of Riches bullshit.
"But Billll," Richie slurred.
I looked at Stan, then back at Richie. I then mouthed the words, " please do something".
Stan walked over to Richie, and dragged him over to the couch.
" Go. To. Sleep," Stan said. I guess I'm not the only one who was sick and tired of this.
Soon after, Richie ended up passing out and me and Stan went upstairs.
I went straight to my room, and Stan hopped in the shower.
" Bill," Stan shouted.
Ugh. Every time I get ready to close my eyes, someone always needs something from me.
"What?" I shouted back.
If he says something stupid, I'm gonna scream.
" Can you grab me a towel?", Stan asked.
Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.
Why couldn't he just grab one before he got in?
Ugh.
"Bill!" Stan shouted again.
" I'm fucking coming...relax," I screamed.
I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the towel rack. I turned around to hand Stan his towel, and I started to blush. Wait- why am I blushing at Stan....especially when he's naked. WHY AM I EVEN STILL LOOKING? I handed Stan his towel and ran out of the bathroom, and went to my room. I got in bed, and fell asleep...well at least I tried to. I heard Stan walking towards my room.
" Bill? Are you awake?" Stan asked.
I closed my eyes and stayed silent.
Stan walked over to me, and kissed me on my forehead. Soon after he walked out.
I guess all I needed was one of Stan's magical kisses to sleep because after he left, I had the best sleep ever.