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#𝟝: 𝕃𝕒𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕋𝕠𝕫𝕚𝕖𝕣

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

For god's sake, my fucking head.

"Bill told me to come check in on you guys," I heard Ben's voice from the other side of the door. "He wanted me to make sure you weren't throwing up on the floors or anything, his folks would kill him."

Beverly shook her head in an amused manner and stood up, unlocking and opening the door. 

Ben took a step back, realizing how bad the aroma stank. I assumed that I had been sitting in the room for so long that I had become immune to the smell. "Jesus, you look like hell." he murmured.

I was proud to get my wits back at this point. "I know. But Ben, you interrupted a fire make-out session. It was just starting to get good."

Ben raised an eyebrow and said nothing. He usually didn't like to humor my jokes, he usually ignored them just like Stan and Mike did. That's why it's so easy to pick on Bill, Bev, and Eddie; they'd protest and fight back.

Beverly just rubbed her eyes in slight annoyance and followed me down the hallway, back to the living room. "As if I'd kiss you. Especially after the shit you just threw up."

I pretended to pout. My head still stung, but I needed to put on my old persona so Eddie wouldn't question me further. "Don't worry, Bevvy, girls like you are just confused. I'm too much for them too handle."

"You can say that again," Ben muttered.

Mike, Bill, and Eddie glanced up, and I noticed a new movie had been turned on. I don't even remember how long I had been in the bathroom. Bev took her place beside Bill, who watched me as I traipsed back inside. 

"Hey, where's the party?" I asked, trying to avoid Eddie's eyes. I could feel his stare on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Did Stan go home?"

"Y-yep," Bill said plainly, his eyes settled on the screen. "H-he was tired of you making a f-f-fool out of yourself."

I folded my arms and took a seat. "What?"

"He t-thought you were p-pretending to be s-sick for sh-show, and h-he was tired a-anyway."

I scoffed a bit. "Oh, he wants proof, huh? Ask him to come back and check the goddamn toilet, how about that?"

Bill had a lingering grin on his face that he quickly tucked away. "Eh, it's al-alright, you k-know how S-Stanley gets. B-but what ab-about you? Are y-you feeling o-okay?"

I wafted my hand. I felt more attention on me. Eddie hasn't looked away from the back of my head since I sat down. "Don't worry about it, Big Bill. I got out most of what I could."

Eddie made a small distressed sound from behind me; the poor kid thought throwing up was like watching a brain transplant in a surgery room. Damn his mother.

"Come now, Eds, it's not that gross." I objected.

"Yes it is."

"It doesn't matter," Mike butted in. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to bed. It's almost 3:00, and we have school today."

"I hate it when you're responsible," I said under my breath.

Bill turned off the television before anyone could protest. "M-Mike's right. I can make up some extra s-sleeping bags in my f-folk's room if your parents w-w-wouldn't mind. Th-they're on a bu-business trip until F-Friday."

"Eds and I can share, isn't that right, Spaghetti?" I offered, crossing my arms and shooting Eddie a condescending smirk.

"Not on your life, trashmouth."