𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 || bill denbrough

2

*BEEP, BEEP* oh fuck. I groaned slowly as I reached my arm out to shut up my alarm. I moved around lazily trying to stop the noise until, "OUCH!" I had now fallen off the bed landing on top of somebody, the alarm still ringing in my ears. "Woah Steven if you really want do it you could just ask nicely." Richie's voice snickered in my ear as I opened my eyes to coming face to face with him.
"You little dipshit." I chuckled as I removed my body from Richie's body. I pulled myself up to face the alarm clock, I turned it off and sat back down on the bed only just realising there was someone else in it.

Pulling the sheets down slowly and carefully making sure I don't wake them up. I identified who they were. Bill. Bill, was laying on his side shirtless in his bed snoring effortlessly. My face burned red as I put the sheets back over him and I swivelled back around to face Richie, beaming in utter shock. "As soon as we walked upstairs last night you fell straight onto Big Bill's bed and drifted to sleep. Billy had no choice but to sleep in the same bed as you, shirtless!" Richie shook his head at the last word of his sentence, a small smirk falling on his face at my reaction. I had completely forgotten about what happened last night, after the fight with Henry I felt quite sickened by his actions so nothing really concerned me after that encounter. "More like you pressured him too," Stan said in a groggy voice. I looked over to him a frown forming on my face. Stan was now crawling sleepily over to Richie and me to join the conversation.

"I did not force him." Richie spoke definitively, "I simply gave him a little push. That's all."
"More like you gave him a big fat spanking." Stan was now fully awake rolling his eyes as he reimagined what had happened last night.
"Should I go back to sleep...or?" I asked awkwardly unsure of what to do to make the most impact on Bill.
"Yeah, quickly! Act like you have been lying close to him all night. It will give him a boner!" Richie winked. Stan chuckled lightly and I quickly made my way back into Bill's bed scooching closer to him. I closed my soft eyes and unexpectedly drifted back to sleep.

"S-s-Steven," Bill's warm lean hand was now slowly shaking me back and forth to wake me up. I rubbed my eyes and opened the to see Bill *not shirtless* towering over me. "Hey, Billy." I smiled looking around the room to see we were alone. "I-it's 10 o'clock. Y-you slept-t in." Bill chuckled sorta awkwardly. I got myself up out of bed with help from Bill and made my way to follow Bill out the door but I have soon stopped my reflection in the mirror.

I was standing there with my hair in a messy bun, my mascara running down my face, my royal blue halter neck half hanging off my body revealing most of my lacy bra and I was wearing some unfamiliar oversized shorts. "God, what did you let me drink last night Bill." I giggled at my appearance as I pulled at the unfamiliar shorts I was wearing. "D-don't worry Steven, o-only S-Soda." Bill quickly ran over to his drawer retrieving an oversized flannel and handing it to me. "H-here you can p-put this o-on." I smiled and Bill walked out the room a small blush creeping up his face.

He half shut the door and I walked into the corner throwing off my shirt and placing it down onto the floor. "N-no you c-can't go int-there-." I heard Bill's voice cry as Stanley bragged into the door  Bill was chasing after him while I was practically half-naked. "Oh shit," Stanley said, staring at my half-naked body. Bill looked down to his pants and quickly ran out of the room. I rotated my face now red and hot. I hastily put in the flannel and shifted back around, Stan now thankfully gone and the door thankfully fully shut. I screamed quietly into my hands as I just realised what had happened. I then walked out the door of Bill's bedroom and headed down the stairs preparing myself for the awkwardness that was about to come.

"And she was just standing there. Only in her bra. She looked good though don't get me wrong, but what was she doing?" I heard Stan's voice say to the others. I stopped in the middle of the stairs to hear their conversation. "Waiting for Billy of course. Gosh, Stan you just have to ruin everything." Richie uttered.
"S-she d-doesn't like me." Bills voice said lowly. "I-I think she l-like h-Henry." A sigh came out of Eddie's mouth.
"I mean the way she was looking at him yesterday on the stairs, it was like there was no other guy in the world," Eddie spoke in disappointment. "Well, then you'll just have to win her over," Richie spoke like it was the smartest idea mankind had ever heard.
"Y-yeah but h-how?!" Bill questioned.
"Well she obviously likes 'bad boy' Bill, so that's what you will have to become. A bad boy." Richie spoke confidently.
"Yeah but that's the difference between Bill and Henry. Bill is sweet and quiet when Henry is toxic and violent. That's why she likes them both so much, because they are so different." Stan corrected Richie.
"Just be yourself, Bill," Eddie said ending the conversation making it my cue to walk down the stairs.

All the boys' attention turned to the doorway as I walked in, eyes on Stanley. "Look Steven I didn't-" Stan began to say but I cut him off.
"It's okay Stan the man-" I smiled as I was also cut off but this time by Richie.
"I am sure Eddie has done it many time to his mom." Richie snickered while Eddie glared at him.
"Not funny," Eddie spoke seriously.

"So...uh what are we watching?" I said as I sat down on the end of the couch next to Bill, whose face was burning up.
"The golden girls," Richie said eyes glued to the TV. The awkward ora slowly disappeared around the room as we all sat there purely focused on why Rose and Dorothy were fighting. "Until Next time...The golden girls." The narrator spoke softly as his voice faded into the credit music. "What a good show." Eddie and Richie said at the same time.
"That is probably the most useless show that has ever been put on TV," Stan replied.
"They just talk for the sake of talking," I said to complete his sentence earning a small chuckle from Bill. Once the credits were over we all got up off the couch and followed Bill to the kitchen where he fed us some Honey Nut Cheerios with a dash of milk.

"So remind me again Bill, what the fuck are we doing today?" Richie asked as milk dripped out of his mouth.
"We-we is g-going t-to t-the sewers," Bill said as copied Richies actions.
"You know that you can get typhoid from hanging around in water like that. You become insanely weak, you get stomach pains, a headache and-"
"A loss of appetite." I cut Eddie off already knowing all the symptoms due to the fact that my mom lists them to me every second day.
"Y-yeah." Eddie said now looking down at his food, not happy that someone could compete with him about how much they know about germs and diseases. "Well we better get going good lads." Richie said standing up on the table.
"G-get down-n R-Richie." Bill said trying not to laugh because he knew his parents would be mad at this.
"Pip pip cheerio!" Richie jumped of the table and ran up the stairs obviously going off to get changed, and the rest of us did the same.