𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 || bill denbrough

5

after fixing bens "wounds" up the losers all decided to head home. we all said our goodbyes and bill dropped me off at my house which i hadn't been at for a good 24 hours. "i'll see you later billy!" i smiled at him tiredly.
"y-yeah by steven," he said riding away from my house. i knocked on my door, not 100% sure anyone would answer but soon enough i was met by my mother's warm embrace.

"hey baby!" my mom spoke delightfully seemingly because she hadn't seen me in 72 hrs.
"how was your shift at the hospital?" i asked as she let me in through our vibrant red door.
"it was long as per usual. what have you been up to?" my mom not being able to see me in 2 days was obviously intrigued on what i have been up to lately. "oh you know i was out with eddie, richie and stan. just the usual..." i said blushing sorta as i sat down on our living room velvet brown couch. "what about bill..." my mom hinted at as she sat down on our big armchair that used to be my dads.
"ahh!" i screamed into my hands. my mother obviously knew about well... my bill so she always wanted to know about it. "he's just so-"
"i get it, sweetie," my mum interrupted. "that's how i felt about your father when i first met him." i looked up slightly sorta confused about why mom was mentioning him. "bill's different. bill's kind." i snapped back now standing up from the couch pushing all my weight into our golden, wooden floors. "y-yeah, not like that." my mom said now realising her mistake on bring my father up.
"i'll see you later mom." i sorta smiled, feeling half bad for her and half angry at her choice of word. i rushed upstairs and locked the door.

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"hey." i heard stanley's voice from my vanity. i put my seventeen magazines down on my bed and walked over to my walkie-talkie to respond to stan. "hey." i replied quickly in a monotoned manner.
"what ya up to?" stan questioned obviously bored.
"i am reading seventeen magazines. omg, there is the article about molly ringwald. it's so good!" i replied.
"ooo, what's she talking about?" he asked eagerly.
"ok so she's on about her six makeup no, no's that she wants you to avoid, she's really going into detail, like don't use too much of a dark-" i was unsurprisingly cut off by richie who obviously didn't seem to care for stan's need to hear about molly ringwald's six makeup no, no's. "can you guys shut the fuck up no one cares about molly ranga." he spat threw the walkie-talkie.
"tut-tut richie you are so uncultured." stan spat right back.
"talk on your own god damn channel if you must, or just wait till tomorrow to talk about this, god just shut up." richie wined.
"someone's unhappy. what's wrong rich?" i asked sorta concerned.
"spencer i need you to help cook the dinner!" my mom called from downstairs, so before richie could answer i said my goodbyes and rushed downstairs to help my mother, excited to speak to stan about the magazine tomorrow.

A/N: ok sorry this is short but i just needed a fill-in chapter <3
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