When Writers Bleed On Paper

I Can Admit, I Am Not Fireproof (Part 2)

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Characters: Bill Denbrough x Stanley Uris

Setting: AU-No Pennywise/ Adult AU

Romantic: No

Story Type: Drama

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The loud ringing of the doorbell rung through the whole apartment. Bill quickly got up from the sofa and ran towards the door. It felt like a relief to see all the faces of his friends. They all smiled at him, some more confident others a little worried, like he would break down any minute now.

He had spent that last few hours trying to block out all his thoughts. They were horribly loud, loud enough that he had to take something for his headache. Since Stan was gone, it was always quiet in the apartment. There was no way for him to escape the real world other than when he was asleep, but sleeping was a rare thing for him, exactly because of his loud thoughts. It was an endless cycle. His friends were his last hope to clear his mind. Atleast for a bit.

"Man, you look like shit. When was the last time you showered?" Richie laughed as he pulled him into a hug.

"You don't want to know, Rich. Trust me." He saw how Eddie pulled a disgusted face from the corner of his eyes. Next he was hugged by Bev and Ben at the same time, both grinning at him, but it was quite clear that both were worried about him. Mike still stood in the door, eyeing the apartment with a concerned expression.

It looked abandoned. Old pizza cartons and other trash was pilled onto the coffee table and there was so much dust that you could see it flying around the room without sunlight hitting it. Bill could feel the others gazes on him, worried but not judging.

"How about you go take a shower and get dressed real quick, and we wait here," Bev suggested. He looked in all of their faces. Ben and Richie both looked like they weren't too comfortable with the idea of leaving him alone, but they didn't say anything.

"Yeah, I'll do that. You Guys know where everything..." And with that he turned around and made his way towards his bedroom. As soon as Bill was out of earshot, she turned towards the others. All of them had the same kind of desperation in their eyes. A desperation to fix this mess, and it seemed like there was only one way to do that.

"I'm ready, guys- Guys?" The others immediately turned towards Bill, who was completely dressed, and watched them curiously. "Great," Richie exclaimed and clapped into his hands. The other followed him out of the apartment with Bill at the end of the caravan.

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The six of them walked in their own little groups. Richie and Eddie at the very front, arguing because Richie had left his keys at home. Bev and Ben were walking on either side of Bill trying to engage him in some conversation and Mike was walking at the very and quietly talking on his phone.

The big, bright neon sign of the club came into view, covering them in bright pink light. Quickly they walked up the few steps, showing their ID's to the bouncer who just nodded his head before he let them in. The change from the cool night air was instantly noticeable. Inside, the club was packed with people. The air was warm and smelled of sweat and alcohol. Bright laser beams danced over the crowd and the music was so loud, Bill thought he might become deaf. This was exactly what he needed to distract himself.

He lost sight of his friends the second they had walked into the building, but Bill didn't mind this at all. Actually, he was quite relieved. Now he could meet some new people and forget about Stan without the concerned eyes of his friends on him.

With loud music blasting through his ears, Bill made his way towards the bar. The bar tender was rushing left and right as it was a busy night and when he saw Bill he rushed over quickly, apologizing if he had to wait. Bill waved him off and simply ordering a beer as to safe the poor man some stress. With a tall glass of beer in hand, Bill leaned against the bar and watched his friends on the dance floor.

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They had been at the club for two hours, Bill's legs started to grown tired from standing around the whole time. He hadn't felt like dancing, and the few people he had talked to had turned out to be incredibly dull after a few minutes. Mike had kept him company for a while until Bev had pulled him onto the dance floor too.

After his fourth beer, Bill felt slightly dizzy. Fresh air, he thought and stumbled his way through the crowd. Once or twice he bumped into some people but otherwise it was surprisingly easy to navigate through the crowed place.

He was almost at the door, only a few more steps and Bill would finally feel the cool night air on his skin, but right before he could pull the door open, someone pushed it open from outside. Stumbling back a few steps, Bill took the person in front of him in. Dark blond curls and a pristine shirt. Stanley stood in the door, looking around like he was searching for someone. A hundred different possibility on why Stan was here came to Bill's mind, one crazier then the other. In the end his question was answered when Mike stepped out from behind him, a big smile on his face, but his eyes were twitching nervously.

"Stan! It's great that you could come!" And suddenly Bill knew why Mike had been whispering on the phone, he had invited Stanley to the bar. Stan didn't answer, he was simply staring at Bill, who looked incredibly white even in the dark lighting of the bar.

There was a loud sound of glass breaking, and shards of Bill's beer bottle flew everywhere as it crashed onto the floor. People started to turn around. Richie and the others quickly walked over when they realized that their plan was failing. They had hoped that if Bill had enough alcohol in his system, he would forget about his fight with Stan and the two of them could talk everything out. By the way Bill was rooted to the spot, hands clenched to fist at his sides, it was clear that he was still quite aware of their fight.Stan looked at his friends, looking angry and betrayed.

"Why did you call me if he is here?" he asked, sounding pissed off, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I could ask the same!" Bill said, also turning around to look at the others. But before anyone else could say something, Bill took a step backwards, slipped on the broke beer bottle and fell to the ground.

A horrible, stabbing pain went up Bill's calf. As he looked down, he saw how his pants got soaked with deep, red blood, turning the blue fabric a redish-purple shade.The beer on the ground, mixed with the red blood and even though Bill was in incredible pain, he felt mesmerized by it. Everyone in the club had stopped dancing like time had stopped.

The DJ had stopped the music. Stanley was the first at Bill's side, their fight forgotten for the music. He was talking. Bill knew that because he saw Stan's mouth moving, but all he could hear was a loud beeping in his ears. He looked down at his leg again. A shard of glass was sticking out of his jeans, covered in red, It wasn't a lot of blood. At least it didn't look like a lot, but still Bill felt how his head started to spin at the sight and his vision got blurry at the edges. Someone was rushing past him, screaming at another person, but he couldn't make out what anyone was saying. The last thing he noticed was how everything went black.