𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫

✩ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ~ 𝚋.𝚍. ✩

pairing: bill denbrough x (fem)(popular)(uris)reader

warnings: none

word count: 1520

song preference: nellie, dr dog

requested? [yes] [no]

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ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ like there was something you could never reach, even though it was right there? Taunting you, teasing you, even though it didn't mean it? Even though it never knew, an probably never would?

"Stan, are you gonna have people over again?" a voice called, cutting through the din of four boys chattering the unfinished basement of the Uris house. [Name], Stanley's twin sister, thumped down the first few steps before spotting the small group of boys, receiving the answer she was looking for. Bill Denbrough sent her a small wave and she returned it, looking back to her brother. "You want me to order pizza?"

"That would be nice, thanks," Stan said, not looking up from the Legos he was toying around with. That was the current project of the Losers, and all of a sudden Bill felt sweaty and awkward under [Name]'s gaze. He'd been crushing on her for a good few months now, and it was easy to see. Stolen glances, accidentally brushing up against her, going out of his way to see her in the Uris household.

"It'll be pepperoni, so don't complain," [Name] called as she turned tail and walked back up the stairs. Stan hummed and then she shut the door, leaving them alone in the basement again. It was more of a large storage bin than a basement, but it served as a temporary meeting-space for the Losers until they could find an official base. The concrete was cool and rough under their legs and there was always a moist feel to the air that most of the occupants could easily ignore.

"Christ, you okay? You're bright red and sweating like a pig," Richie snickered, adjusting his glasses on his nose. The boy in question only flushed deeper in color and Stan furrowed his brow.

"Bill, that's my sister," he deadpanned, making everyone else laugh while Bill could only fume and pout. He was embarrassed to say the least, mostly because he was a terrible liar and would never be able to protest the allegations.

"W-whatever. I-it's not like she w-would like me too," he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the cool concrete wall. No one spoke. It was true, in some ways, but it was also just Bill being Bill. [Name] was one of the most popular girls in their school, despite being twins with Stan, someone who was often picked on. She was nice, at least, although she hardly interacted with the Losers.

[Name], who was upstairs, flipped through the several channels on their TV and then sighed in boredom. She was laying on her stomach, stretched on the couch and kicking her sock-covered feet in the air. She was about to flip to a new channel when the door creaked open from the basement and drew her attention. It was only Bill, and he seemed nervous for some odd reason.

"Uh . . ." he trailed off, caught in a trance. She was just staring at him, waiting for him to say something, but he couldn't. He was stuck. "J-just using the bathroom."

"Okay," [Name] responded, flipping through the channels again and taking her eyes from the stuttering boy. "Pizza will be here in five." Bill nodded and rushed off to the bathroom, leaving her alone once more in the living room. [Name] thought about the odd interaction for only a moment more before her favorite show, Supermarket Sweep, came on. Bill could hear the announcer asking a woman what her favorite cereal was as he darted out of the restroom and into the basement.