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the sun peeking through the blinds and shining into my face woke me up. i let out a groan and sit up, looking at my phone for the time. it was 1 pm, just enough time for me to get ready and head to the quarry to see bill. my morning routine isn't somewhat special - i brush my teeth, throw on some shorts and a tank top, run my hands through my hair - ever since i cut it, i found actually brushing it makes it even more fluffy, which i am not a fan of - and put on the slightest hint of mascara. by the time im done, it's only 1:12, which annoys me. i never really got how girls took atleast an hour to get ready, meanwhile it only takes me a few minutes. looking at myself in the mirror, i realize the reason why is probably that i don't even look like a girl now.
to pass the time, i just pace around my room and occasionally head to the fridge, not to eat anything, i'm not hungry, but just to see what we have. which isn't a lot, most of the fridge is filled with cans of beer, some of them expired. i write down a shopping list in hopes my dad will get most of it, even though i know he won't. he never does. as it finally turns 1:40, i sigh in relief, put my shoes on and head out our apartment. my bike is waiting for me in the grass under the stairs, where i always leave it.
suprisingly, i get to the quarry first. it's 2:02, which means i would be late, and bill would be jokingly scolding me right now. but he's not here. i sit on a rock, lighting a cigarette and closing my eyes. the smoke fills my throat snd travels down to my lungs. i sigh. to be honest, i really hate smoking. i don't like the taste, or the feeling. but i found it's the only way for me to cope, to just forget about everything for a while. maybe, in a way, i am running away.
a few minutes pass and bill finally gets here, jumping off Silver to hug me and whisper apologies about how he slept in, and how he hates to make me wait for him, even though this is the first time he's late to our hangout. i shrug it off, tipping the cigarette out against the rock sending him a reassuring smile. he returns it, it's a small smile, an apologetic one, but it's still his smile. the smile i love seeing. ever since georgie passed, bill hardly smiles, except for when we're together, and the way he talks to me is much different from how he talks to richie, or stan, or any of the other losers. he speaks to me in a soft, gentle tone and it's as if to him, i'm the only girl he sees, we're the only couple on the planet and no one else matters, no one else exists. or maybe that's my imagination. i don't think bill could like me like that. he probably shouldn't.
hours pass of us jumping into the cold water, splashing water on each other, playing pretend mermaids, smoking and shivering our asses off once we exit the water, since neither of us brought a towel. "i thought you'd bring a towel," bill scoffs, glaring at me jokingly. i roll my eyes, giving him the finger to which he responds with a shaky scoff. i scooch closer to him, our arms touching, and soon, our bodies pressed together in a tight hug to keep each other warm. which works for bill, his body is soon warm enough to make him stop shivering. i can't say the same about myself, as my thighs remain to tremble and the cold air making my lips turn blue. "shit bev, you're freezing," he whispers in a worried tone and quickly puts his shirt over me, pulling me into another hug giving me a worried look. i send him a smile that quickly fades from the intense cold. "hey.. let's go home. i.. can you ride your bike?" he asks, such a stupid question, i'm freezing to death and you think im strong enough to ride a bike? but i don't say thay out loud. i shake my head no, hiding my face in the warmth of his neck to try to warm up. "then i'll ride. we'll use Silver and get your bike tomorrow." he mutters reassuringly.
i nod, kissing his cheek with all my left over strength to thank him.
