Little White Lies (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Bowling

One thing was certain: Monty and Bill definitely did not like each other. It seemed like Monty hated Bill just as much as you did, if not more. And Bill just couldn't stand to be in the same room as Monty.

But the amusing thing was, though, they hated each other quietly. The way girls hated each other.

Monty always seemed to make an effort, but you could tell he really wasn't trying that hard. Bill always said things to Monty in a condescending tone. He always acted like he knew more than him, which you supposed he did, but when it came to common sense, Monty definitely had the upper hand.

Especially since he knew how to turn on a shower.

Bill would purposely use Monty's shirt that he was borrowing as a napkin for pizza sauce. He made multiple efforts to key his car, but you never told him where the keys were and when he got out the knives, you stopped him before he got out the door. One night Bill snuck into Monty's room, took his phone while he was sleeping, and then threw it off the porch, all the way down to the ground below.

It took two days to find it, and when Monty did, he was not happy. It wasn't just because it was cracked, but also because it rained the day before he actually found it.

It was then when Monty really started taking action.

Whenever Bill complained about being hungry, Monty would make sure, no matter what it was, that it was in the shape of a circle. Bill seemed to find comfort in cereal, so Monty went out and bought a massive box of Cheerios and Apple Jacks. Monty also found uncrustables, the round peanut butter and jelly sandwiches he enjoyed giving to Bill.

Bill was never amused.

Monty altered the water heater multiple times to make sure the water was scalding hot every time Bill got in the shower. One day he drove Bill to the 'grocery store' then came back nearly an hour later without him.

He'd left him alone about thirty minutes away in the middle of no where.

For a while, you didn't really try to interfere. You weren't being bothered, though the two of them always seemed to come to you to complain about the other.

You did end up yelling at Bill a lot, and you even got mad at Monty after he dropped Bill off so far away. But that was mainly just because you had to pause your episode of The Walking Dead to go back and get him.

It was funny, you supposed, but after a while, highly annoying. You didn't even know where the hatred stemmed from.

You needed them both to calm down.

Originally it was Monty's brilliant idea for the two of you to get out of the house and do something. He suggested bowling, and you, eager for an attempt to at least try and beat him, accepted.

Bowling was to Monty as laser tag was to you.

When Bill saw you putting on your shoes, he curiously asked where you were going. You told him, and then he insisted upon coming along.

Monty wasn't really looking forward to it.

But, lucky for Bill, you weren't ever completely sold on leaving him behind at your house all alone.

At the bowling alley, after you got your lane and your shoes (you ended up having to get Bill's for him because he said his favorite number instead of his shoe size and really didn't understand why they didn't fit), you put your names into the computer and began trying to explain the concept to Bill.

"Okay, well, you hold the ball like this." You said demonstrating the proper way with your (f/c) ball. "And then swing your arm like this. You let go when it's about here. Your goal is to knock down all those pins down there in one or two tries. Don't throw the ball."

"But—"

"Bill. Don't throw the ball. You just kinda — well it's more like a very, very small toss. It rolls the rest of the way down and it'll knock over the pins."

"So, I don't throw it? I do a very, very small toss?"

"Yes. If you throw it, knowing you, you'll end up hurting yourself, someone else, or breaking something." You listed off. "I really don't want to pay for anything, so please, be careful."

"Yeesh, Princess, calm down. You can trust me." He smiled. "It sounds easy."

"It's not." Said Monty, picking up his navy ball off the rack. "You gotta hit the pins perfectly so they all fall down. If you don't, you've got one last chance to redeem yourself. You do it just a little off, it goes right in the gutter and you hit nothing."

Bill glanced at you as Monty stepped up to the line.

"He takes this seriously." You explained.

You noticed a mischievous glint in Bill's eye. Your brows furrowed.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it, Princess." He smiled.

You watched Monty get a strike and turn around to look at Bill. "I don't expect you to do it like me, but that's how it's supposed to go." He passed by and sat across from you, looking up at the board to see his X appear in the box. "Looks like you're up." He looked at Bill.

Bill smirked and grabbed a black ball. He went to the black line and held the ball just as you showed him, swung his arm just as you showed him...

You but your head in your hands, expecting the absolute worst. A few moments later, Monty mumbled, "What the..."

You looked up to see a satisfied Bill walking back to the table. On the screen next to his name, there was a big X.

He got a strike.

Bill slid into his seat. "It's supposed to go like that, right, Kid?" He laughed, looking all too pleased with himself.

"Beginner's luck." Monty narrowed his eyes.

Bill smirked. "We'll see about that."

You, however, couldn't even try to keep up with the competition. You weren't at all good a bowling, and on a scoreboard filled with dashes and x's, your 7s and 6s looked abysmal.

Halfway through the game, you stopped caring and got some candy for you to eat. And after you forfeited, things went a lot faster.

In the end, Bill won by 56 points, and Monty was angry and confused.

"How do you even know how to play?" He demanded, returning she shoes to the counter.

Bill set his shoes next to yours with a grin. "It isn't the first time I've played this, Kid. Believe it or not, we've got something similar to this in the nightmare realm. Except we don't use pins and balls..."

"How often do you play?" Asked Monty.

"I've played once or twice." He said coolly. "I never really liked it, though."

"But, I—" Monty stopped and sighed. "Fine. Just because you beat me, though, doesn't mean you're better than me."

"Yes, it does." Bill looked at Monty from the corner of his eye.

Monty sighed, but didn't say anything. You could tell he was mentally defending himself.

When he pulled into the driveway, Monty went inside without a word. Bill chuckled to himself before he started inside.

"Um, hey, Bill?" You questioned.

He turned, his blue eyes meeting yours. "What d'ya need, Princess?"

It was something that was bothering you for a while.

"I was wondering," You tucked your hair behind your ear. "How is it you're an expert at bowling, but you can't even turn on a shower?"

Bill frowned, and you noticed his cheeks turn the slightest bit red.

You grinned. Was he embarrassed?

"I don't wanna talk about it." He mumbled, walking Into the house without another word.