I've been up for 37 hours straight yikes
You were sitting at the park alone, propped up against a big oak tree with your favorite book in your hands. You pulled your sweater tighter around you, the autumn breeze picking up and the chill seeping into your bones. Still, this was the perfect weather, and it had accompanied an already perfect day so far. This had been one of the most peaceful, relaxing days of your life, and it was only half over.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming toward you and you looked up, seeing none other than Bill Denbrough approaching you. Bill seemed very nice, and was always charming during the times you talked to him, which wasn't very often. You loved his stutter; for some reason you thought it was really cute. If you were being truthful to yourself, you liked Bill a lot, and wished you knew him better. You couldn't help your curiosity as to why he was walking over to you.
Unbeknownst to you, Bill had a huge crush on you. He never really talked to you, because you made him unreasonably nervous. There was something about you that made you so intriguing, and Bill was dying to get to know you better. He decided he finally had to man up and do so. So here he was, psyching himself up to talk to you as he walked over to where you were sitting.
You stood up as Bill reached you, smiling warmly at him. He returned your smile, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Hi, Bill," you greeted, the smile not falling off your face, "what's up?"
"Hey, (y-y/n)," Bill started, "Listen, I w-was w-wondering-" Bill was cut off mid-sentence when he tripped, landing right on his face. You gasped, immediately kneeling down to help him back up.
"Oh god, Bill are you okay? Your nose is bleeding," you asked, fussing over his nose to make sure it wasn't broken. Bill brought a hand up to his nose, grimacing at the blood that touched his fingers.
"Stay here, okay? I'll be right back with stuff to help clean you up," you said, and Bill nodded slightly. A couple of minutes later, you ran back over with band-aids and wipes,among various other medical supplies.
You started by wiping the blood off of Bill's face gently, before handing him another wipe in case his nose continued to bleed. Then, you cleaned off a cut he had gotten on his cheek, before covering it with a purple band-aid. Once you were sure he was all taken care of, you leaned back on your heels, looking him in the eye.
"You need to be more careful next time," you joked, though Bill could see the concern in your eyes.
"I know, I-I'm sorry," Bill said quietly, looking down. He was embarrassed about how clumsy he managed to be in front of you.
"Now, what was it you came over here for in the first place?" you asked, opting to sit down next to him rather than in front of him.
"W-well, I wanted t-to know if you," Bill started, and you urged him to keep going, "if you w-would m-maybe go on a d-d-date with me?" You gaped for a second, before a bright smile took over your face. Bill liked you? You never would have thought.
"Of course, Bill!" you responded, leaning forward to kiss his now crimson cheeks. "Pick me up tomorrow at five." With that, you got up, collected your things, and headed away from the blushing boy.
