love ; bill denbrough

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A/N: Bill does have a stutter i'm just too lazy to write it out in every sentence he says. :) 

EDIT- THE STUTTER IS WRITTEN OUT IN LIKE 2 CHAPTERS TIME!!

Cass

I watched all of the boys enter the house and sat back at Bill's desk pulling my kimono on, as if I didn't hear anything of their conversation. 4 pairs of footsteps stumbled upstairs at a fast pace, before the door swung open, revealing them all. I, of course, was not revealed.

"Hey." Richie leaned against the door frame, obviously trying to act natural.

"Hey, Rich." I smiled. The other hormonal teenagers flooded into the room, obviously disheartened by the lack of female skin. "Hey guys." 

Without a word, the boys sat down on Bill's carpet and I picked up a pencil with my dainty fingers, lightly sketching the primary outline of a rose. 

"How about a game?" Stan broke the silence.

"Ooh, I love games." I jumped out of my seat and placed myself cosily between Stan and Mike.

"Hide and seek, in the dark." Mike proposed, smirking. 

"I'm it. I'll get the lights, i'm not hiding in any tight spaces with you hooligans." Eddie jumped up, grabbing a sock from Bill's drawers, clicking the light off in Bill's room, and disappearing into the hallway. The house was now completely dark and I heard the faint sound of Eddie's inhaler being puffed on, a sign that he was somewhere in Bill's room.

"Get the curtains!" It was dark and I stood up at Richie's command. Little did I know, Stan did too.

"Who the hell is that?" I questioned, feeling the kimono being ripped from my shoulders.

"Richie! No touching Cass, we've discussed this!" Bill turned the light on. Stan stood next to me with my dark kimono in hand, piecing everything together.

"That's not a curtain." He turned his head to me, almost robotically. His eyes widened, so did mine. Once again, I heard the sound of Eddie's inhaler. The small boy himself pulled his sock blindfold up, his eyes wide when he did so. I looked at the guys, who now seemed to be passing the inhaler round. "That's not a curtain." I pulled it out of his hand and tied it around my body again, this time tighter than before, if that was even possible.

"What are we waiting for?" I tried changing the subject, but it was clear I was embarrassed. "Hide!" 

It was as if Bill snapped out of his trance at the sound of my voice and flicked the light off, movement could be heard all around the room.

"Not gonna lie, i'm aroused." Richie rolled the r. I heard a slap, and a string of curse words fall from Richie's lips as he was scolded by Billy.

I immediately ran over to Bill's closet on the other side of the room, climbing in and shutting the door. I stood for a minute or so, until I heard a huge crash, the hollow sound of wood being hit in multiple places outside in the hallway. It was Eddie, and my guess was that he'd fallen down the stairs.

"I'm okay." He muttered, making me and the person with me laugh. Person with me? I panicked, reaching out to grab the persons arm. 

"Richie?" I asked. 

"Billy."

"Shit, sorry." I let go of his arm and lightly pushed on the wood of the door, trying to leave.

"Shh." He grabbed me, pulling me back in. "Eddie's in the room."

The closet door swung open and I could just make out an open-mouthed Eddie, obliviously facing the ceiling. He put his hand out, putting it directly between Bill and I, forcing us both to flatten ourselves up to the closet walls. Eddie's hand glided in my direction and in one swift motion, Bill had my back tight against him, holding his hand against my mouth to keep me silent. Eddie knocked the wall in suspicion, before moving his hand again in the other direction. Our direction. I span around in Bill's arms and grabbed Bill by his hips, pulling him to the other end of the closet. My back was pushed tightly against the wall this time, Bill's larger frame pushed against my own. Once again, Eddie knocked the wall, before retreating to find someone else.

"That was close." I muttered.

"Yeah." Bill confirmed. As he was a good foot taller, his breath blew wisps of hair across my forehead. It was now I realised how close he was.

"You can let go now." 

"I'm not sure I want too." My eyes widened at his comment. I opened my mouth to talk, but he cut me off. "We've erm, we've p-p-played this t-trick on Eddie before, he k-k-k-knows our sec-crets. He'll c-c-come back. B-better to stay cl-lose." He was a stuttering mess, and I'd begun to work out a pattern in which this stutter worsens, in fear, sadness, or anxiousness. I hoped it wasn't fear, i'm not that ugly, sadness too. Bill actually likes being my friend, the only one left is anxiousness, but he had no reason to be anxious around me. Just two hormonal teenage kids of the opposite gender, cramped in a closet together in a very close proximi- nevermind. Problem solved, anxiety.

"Get a room." I heard Trashmouth speak.

"Richie? Where are y-" Bill was cut off by a slap to the forehead.

"Up here, noobs." You could practically hear Richie's smirk. My eyes were adjusted to the dark now, well, enough to make out blurred silhouettes. I looked up and saw what very little light we had glinting on Tozier's coke bottle lenses.  It was clear he'd positioned himself on the top shelf of Bill's closet, how he did so was a mystery, but he did it. He hung his head upside down, like a monkey on a vine. His hair made him look like a mushroom and his glasses slipped down onto his forehead, shrinking his eyes about 1000x, but his mischievous smirk didn't change.

"I can hear you!" Eddie pulled the closet door open again and grabbed Richie by his hair, dragging him from the shelf. Richie landed on the floor with a huge bang, making me try even harder to suppress my laughter. If that wasn't enough, "Ow! Ow! Eddie, my locks! My beautiful locks!" He pulled himself out of Eddie's grasp and stroked his hair like some sort of disney princess.

The lights turned on, courtesy of Mike, and everyone started climbing out of their hiding spaces. "Have you ever played this game, Mike? Do not turn the lights on unless everyone's been found." Bill huffed.

"Thank you, Mike." Richie exaggerated, pretending to be out of breath. "It was crazy back there, I didn't know if i'd make it out alive." He put his hand on his heart, making me laugh.

"Beep beep, Richie." Bill was clearly annoyed at Richie's constant need to make jokes.

Richie fanned his hand in front of his face, as if he was wafting away a lingering stench. "Do you guys smell that?" We all looked around in confusion. "Smells like, smells like JEALOUSY!" He pointed at Bill. "You're jealous because I made Cass laugh!" He jumped up and down.

"You all make me laugh." I tried to change the subject.

Richie leaned in close to Billy, whispering to him. "Don't worry bud, from what I saw in that closet, you're gonna get some soon, I just know it."

"Oh and how do you know this?" I knew Richie's comment was harmless, but to someone who wasn't familiar with his childish ways, they'd probably be offended.

"I know everything. I'm psychic." He fixed his imaginary collar.

"Well then you know what i'm about to do to you." I clenched my fists at the four-eyed boy.

"Does it involve baby oil and champagne?" He wiggled his eyebrows and jumped out of my reach, sprinting downstairs.

"Richie Tozier, you little bastard, get back here!"