love ; bill denbrough

8

Cass

"I can't believe you guys are actually fucking serious." Bill gestured between Richie and I.

"He deserves it Bill!" I defened. "You heard what he said about me!"

"What's having an impromptu boxing match in my front yard going to do about it?" 

Richie and I circled each other menacingly, his halved eyes looking regular for once in his glasses. "You're gonna get whipped, kiddo." I teased. We hadn't know each other for long, but I could already tell Richie was going to be like a brother to me.

"Oh, so that's what you're into?" He laughed.

"Remember, no hits to the face, it's just a bit of fun. Go!" Stan shouted, finally signalling that it was okay to beat the shit out of Trashmouth Tozier.

He laid the first punch into my gut, making me laugh. It was only playful, none of us had intentions of actually hurting each other, so I gave him a swift punch back. We carried on going through the motions, back and forth, back and forth, the guys laughing at every hit we got in on each other. 

Richie somehow managed to fall backwards over his own foot, and I pounced on top of him, tickling him. I dug my hands into his sides and he writhed around, begging me to stop and thrashing violently.

"Apologize, Tozier!" I laughed.

He tried to talk, but every word just came out in a breathy laugh. He thrashed once more, accidentally swinging his arm up, his clenched fist connected with my face, and hard too.

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"I can't believe you, you fucking imbecile." I opened my eyes, to see Bill, holding an ice pack to my face, even though there was only mild pain.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up, Bill putting his hand on my back. I didn't need the support, but I wasn't gonna turn down the chance to be this close to Bill.

"Dumbass, over there knocked you out cold." Mike gestured to Richie, who looked upset in the corner of the room.

I laughed, putting my hand over Bill's and taking it away the ice pack from my face. "I'm gonna get you back for that one, Tozier." I saw the dry blood that had congealed onto the ice pack. "You really got me good, huh." I laughed, showing him it was okay to do the same.

"I guess." He looked ashamed.

"Hey, trashmouth." He looked up at me. "It's fine, honestly. But I need to get you back."

"How?" He asked. "I punched you in the face, Cass."

"Well," I started with a small smirk. "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it. I'm thinking, public embarrassment?" 

"Woah, I embarrass myself twice a day at least, you make this too easy." He smiled walking over to me, opening his arms for a hug, which I gladly took.

"Woah, woah, woah. Watch the hands." A/N: Stydia Bill grabbed Richie's hand and pulled it away from my lower back, putting it on my shoulder instead. "Okay, that's long enough. Buddy, buddy, yay. Forgiven." He pulled us away from eachother, pushing us to opposite sides of the room.

Richie put his hand over his face, as if blocking out bright winter sun. He started looking around the room, squinting hard, and I could already sense a joke on it's way.

"What are you looking for, Tozier?" Eddie asked.

"Bill's chill, because right now, he has none. One day and you're already in love with her." Richie smirked, gesturing to me.