love ; bill denbrough

15

Cass

"Stan let us out." I knocked the door, giving him puppy dog eyes through the glass pane in the door. "Stan please."

It was clear that he wasn't going to answer and he just turned away.

"They'll let-t us out s-sooner or later-r." Bill made himself comfortable on the ground, leaving space for me next to him.

"I really think they're in love with each other." Mike shared with one of the boys.

"They're in love and of course, everyone sees it but them."

"Beep beep, Richie."

"I don't hear any confessions!" Richie sulked near the door.

"What is there to confess, Tozier?" I scoffed.

"Oh don't make me, Corcoran." He teased, squinting his eyes at me in the door pane.

"You've got nothing on me, creep." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh. So you don't recall me asking if you liked Bill on the porch the other night?" He teased.

"I do actually, but I didn't say that I liked Bill."

"But you said you didn't want me to dig. Is that not enough?" My cheeks reddened. He was right.

"Richie, j-just shut up-p. We d-don't have a crush on e-achothe-er." Bill spoke quietly.

"You, Bill, don't even get me started on you." Richie shook his head, a laugh that automatically told me he had something up his sleeve. "You've explicitly told me you had a crush on Cass," He put his index finger up, counting off what he was saying. "She gave you a boner, you've slept in the same bed how many times? You drew her while she was asleep, creepy but I guess that's what you're into. What else, you risked your like with Henry Bowers for her! Need I say more?"

"You h-have no proof." Bill rolled his eyes.

"Oh but I do. Michael here, is my proof. Tell her Mikey, tell Cass that i'm telling the truth." Richie smiled triumphantly, stepping back so we could see Mike.

"He's not lying. Come on, Cass, I wouldn't lie. You know that." He smiled. Mike had never lied to me. Ever. I had no doubt that this was the truth, but maybe the truth was a little lost in translation. No way does Bill have a crush on me.

"Okay so maybe that is true. Where's the proof on my part, huh?" I changed the subject.

"Here he comes right now." Richie smirked. God, he was loving this torture.

"This is so unsanitary." I heard.

"Spaghetti!" I jumped up. "Eddie Spaghetti, unlock the door, please." I begged.

"No. No chance. No chance I am risking my life coming into this disease-ridden place just for you two to leave as just friends. Nuh-uh."

"Where's the proof then, traitor?"

"Right here." He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, one that I recognised was pulled from my own notepad with the purple lines. He pressed the paper to the grid-glass and I immediately realised what it was. Bill squinted at the paper.

"No don't read it!" I pressed both of my hands against the glass.

"W-why not?" He furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was I meant to say? Oh, it's because I told Eddie that I had a crush on you in math class?

"B-because it's embarrassing." I stuttered. I stuttered.

"I w-won't laugh." He smiled, moving hair away from my face. "Isn't ev-verything-g about this s-ituation emb-b-barrassing-g?" He joked.

"Yeah but not like that note." I sighed.

"He's gonna read it sometime, Cass." Eddie patronised from outside.

"Okay, fine. At least don't leave me in a cramped room with him whilst i'm being humiliated." I negotiated.

"Okay, deal." Eddie slid the note under the door and I heard the lock click. 

"Thanks kiddo." I grabbed the door handle but the lock clicked again. "You asshole. You asshole!" I slammed my fist against the door. Part of me knew he wouldn't keep his end of the bargain and now Bill already had the note in his hand, the boys halfway down the hall sitting on a waiting room bench.

"Fuck. Fuck! Eddie please let me out!" I banged my fists on the door. "Please!" I begged. It was clear none of the boys were coming back to unlock the door, I simply pressed my forehead against the door frame and prayed that I was dreaming.

I kept my eyes closed as I heard the shutter close beside me. "Is it t-true?"

I nodded my head, my eyes remaining closed.

"You h-have a c-crush on me?" 

I nodded again, slower this time.

"W-what would you d-do if I said I h-had a crush on y-you?" Bill asked.

"I'd say thank god this is only a dream." I sniffled. I felt a sharp pain in my arm. "Ow!" My eyes shot open and I rubbed the red mark Bill had left from pinching me. "What was that for?"

"Y-you're not d-dreaming." He smiled. 

"Your point is?" 

"I l-like you, Cass. I l-like you a l-lot."

"Bill if your trying to make me feel better it's fine, I swear it's o-" I was cut off by a pair of warm lips pressed against my own, my back pressed against the wall and large hands cupped around my face, my hands mirrored his on his own face. It was amazing, way better than i'd ever dreamt. This is gonna sound cliche but, there were definitely fireworks and Bill's lips moving against my own felt like heaven. The kiss was innocent and only lasted around 8 seconds, but still as passionate as a kiss can be.

Bill rested his forehead against my own as we both breathed heavily. "I w-want you t-to be my g-girlfriend."

"You don't even have to ask." I smiled, speechless and breathless at the same time. "But how are we gonna get out of here?"

"I g-got it." Bill smirked as he pulled the key out of his back pocket. My eyes went wide as I stared at him. "E-Eddie slid it under w-with the n-note." 

He opened the closet door and the boys sat at the end of the room, bouncing on their feet with there eyes clenched shut, as if awaiting news from a doctor.

"How'd it go?" Eddie squeaked.

"R-Richie, i'm af-fraid," The boy's faces dropped. "That t-there will be n-no more hitt-ting on Cass as of n-now."

"Fuck yeah!" Richie jumped up in the air, high-fiving Stan.

"Cilly is real." Eddie and Mike hugged each other as they pretended to cry.

"Let's g-go home, girlf-friend." Bill put his arm around my shoulder and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Fine by me, boyfriend." 

A/N: I'm very sorry that the 'big moment' is a bit shit, but I hope you like this chapter <3<3 xx