"Bill, wake the fuck up!" Richie says smacking Bill with a pillow. Bill groans and rolls over.
"F-five more mi-minutes,"
"No, now!" Richie yells and grabs Bill's arm, attempting to pull him out of bed. "C'mon Bill, get up. Get your ass up!" the smaller yells and pulls Bill out of his bed, him hitting the floor with a thud.
"I-I'm up, now w-wha-what do you want?" Bill asks, his eyes shooting daggers into Richie's dark brown ones.
"Do you know what day it is?" Richie asks, a huge smile spreading across his face.
"I don't kn-know? Wednesday?"
"It's your birthday, you stupid idiot." Richie slaps Bill's arm. The thing is, Bill never really cared much for his birthday, he always treated it as any other day. But on the other hand, Richie always gets excited for Bill's birthday. He always goes all out and makes the day as special as he can. "Wait, how old are you turning again?" Richie winces at his own question.
"S-sixteen," Bill rolls his eyes.
"Right, I knew that." Richie laughs. "Okay, now get your ass up and dress like you give two shits." and with that, Richie walks out of Bill's room to god knows where.
"W-what if I on-only give one shit?!" Bill calls out after Richie.
"Two shits, Bill! Two shits!" Richie yells back. Bill shakes his head and raids his closet for something to wear, but failing. Bill throws on whatever he sees first and calls it good. He walks out into the living room and finds Richie holding sixteen balloons.
"Happy birthday, B-B-B-Bill!" Richie mocks the boy playfully.
"I s-swear to god, R-R-Richie, I hate y-you." Bill rubs his temples in frustration.
"Oh c'mon, Bill. It's your birthday, you should be excited. I even got you a cake! Cake for breakfast." Richie smiles and jumps up and down.
"I h-hate cake, you know th-that." Bill says, getting more frustrated by the second.
"I know, but I was thinking that you could blow out the candles and I'll just eat it." Bill laughs at Richie's ridiculous suggestion.
"Knock y-yourself out, tr-trashmouth."
"Fuck yeah!" Richie shouts and lights the candles on the cake. Bill blows them out and Richie eats nearly half of the cake before they head off to school. They walk through the door and Bill is immediately attacked in hugs and birthday wishes from the rest of the losers.
"Y-you told them, d-didn't you?" Richie nods his head frantically and wraps his arms around Bill's neck, pulling him into a hug. Bill gently pushes the boy away and heads to his locker.
"Why are you so grumpy?" Richie asks, following closely behind Bill.
"'B-because you kn-kn-kno-know I hate my birthday," Bill's stutter worsens.
"But I love your birthday," Richie frowns.
"Th-then you can have it,"
"You can't just give away your birthday, dumbass."
"I know, R-Richie."
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!" Richie shouts causing people to stare at the two. "I'm sick and tired of you acting like a goddamn grumpy old man on your birthday. It's your birthday, bitch and we're celebrating whether you like it or not." Bill sighs and looks at the other, love filling his eyes. "Now let's skip,"
"W-what?"
"We're skipping. C'mon, let's go." Richie says grabbing Bill's hand and leads him out of the school.
"Where are we g-going?"
"Just shut up and follow me," Richie leads Bill somewhere into the back parts of Derry, a place Bill didn't even know existed. He leads the boy deep into the woods until they came upon an old, broken treehouse.
"Climb," Richie demands.
"I-is this ev-even safe?" Bill asks as his heart picks up pace.
"Yes, it's fine, now just fucking climb." Bill climbs to the top of the treehouse, hesitant every step he takes. Richie follows closely behind him and they both sit down.
"H-how do you even know ab-about this place?" Bill asks turning his body so that he's facing Richie.
"I do a lot of exploring," Richie says blankly. "So, Billy, what's your biggest birthday wish?"
"I-I don't know.I don't ha-have one." Bill shrugs.
"You're sixteen,"
"Yeah,"
"And you haven't kissed anyone yet, right?" Richie asks now facing Bill.
"W-well, no I h-haven't, but what d-does this have to do wi-with anything?" Bill asks genuinely confused. Richie stares at Bill for a second before cupping his face and gently planting his lips on the other's. Bill pulls away in shock, not knowing exactly what just happened. Richie opens his eyes, looks at Bill then looks away.
"I'm sorry," Richie whispers.
"No," Bill says lifting Richie's chin and returns the kiss. Richie wraps his arms around Bill's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss lasted a few seconds until they both pulled away. "It's okay," Bill says finishing his sentence. "I-I'm glad you d-d-did that,"
"Why?"
"B-because I've wanted to do that for s-s-so long," Bill blushes.
"Yeah, me too." Richie says and pulls Bill in for another kiss.
a/n:
i'm sorry this one is really short lmao. i promise there will be longer ones
