hey heyy. lol it's currently 3am & i can't sleep so i figured why not write some bichie? this imagine is inspired by the kissing scene in the spectacular now. if you haven't seen it i left a link to the video above & you can't watch it. it's pretty cute. anyway i'll stop rambling now. enjoy ❤️
*modern day AU, aged up to 16*
Bill holds onto his backpack straps and kicks the dirt as he walks the familiar trail home.
"Hey, Bill!" a well known voice yells from behind. Bill turns around to see the one and only Richie Tozier running after him.
"H-hey, Richie." Bill says once the boy is caught up to him. "Do you w-walk this way home?"
"Uh, no. I usually take the dumbass bus home, but I thought I'd just walk with you today."
"Okay," Bill smiles.
"So, how was your day, Billy?"
"Y-you were there for m-m-most of it," Bill slightly laughs.
"I know," Richie laughs along. "But I still want to know how your day was."
"I-it was, you know, what-whatever. Just your average d-day, I guess." he shrugs his shoulders. "You?"
"Pretty much the same," he sighs. "Hows life at home? You know since," Richie trails off.
"It's," Bill pauses. "I-I feel invisible. It f-feels like I died rather than G-G-Georgie. My parents don't really pay attention to me a-anymore."
"You can say that again,"
"Hmm?"
"I'm in the same boat," Richie looks at Bill then at the trees ahead. "My parents don't notice whether I'm home or not. I don't think they really give a fuck either." Bill opens his mouth to say something but he just sighs instead. "It's pretty shitty," Richie says and pulls out a joint from thin air, putting it in his mouth and lighting it.
"Is that w-weed?" Bill asks as he furrows his brows. Richie puffs out smoke and nods his head.
"When your life is shit when you're sober, why not make it more fun by being fucked up?" he smirks at the other. "Wanna try?" he holds the joint out and Bill takes it without hesitation.
"I-I don't know how-"
"Just put it in your mouth," Richie cuts him off. "Take a hit, and breathe in as much smoke as you can." Bill does as Richie directs and immediately starts coughing uncontrollably. Richie breaks into laughter and takes the joint back.
"O-oh my god," Bill says through coughs. "Woah." Richie just continues to laugh.
"Don't worry, I was the same way when I first started smoking."
"C-can I try ag-again?"
"Knock yourself out, Denbrough." Richie says and hands the joint back to Bill. Bill takes another hit, inhaling the smoke better this time.
"Wow," he says as he exhales. Richie looks up at the boy and smiles a heartwarming smile.
"W-what?" Bill asks nervously.
"You're beautiful, Bill." Bill's eyes go wide.
"A-are you high?"
"Not yet," Richie smiles wider. "Why?"
"Then you m-must be insane, R-R-Richie." Bill looks away and runs his hand through his hair. "I-I'm not beautiful. I d-don't understand how-" Bill's interrupted by Richie's lips on his own. Without realizing it, Bill kisses Richie back. Richie pulls away and Bill stares at him with his mouth agape.
"I hope you know that I'm in love with you," Richie says and begins walking again.
"You a-are?"
"Yeah, I have been since as long as I can remember."
"Th-that's crazy because," Bill takes a deep breath before continuing his sentence. "I'm in l-l-love with you too." Richie stops dead in his tracks and raises his eyebrows at the blue-eyed, taller boy.
"You are in love with me?" Richie laughs hysterically like it's the best joke he's heard of all time.
"Yes," Bill says in a high tone of voice.
"Are you high?" Richie mocks Bill's question from earlier.
"I th-think? But that doesn't affect what I said, how I feel."
"You, Bill Denbrough, are in love with me? Richie Tozier," Richie takes another hit. "You're the one that's insane." Richie shakes his head, almost shaming Bill. "What is it that makes you in love with me?"
"I-I think you're lovely. You're f-f-funny and you don't care what other p-people think of you, you're not afraid to b-be yourself. That's a thing a lot of people a-a-are scared to do." Bill explains to the boy. Richie stays silent for a moment, processing everything that Bill just said.
"You're quite lovely yourself, Denbrough. The loveliest person I've ever met, in fact. If it wasn't for you, we'd all be fucked right now. You keep us all together, you know? And you understand me, the other losers don't. Who knew two people could bond so well over shitty parents?" Bill smiles at the ground. "We're so opposite, Bill. How can someone like you ever fall for someone like me?"
"Y-you're what I want t-to be,"
"You're ridiculous,"
"N-no, seriously. I want to b-b-be like you." Bill grabs the joint from Richie and takes multiple hits. Richie just stares at the other in awe. "Y-you're a good person, Rich."
"Whatever you say," Richie rolls his eyes playfully.
"I m-mean it," he nudges Richie gently in the side. The two continue to smoke until they're completely high, Richie throwing the joint way into the woods, causing Bill to laugh. Richie laces his fingers in between Bill's as they walk down by the quarry instead of going to Bill's house. They talk about random things and eventually find a place to sit. Richie sits on the ground making Bill sit on his lap, facing him. Richie doesn't hesitate and kisses Bill again, sliding his tongue across Bill's lower lip, begging to let him in. Bill obliges and their lips move in sync. Many, many moments pass before Bill pulls away, gasping for air. Richie looks at him, eyes full of infatuation.
"I-I want to do this more often, get h-h-high and make out."
"Yeah? Me too," Richie smiles warmly. Bill rests his head on Richie's shoulder.
"I-I love this," Richie begins to rub Bill's back softly. "I love y-y-you."
"I love you too, my lovely."
