wowie, you lucky duckies. two updates in one day. enjoy ❤️
The losers all sit around the lunch table, the same lunch table that they sit at every single day. Bill looks around, noticing how everyone is laughing at some ridiculous joke Richie made, but Bill doesn't hear it. He's too deep in his own thoughts to process the world around him. Richie always has to be the center of attention in one way or another. Bill likes that. He likes how Richie is so loud and vibrant. He likes how he stands out from everyone else. Richie is completely different from anyone, there's no way you'll ever find someone that's like him. Richie is special, one of a kind. Richie is also very different from Bill. Bill is not loud, he doesn't like to be the center of attention, but he can be a leader. He doesn't think of himself as vibrant. He doesn't think he's different, not like Richie. He's just ordinary.
"I swear I will shove this carrot down your throat!" Stan yells at Richie, pulling the spaced out boy back into reality.
"I'd like to see you try," Richie winks.
"You sicken me," Stan says and throws the carrot playfully at Richie's face. The two continue to laugh and joke around with each other. Getting a little too touchy feely. Stan is the only one out of the losers who knows that Bill is hopelessly in love with Richie. But here Stan is, playing along with Richie like it's no big deal. And it isn't a big deal, but it is for Bill. He feels that sometimes Stan purposely flirts with Richie and he hates it. Friends aren't supposed to do that. They're supposed to help you out, not steal away the person that you've been pining after for years. Bill stares at the two a little longer, teeth gritting and legs bouncing lightly. He's trying his best to keep himself calm, but failing tremendously.
"Fuck you!" Bill yells and slams his hands on the table causing everyone to look at him with confused and slightly scared expressions. He's not the type to have outbursts like this, but Bill has had more than enough.
"What?" Richie laughs nervously.
"F-fuck you!" Bill yells again except this time his eyes are focused on Stan's.
"Me?" Stan asks and looks around at the rest of the losers then back at Bill. "What did I do?" Bill just gives one long glare at him before he grabs his stuff and walks out of the school doors. Richie quickly follows his actions and runs after the taller boy.
"Bill!" he calls out. Bill just keeps on walking. Man, Richie is the last person he wants to be around right now. "What the hell was that all about?" Richie asks, slightly out of breath once he's caught up to the other. Bill ignores him and just focuses ahead. "Hello? Earth to Denbrough," Richie waves his hand in front of Bill's face.
"Stop," Bill says coldly and smacks his hand away.
"Aw c'mon, I'm just messing with you." Richie laughs and swings his feet as he walks. "So what's got your titties in a twist, big Billy?" Bill almosts laughs, almost. But he holds it back.
"N-nothing," Bill says quietly.
"It's obviously not nothing if it's got you all wacked," Richie says motioning to Bill's head. Bill rolls his eyes. If only. "Where are you going anyway?"
"Home,"
"Home?" Richie's voice is filled with shock. "Aren't you worried about missing school?" Bill stops and looks over at the boy.
"Y-you're worried about missing sc-school?"
"Fuck no," Richie laughs. "But I thought you might be."
"I d-don't care about s-s-school anymore," Bill says blankly and starts walking again.
"Wow, looks like I'm rubbing off on ya." Richie smiles proudly. "Fuck school," he continues. "It's a waste of fucking time. And plus how much of what we learn are we going to end up applying to real life anyway? No a whole lot, that's for fucking sure." Richie closes his mouth and decides to stop talking. He knows that Bill's not going to crack until he's ready. Richie looks down at Bill's hand who's fairly close to his own. He shakes his head pushing a stupid thought away. "Seriously, are you okay?" Richie's voice is calm, soothing and worrisome.
