You're Mine (Beverly Marsh x Bill Denbrough)

The Apology

Bill has never pedaled faster in his life. Rocks were flying up past his head from where Silver would hit gravel or loose concrete. The whirl of his tires spinning and the screech of every turn was music to Bill's ears. He was gripping the handle bars so hard he though the skin on his knuckles would split.
The final screech of Silver and the dead silent of the afternoon was what greeted Bill outside of his house. He saw her on the roof of his house. Smoke coming out of her mouth. She was facing the other way but her red fiery hair was confirmation enough that it was her. He opened his front door and his mom turned to him. She raised a finger and began sternly saying his name. Bill just hugged her. He broke it and looked at her, "It's okay Mom. I can fix this."
She was surprised that he knew what it was about but smiled and gestured him off. Climbing the steps slowly, his fingers glided against the wall. This is it. You can do it. You made her feel this way. Now fix it.
He reached the second floor. Peering into Beverly's room he saw her notebook out on her bed. I wonder if she wrote about me. Not my business though. He continued right into his room. The window was cracked open. He slowly lifted it, trying to be as quiet as possible. He stuck his leg out and lifted himself onto the roof. Looking out over the neighborhood, the sun was setting. It was truly beautiful. It had a red glare over everything. He thought this would be a good moment.
Bill turned to see Beverly staring right at him. All the confidence he had dropped. His stomach and chest grew empty and his eyes grew wide. "B-buh-Beverly..." She just turned away and continued to stare off into the trees. Bill breathed in slowly and exhaled, calming himself down. He climbed up and took a seat next to her.
"The play was the highlight of that year. I won't ever forget a single part of it." He smiled when he saw her fighting a grin. After just silence she turned to him. "How was the quarry?" He knew it would get to this. He shouldn't have tried to have a different topic. "Pretty boring honestly. It almost felt like someone was missing." He scooted a bit closer to her. "Well you must mean Ben. You've already found my replacement." She said this quietly and Bill felt like she stabbed his chest.
"That's not how it is. I just thought she might want some friends. Just like the rest of us." His hands were beginning to sweat as things were getting worse. "Or maybe you were showing her how to be something more." She was now making direct eye contact.
"It hurt more then anything Bill. To see you this past week caring about Emily more then me. I had thought we had something. Even your mom did. I'm not saying we have to have something, but you can't just kiss me whenever you want and not have any feelings for me." Beverly put her head in her hands. Bill felt like he was dying. He had hurt her so badly.
"I will be completely honest with you Beverly." Was she ready for this? "Emily d-does not mean anything to me compared to you. I did t-talk to her, more then I should have. But when n-no one talks to you unless to m-make fun of y-y-you, it's nice to see a new person. But no amount of nice people will replace you. I've been waiting to be with you since that play." She smiled at him. Slightly forgiving him more and more. "Name one line." Bill was confused by what she said. "One line?" What is she talking about? "Name one line from the play. You said you won't forget a single part of it." Bill began laughing with her. He missed this. Emily would never get anywhere near this feeling.
Bill's hand lightly brushed against Beverly's as they sat comfortably in silence. She looked down to seem him moving closer and closer. She just grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. Looking up at her, their eyes locked. They were moving closer to the point where the were under an inch away from kissing. Beverly moved in but Bill turned his head. "I'm sure I said, 'Hi' or something. Somewhere in that play."
Bill couldn't contain his smile at the joke he played. Beverly slapped his arm and he pretended to be injured. She was staring back at the sunset. Those blue eyes. He wanted them to be the last thing he saw. Like staring into a ocean. But this was Beverly's ocean. Her hair was her fire.
She was perfect. The way her freckles were on her face, how her hair was stick out messily just made her more gorgeous. The perfect curves of her body. He leaned forward and pecked her cheek. She turned back to him, her cheeks burning a rosy red. Getting pulled into a hug, Bill wrapped his arms around her. He breathed in her scent. She smelled like him from the shampoo she used when she ran out.
Bill pulled back and captured her lips. She was entranced by his taste for a second but began pushing back against him. Soon enough their tongues were back together and dancing with each other.
Bill began to trail off. Kiss down her jaw line and moving to her neck. He was making new marks as the last ones disappeared. "Bill... we really should get... inside. Your mom... she's probably wondering where... we are." Bill took his mouth off her neck, "Having trouble talking Bev?"
"Well when you do that, yes! It is hard to talk." He smirked at her and grabbed her hand. They began going inside.
         As they climbed through the window, Bill held her hand to help her in. She stood in front of him and they shared a short but passionate kiss before heading downstairs. And Bill's mom had seen that last part.
         During dinner, Bill's mom kept looking between the two who would occasionally steal glances at each other and smile. Eventually, Bill set his fork down and spoke up. "Mom, tomorrow we all wanted to go to the movies. The usual group." He was hoping she wouldn't read into it being just Bill and Beverly. "That sounds alright, what are you seeing?" He was about to answer but realized he had no idea. "Batman, most likely. That's what we all voted on." Bill turned to see Beverly had been the one to answer. He hadn't even told her about the plans yet and she just played along. Smiling, he nodded towards his mother who began cleaning up dinner. As she walked out of the room she spotted something under the table, they were holding hands and finishing their food.