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december ❀ age  16

"tozier! tozier! tozier!" the crowd yelled as richie ran across the field, the ball in his hands, pushing past the opposite team from eastport. he sped his pace, legs going numb as he got closer to the goal, letting out a groan as he finally passed the line and made six points to his team.

the crowd howled, his team mates running to him and hugging him tightly.

"why'd he join the team so late? if I'd know he's a natural at this, i would've forced him into this team earlier" bev let out a chuckle and clapped her hands as the six of them sat on the bleachers.

it was an oddly warm december. the snow was delayed and not even steam was coming out of anyone's mouths. it was a little over 50 degrees outside. nobody was exactly cold nor hot. it was just right. not even talking about the players. they were sweating like pigs.

eddie kept looking at richie and how good he looked in his football wear. he didn't know what exactly attracted him to richie wearing football wear but man it was something what made his stomach stir.

"there you are" justin smiled and sat next to eddie, who was between mike and stan.

"oh. justin, hi" eddie smiled a little.

"scoot over?" justin asked from stan, who gave him a dirty look. nonetheless he scooted over, pushing bill to the side a bit.

"I thought you couldn't make it" eddie said as justin sat next to him.

"yeah, but changer plans. and I'm here now. isn't that what's important?" justin smiled a little, making eddie smile awkwardly back. "so who's the best player? I've heard fogarty's pretty good"

"no I actually think richie's the best" mike pointed out.

"he's in the team?" justin looked over at mike who nodded. "he's very good. just watch"

they all turned back to the game, where someone threw the ball to richie, who ran for a while with it, until tossing it to fogarty who tried to make a touch down, failing, since he got knocked over.

"i didn't know he's on the team" justin shrugged and slightly tapped his fingers against eddie's thigh, making the smaller one brush them off.

bill noticed this, squinting his eyes at the fingers which were still trying to get a hold of eddie's thigh. eddie kept pushing justin's hand away more and more, until he let out a shaky breath and scooted more towards mike who was on his other side.

bill looked at justin who had an unreadable expression on his face. he looked slightly angry, maybe more pissed, but yet, he looked perfectly calm and happy. bill felt a shudder go through his spine, sitting closer to stan.

"you okay?" stan turned to bill, who's thigh was now pressed tight against stan's.

"y-yeah, ih-i'm okay" bill assured and nodded.

"just tell me if you feel uncomfortable" stan whispered.

"wuh-why would I feel uncomfortable?" bill furrowed his brows.

"wasn't...football georgie's favorite...sport..." stan coughed. bill's face dropped. he had completely forgotten about that.