All of us

Chapter 3

Richie smirked at Bill before walking back up the stairs. He knew Bill would follow because he didn't have a choice. If Beverly came back out and saw Bill just standing there and not with Richie she'd be angry. Of course not at Richie but at him. No one ever seemed to be angry at Richie. It was the reverse of when they were kids.

Bill stomped his way up the stairs, pissed at everyone. He walked into Richie's room. Richie sat at the window smoking a cigarette. Bill rolled his eyes before walking over and pinching the top between his fingers. Richie gasped as Bill took it out of his hand and chucked it out the window.

"I thought yuh-you stopped."

"I still do on occasion."

"I duh-don't enjoy the smell of smoke." Richie rolled his eyes. "Give me the pack."

"No!" Richie yelled. He pulled his jacket pockets closer to his chest. Bill narrowed his eyes. He stepped closer to Richie who leaned away from his boyfriend. Bill suddenly reached out and snatched the cigarettes out of his pocket. He chucked them out the window and watched as they fell into a puddle of water. He smiled in victory. "What the fuck, Bill?!"

Bill felt himself shoved backwards and the smile from his face fell. He stared at Richie who looked very pissed off. Richie slammed the window shut, blocking out the sun in his eyes. Bill jumped backwards, not understanding why he was angry. It was just cancer sticks to him.

"Y-you're gonna kill yourself if yuh-you keep up with that." He stuttered out, trying to keep his cool. He was stronger than Richie so he had so reason to be afraid. At the same time he was worried that his natural instinct to give in would win. Sometimes he wished he didn't have that instinct. He didn't when they were younger but somehow Richie had managed to worm his way into Bill's mind.

Richie stepped closer to Bill. "I don't care.  What I choose to do doesn't affect you."

"Yeah, actually, it duh-does!" Bill shot back. "I'm the one who has to be around you twenty-fuh-four-seven.  I don't enjoy smelling smoke, or the-the pissy attitude you get.  You're killing yourself, and what huh-happens when you get cancer?  What happens when you duh-die?"

"You've have no idea what you're saying Bill so just shut up." Richie fumed.  He shoved Bill backwards until he was sitting on the bed.  Bill gripped the sheets and leaned forward, trying to make himself closer to the other.  He ignored the pain on his ass. He narrowed his eyes harshly.

"I don't?  Go fuh-fuck yourself, Richard." Bill got up and walked out of the room.  He pounded down the steps, intending to go to Beverly's room but she was already gone.  He sighed before going back up to his room.  Bill decided to sleep the day away.

He didn't want anything to do with today.

Bill woke hours later to a certain curly haired boy sitting in his room. His dark eyes pierced holes in the other boys skin. Bill shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He didn't want Richie in there but he was half awake and too sleepy to tell him to leave. He stared with confusion.

"I called into work, decided to stay here with you." Richie smirked and gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in. Bill practically growled at the thought of having to spend the entire day with him. Normally, he would be ecstatic.

A whole day with Richie? The boy who would fuck him senseless without stopping just like he wanted? The one who cuddled him to death afterwards and whispered praises and never shut up? Richie, the boy who would let him take the reigns sometimes? Bill would love it. It was always a great day with his boyfriend.

But today, Bill knew they wouldn't be doing any of that. It seemed Richie didn't have the best intentions. That, and Bill was already pissed at him for earlier that day.