S-Stutter (Billverly/BillXBeverly)

The clown

Stan wiped his eyes and opened the door to his house. His mum was sitting in the armchair in the living by herself. She looked lonely.

She had nearly finished the scarf she was knitting for her Niece, she loved the stuff she made for her. As the door clicked shut, Stan's mother turned and looked his way. Her mother senses kicked in. She could tell something was up.
"Hello darling, you look sad what's happened?" She gestured for him to come over to her. She held out her arms ready to cradle him like a baby once again.

Stan decided, enough was enough. He had to tell her. He held his head up high, yet he couldn't find the words. His mother was patient and gave him an inviting smile. He had to.
"I'm gay, mum." That was it he ripped off the plaster. She paused, surprised. Stan began to worry. But then, her expression changed to more of a joyful one.
"That's okay darling, I love you." He was overwhelmed. To hear this from his mother brought him to tears once again. He couldn't help it. The pain it had brought him these last few months were killing him, he felt so happy.
"Please don't tell dad yet."  Stan said with a worried look on his face, almost giving his mum puppy eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it." She smiled and scruffed up his hair. A massive weight was lifted off his shoulders and he felt like he was finally free. He jumped off her lap and went upstairs. Just as he was halfway up the stairs, the loud, old fashioned doorbell rang. It's loud chime echoed throughout the empty house. He quickly ran back down and looked through the peep-hole in the door. Who was it? He couldn't work out who it was. They were looking the other way, he just saw the back of their head. Reluctantly, he opened the door. Bill! A rush of happiness flowed through his body.
"You okay, Bill?" He didn't answer. They stood there for just under a minute before Bill flashed Stan a sad smile.
"I'm sorry." Before Stan could say anything, Bill had already leaned in and pecked his lips, then looking Stan in the eyes again. Stan let out a big cheesy grin, which made Bill smile.
"Hello Bill, lovely to see you again." Before Stan noticed, his mum had walked up behind him to greet Bill. They both simultaneously blushed, looking at each other.
"Did you want to come in, darling?" She said with the sweetest smile, sweet enough to make anyone instantly happy. Bill wanted too but he couldn't.
"M-my mum d-doesn't know I'm here. Sh-she doesn't want me to-to see Stan." Stan's face dropped with a flush of terror, as if he had just seen a ghost. This was it. He fucked it. Big time.
"I won't tell." Stan's mum said without hesitation.

After talking for a few hours about what had happened, Stan told Bill everything and same with Bill. Bill looked at the time. 6:53.
"S-shit!" Stan then looked at the clock on his wall and suddenly got up. Before he knew it, he heard his mum come up the stairs.
"Nearly curfew darling, cmon I'll drive you home." Bill nodded with content. How was someone so nice?

She dropped him off a few doors down and watched him walk in. She watched him pause as if he saw something. She then watched him run up his drive as quickly as he could. Knocking on the door rapidly.

He got out the car and thanked Stan's mum. He walked up the road a bit before stopping. The bush seemed to be moving and... growling? Probably a cat? He started to walk again and saw a hand pop out of the bush. A whole arm? Being held by a white glove. He looked in terror. The tiny arm almost looked familiar. A tuft of fluffy orange hair peeped just above the bush.
"Hey Billy, you can float too ya know. We all float down here." The voice sounded almost demonic. Bill ran up to his front door and knocked on it as fast as he could. His mum answered, he ignored her and ran straight in.
"Where the fuck have you been?!?!" It was now 7:08. His mum was not happy. She was fuming. He didn't say anything, he just went to go upstairs.
"Oi, fag! Where do you think you're going?" He looked at her with disappointment.
"I w-was at a f-friends."
"It better not be that Stan's house, he's a bad influence. And he's supposed to be Jewish. I heard his parents are getting a divorce. Never liked them."
"Y-you don't l-like anyone, ma-mum." She looked at him with anger and didn't say anything, she just pointed to his room. Bill stormed into his room walking past the closed door to Georgie's old room, making him want to cry even more.

After sobbing for a ridiculously long time about everything he got out of his bed and looked out the window.  He squinted to get a better look.  Yeah, that was the thing.  A clown?  He wasn't sure.  He looked round at his shadow.  Frills?  He wasn't wearing frills.  He definitely didn't have that hair either.  He quickly looked out the window.  The figure was gone.  He closed the curtains hastily and sat back on his bed.  He got up again to get a drink, he felt so dehydrated.  As he walked along the landing he noticed Georgie's door was slightly open.  Bill went to look in.  He hadn't been there in a while, he forgot what it looked like.  He saw a shadow.  The same one in his room.  Frills?  Without hesitation, he backed out of the room and went downstairs.  His mum looked at him with the devil in her eyes.  He avoided eye contact as much as he could whilst getting the water and going back up to his room.  whilst sat on his bed sipping lightly on his water he contemplated.  was that Georgie? Or was it just my imagination?