oblivious ♡ bichie

One

Bill Denbrough lived in a museum. A house of memories he wished would go away. Hot flashes of pain and grief struck root in the Denbrough home. It used to shine in the early morning with a golden glow dancing across the kitchen floor.
Now it reminded Bill of the flashlight beams of the search team.
Bill shuddered at the thought pouring himself a bowl of cereal before his stomach could quickly reject it. That had been four years ago, four years since he lost Georgie.

Bill ate spoonfuls of his cereal clearing his head of the thought. Bill's father entered the room solemnly with his newspaper tucked under his nose, analyzing it.
Bill's tongue darted out catching the milk teardrop caught on his chin before it rolled down to his collar.
"Morning, dad." He whispered softly fearing his voice would shake the deadly silent home. His father didn't look up simply strolling into his study and shutting the door securely behind him.

Bill didn't let it bother him anymore. At first it was painful, being brushed away like his presence meant nothing his parents seeming to forget that Bill was grieving too. It was such a common occurrence in the Denbrough home now Bill didn't even bat an eye. Bill sighed getting up from the creaky dining room chair carrying his bowl over to the sink.
He stared down at the reflective metallic drop, dumping the rest of his cereal in the sink.

He crossed the room grabbing his sackful of quarters he left on the table heading out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Bill stalled on the porch for a moment waiting to hear if his father would yell at him for 'slamming that damn door!' Something, anything.
Not a sound came.

Bill shoved away his anger and grabbed 'Silver' hopping onto his trusty old bike with practiced precision. He knew when he wasn't wanted and he didn't care to stick around anymore. Bill road around aimlessly most days having no real destination set in mind. He went zig-zagging his way through town cutting through roads and crosswalks alike.

Sometimes he would visit the barrens, he stopped searching for clues last summer after he got in a particularly nasty fight with his father. His parents never hit him, not before that day. Bill knew he deserved a good lick after rationalizing his actions.

Bill stopped off at the arcade one of the only places a boy his age could hang out and not be made fun of for not being surrounded by friends. Most of the games were single player anyway, Bill didn't need friends to play a good video game.

He grabbed his quarter sack from his front pocket slotting two into the machine watching the screen light up in a symphony of color. Bill wet his lips and began mashing the buttons watching his spaceship blow up all the attackers with armed precision. He went until he beat the top score, his bag of quarters nearly gone. Bill leaned back grinning madly, a goal he wasn't ashamed of. He beat the top score which was unmatched for months. Bill cracked his knuckles and grabbed his nearly empty quarter sack sliding it back in his pocket, ready to head on out to do something less costly.

"You beat my score." A voice suddenly cracked from behind him.
Bill whipped around facing a gaping boy, he came up to the screen checking out Bill's new high score.
"O-oh I did?" Bill breathed shyly checking the boy out. He wore a plain white t-shirt that was tucked halfway into his khaki shorts, a flamingo button up flying wide open.

The boy readjusted his thick framed glasses and turned an eye to Bill, "No ones beaten my score yet. I have top on every single one of these games," The boy continued sounding more astonished then angry. He encased Bill's wrist in a tight grip pulling him over to another game. "Someone beat this score last week, was that you too?" He demanded.

Bill thought back to last week and nodded bashfully grinning at the boy.
"Yeah. S-sorry, that was me." He admitted. It hadn't been easy but Bill was competitive he always wanted to be on top.
The boy sniffed folding his arms over his chest looking Bill over inquisitively.
"Yeah.. Fuck you, that was really impressive." He muttered feigning anger then broke out in a grin.
"I'm Richie." Richie said confidently holding his hand out.

Bill smiled and gripped Richies hand giving it a firm handshake like his father taught him. "B-B-B-Bill." His smile faltered frustration taking its place. He couldn't even say his goddamn name without stuttering? Bill looked away his cheeks warming from embarrassment.

Richie laughed and dropped the boy's hand giving his shoulder a playful shove.
"You'd think you knew that one by now." He teased starting out of the Arcade. Bill caught on and quickly followed after him his brows knit.
"I-I d-d-don't-"

Richie interrupted him. "Can't control it, I know, just giving you grief. Wanna hang out? You already wasted half of your allowance on beating me, let me take you somewhere." Richie offered grabbing ahold of his own bike pulling it up to his side hopping on.

Bill watched him with amazement. He was surprised Richie wanted anything to do with him. Bill thought how he would feel if someone had topped his score he spent all his quarters on, the frustration he would feel. Still, Bill bent over bringing 'Silver' up to stand alongside him.
"O-okay." He whispered pedaling after Richie who had been anxiously riding in circles while Bill got his bike up. They rode beside each other Richie doing most of the talking for them, Bill decided he liked listening to Richie talk. He spoke unabashed and freely. Bill felt like he had to walk on eggshells when he spoke, avoiding trigger words he would stumble on more frequently.

"I wish I could afford new glasses. Everything's blurry and it sucks." Richie blurted pulling off the side of the street rolling his bike into the alley alongside a strip of buildings.
Bill followed leaning 'Silver' up against Richies bike.
"C-can't your parents g-g-get them?" He asked, seeing was a necessity and parents typically payed off necessities for their children.

Richie laughed abruptly.
"That's a hoot! If my parents start buying anything other than gin, cigarettes and scratch offs you tell me first Bill." Richie sneered leaving the alley Bill close behind him.
"O-oh I'm s-sorry." Bill blurted scared to offend his new friend.

Richie waved off his apology and pulled the door open for the creamery. Bill strolled in taking a seat at the bar looking the menu over carefully. Richie climbed up next to him already ordering his regular chocolate root beer shake. The man turned to Bill ready for his order, Bill panicked and threw out the first thing that came to mind.
"Neapolitan s-s-shake please." He requested politely the man smiled and began making their shakes.

Richie dug around in his pocket slamming two crumpled dollar bills and a pebble on the counter. Richie laughed awkwardly and stuffed the pebble back inside his pocket, Bill shot him a curious look.
"What's th-the rock for?" He questioned quirking a brow at Richie who just shrugged him off taking a long sip from his float.
"My friend gave it to me. Said it was lucky or something, guess it is." Richie remarked regarding Bill with a kind eye.

Bill nodded simply and took a drink from his milkshake smiling as all the different notes of ice cream hit his tongue deliciously. He licked his lips savoring the sweetness, "Thanks f-for this R-Rich." He said diving back in for another swig.

Richie waved him off pushing his empty glass to the end of the counter for the man to collect. "No problemo Billy Joe." He said slapping his hands on the table mimicking a drum beat.
Bill snorted into his shake licking the whip cream froth from around his mouth, "That names s-s-stu-uh shit!" Bill cursed pushing his empty glass away with a heavy sigh.

Richie gave him a pat on the back and hopped off his seat pulling on Bill to follow. "Don't work yourself up, it's fine." He soothed walking Bill out of the creamery. Bill kept his head low. He appreciated Richies sincerity but he still felt like shit whenever he tripped over a word as bad as he just did. Bill rounded the corner with Richie grabbing their bikes rolling them back on to the sidewalk.
"Do you want to meet tomorrow at the arcade again? We can hang out some more?" Richie offered crossing the street absentmindedly not looking out for cars driving by.

Bill looked nervously back and forth before biking across the street catching up with Richie. "Yeah, I'd like that." Bill smiles, his chest felt ready to burst with happiness feeling wanted for the first time in awhile.

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