Losers Club fanfics

MikexBill

"But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything." —
Charles Darwin(?)

     "Kill yourself you motherfucking faggot!" Henry yelled at a boy I'd never seen before. I stayed hidden behind a tree as I watched Henry stalk closer to the boy with light brown hair.
     "L-luh-leave me a-alone B-B-Bowers!" The lanky boy snapped.
     "What if I don't?" Henry growled, stepping even closer to the boy.
     "Puh-please?" The boy asked the ruthless teen.
     "Puh-please? Puh-please l-l-leave m-me a-alone B-B-Bowers," Henry mimicked with a scoff. "You make it so fucking easy to pick on you Bill! You stutter like a fucking idiot, why?"
     The boy's, Bill, eyes filled with tears. "Y-you asshole! M-my b-b-brother duh-dies and a-all you can d-do is l-laugh at the k-kid with a stu-stutter!" 
     "Poor baby."
     "Just l-leave me alone B-Bowers!" Bill screamed, as tears began flowing down his face.
     "Nasty fag," Henry muttered with a nasty glare. He began to turn, and Bill started to relax his posture, before Henry turned around and rushed the boy named Bill.
     Henry tackled Bill to the ground, and straggled the tall boy. Henry began throwing punch after punch; Bill tried to fight back, but it was no use. I bit my lip; I couldn't let this kid get his face beat in while I stood mere feet away.
     I bent down grabbing a large stone, and took my aim. I grinned and pumped my fists as it hit Henry right over his ear; it left a noticeable size cut.
     Henry grabbed his head, and cried out in surprise and pain. He pulled his hand away and examined the blood. "What the fuck?" He snarled, glancing around wildly.
     Bill took this time to weasel out from under the blond haired boy, and kicked him in the balls. Henry groaned and doubled over.
     "Psst, kid," I hissed, motioning him over. "Come on let's get out of here."
     We took off; we ran as hard as we could until we reached my farm.
     "So, I take it you're Bill?" I gasped.
     The boy nodded. "Y-Yeah. Are y-you the one t-that through the r-rock?"
     It was my turn to nod. "Yeah. I hate it when Bowers beats up kids for no reason. Oh I'm Mike by the way."
     "N-n-nice to m-meet you M-Mike," Bill stuttered. "B-But B-Bowers did h-have a reason t-to beat me u-up."
     "What? No he didn't!"
     "I'm g-g-gay..."
     "And I'm black. Who cares?"
     Bill snorted. "Th-Thanks, M-Mike."
     I couldn't help but smile. "Sure thing kid."
     He smiled back, and we sat in a comfortable silence. I studied his face; he'd have plenty of bruises in the morning, but nothing was bleeding, which was good.
     "You're gonna have a lot of bruises, what are your parents gonna think?" I asked.
     "Muh-My parents w-won't even nuh-notice," Bill told me. "Ever since m-my brother d-d-died... they've barely nuh-noticed anything."
     My mind went back to Henry screaming at Bill to kill himself, and I realized that Bill had probably tried. My mouth dropped open when I thought of this and I wrapped my arms around Bill before I could even process what I was doing.
     Bill froze, but slowly wrapped him arms around me. He held me tightly, and sniffled.
     "It's ok. It's ok. You can stay with me tonight," I told him.
     "A-a-are you shu-sure?" He asked me.
     I nodded. "I'm positive."
     "Th-Thanks M-Mike," he said, giving me a small smile as he pulled away.
    "Sure thing kid."