Outside Cass's house, Bill was lurking on the steps, smiling at nothing as I shut the front door. "What are you smiling at, weirdo?" I kicked him lightly as I passed. He jumped up and rubbed the spot I kicked, pouting. "Owie. That hurt, (Y/n)." I shrugged, rolling my eyes at his whining. "I didn't do that.." I lied, but made it obvious I was. I turned to him, walking backwards, nearly at the end of the garden path.
He came over, grumbling about me being violent. "...and I love it." He leaned down and booped my nose. I folded my arms. "Do that again and I'll kick your tall ass." He raised his eyebrows in amusement, wrapping an arm across my shoulders, lightly pushing me home.
"I'd like to see you try, kid." Okay, as much as I hated him calling me a kid, it was true. He is 19 and I'm 16. Cass is 17. I hated being the youngest, too. I giggled anyway, as we awkwardly walked up the sidewalk.
He successfully delivered me home alive (Y/n's note- Knowing the future, its kinda funny to think he kept me alive) and arranged to meet me at the pharmacy the next day at eleven. I told him i would. "Oh, and by the way, please don't bring Cass." He gave me a look as he said it, and slunk off into the night.
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Friends with a murderer
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