A/n- yooo so this was partially requested by @angelsfandom__ ,I added the part with Stanley just bc I haven't done a Stanley imagine yet and thought this would be cute. I loved writing this, thank you so much for the request, love! I hope you enjoy it!
My name is y/n. Y/n Denbrough, that is. Yes, I'm related to Bill Denbrough. We're twins, actually. Surprisingly, we get along great. We have the same friends, same classes, same house, so obviously we have no choice but to get along. Even if we weren't related, though, I like to think we'd be best friends. Today we had plans to go to the arcade, which I couldn't wait for. There were only a few things Bill didn't know about me. One of those things being that I was dating one of our best friends, Stanley Uris. It wasn't that I didn't trust Bill, I do. I was just worried how he would take it. Bill never liked the idea of me dating anyone in our group of friends. What would happen if we broke up? Would we lose a member of our group? None of us wanted to take that chance. But when Stanley and I started spending more time together, the fact was that there was an undeniable attraction. So, for the protection of the others, we've been keeping us a secret for three months. I haven't seen Stan in a few days, so I decided to dress "nice." I looked at myself in my full length mirror. I had on short black jean shorts and a low cut baby blue crop top that had my favorite band on it. My make up was done, my hair in a pony tail and I had on black converse. Perfect.
I walked downstairs and waited for Bill. After a few minutes, he appeared in the doorway. "Uh-uh. Go c-c-change. Now," Bill ordered and I looked up at him from the book I had been reading.
"Bill, I can make my own choices. And we're just going to the arcade, it isn't like some huge gathering. Just you, Richie, Eddie, Stan and me. What's the big deal?"
"The big d-deal is that all of o-our friends are teenage boys w-who get turned on seeing you in t-this. And I'm not in the mood to have t-to yell at them today." You crossed your arms over your chest, making your chest more visible. "Y/n! That just isn't a-appropriate, okay!?"
"I'm going, and you can't stop me!" I yelled, sticking my tongue out at him before running outside to my bike.
"Y/n, no!" I could hear Bill yelling after me as I rode away. I looked behind me to see Bill just now getting on his bike. I smirked as I headed for the arcade. I was going to make it. I see Richie's, Stan's, and Eddie's bikes parked outside the arcade. I place mine next to them before walking inside. I see Richie playing Street Fighter, Eddie and Stan cheering him on. I walk up to Stanley and clear my throat, since he had his eyes glued to the screen. He turns around to look at me, his eyes widening.
"Why do you have to do this to me?" He groans as he pulls me in for a kiss. Neither Richie or Eddie see, and I know we have a good ten seconds before Bill enters, so I kiss him back briefly. I pulled away just in time, though, because Bill had entered at that exact moment. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, smiling to myself as Bill walks up to us.
"Y-y/n, put more clothes on. Now," Bill growled. Stanley must have overheard, because he motioned at Bill.
"I agree. Your sister shouldn't be wearing this. I have a spare jacket in my bag, want me to go get it?" Stanley offered, causing me to glare at him.
"That would be p-perfect, Stan. Thank y-you," Bill said, clearly just seeing it as a friendly gesture. Stan rested his hand on my lower back, making Bill suspicious. Did 'just friends' do that normally? Stanley led me over to his bag, but we didn't see Bill follow us. Stan took out his jacket and handed it to me.
"You look so hot in this. But, you'll look great in my clothes, too," Stan whispered to me, his lips grazing over mine. "Here," he says and puts the jacket on me.
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Fanfiction🎈Welcome to the Losers Club🎈 😕Meet Bill, the kid who stutters😕 🙄Meet Stanley, the Jew🙄 😎Meet Richie, the trashmouth😎 😱Meet Eddie, the germaphobe😱
