Worst Of You

No.9

An: hahahaha here's some kaspbrough

Eddie was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, he quietly sipped at his cup of water and zoned out.
Bill likes me? Me. What if he doesn't and Richie is just fucking with me. Oh god-

"E-Eds you okay?" Bill asked sitting next to him, Eddie flinched out of his train of thoughts before locking eyes with Bill, immediately going back into a trance. "I- Yeah! I'm okay." He played it off cool, shifting around trying to act out as if everything is okay. Bill chuckled at his awkwardness, he found it super adorable.
He loved Eddie, he loved the way he would talk fast, get distracted easily, or how his eyes almost turn into a honey colour in the sun, and the beautiful soft curls that sat on his head.
Eddie blushed darkly and felt like he had embarrassed himself, so he awkwardly pushed some of his hair back which just fell back in front. Bill smiled widely, he looked over at Bev who was sitting next to him, "Hey can I b-borrow your clip?" Bev gave him a gentle smile, taking out the light brown clip that use to sit in her hair before handing it to Bill.
He took it softly, turning back to Eddie who looked at him confused. Bill leaned over to Eddie and took the chunk of hair that was on his face before pushing it off to the side, clipping it down to then allow his hand to lay on Eddie's round and squishy face. Eddie went red but he smiled when he heard Bill say, "Now I can s-see your pretty little f-face." And even Bill blushed.
Eddie giggled and got up gently taking Bill's hand, leading him out to the dance floor while he gladly followed behind.

Once they settle in, Eddie grabbed Bill's other hand without thinking and just started dancing with the lanky boy.
Bill and Eddie liked each other for years but never said anything. They both admired one another a lot. Like how Eddie admires Bill's blue eyes and how pretty they are, or how Bill admires Eddie's quirkiness.

So Bill and Eddie both danced with each other, laughing like idiots and really feeling like they were kids again.
Bill felt a bit of deja vu, and oh boy this took him back.

It was one spring day, Bill invited Eddie down to a whole green field that felt endless, and there stood so many flowers it was every girls aesthetic.
Bill bought down a boom box and set it up, when Eddie arrived they both just messed around, ran to chase each other, it was amazing. Until Eddie tripped over a vine with his little feet and hit the ground, Bill going too fast to even stop so he fell onto the boy. Eddie let out a whiney "ow" before bursting into a fit of laughter, Bill sat up above him, "holy shit Eddie! Are y-you okay?!" Eddie smiled up at him, the sun sat on his face calmy, bringing out most features Bill never knew he had. Dimples, freckles on his lips, and other freckles he wasn't aware of. The two shared a small moment, before Bill jumped up tagging him, running off. "Hey you bastard!" Eddie yelled running after him.

But that was years ago, when they were 7. Now here they are, 16 dancing at a party.

Meanwhile-

"Fuck it." Richie grinned and bit his lip, Stan crawled on top of Richie not breaking eye contact. Stan flipped Richie over so he was on his stomach and laid next to him, pulling him close to his chest, Richie blushed but didn't complain.
Stan's strong arms wrapped gently but firmly around Richie's waist.
"No fuck?" Richie asked.
"No." Stan laid his head behind Richie's hair, holding him close. Richie sunk into his embrace and curled up.

The two laid there cuddling, neither closed their eyes. Richie eventually spoke up. "Stanny?"
"Mm?"
Richie fell quiet for a small second, trying to think even if his brain was mush. "I love you." Stan's heart skipped a beat, he's wanted to hear those words for the longest time ever.
Stop, he's drunk.
"You do?" At the same time he didn't know if it was true or not. Richie rolled over, looking him in the eyes. "I've always loved you. Since we were kids." Stan sighed quietly, he didn't know what to say. Was Richie meaning this or not.
"Chee, I...I love you too, but right now you're drunk and I don't know if this is true or if it's you being drunk."
Richie nodded, he moved closer to Stan and burried his head into his chest. Silence filled the room before Richie spoke again, whining. "Take your shirt off."
Stan looked down at him, "Why?"
"Because.  It's better to cuddle." He giggled, Stan rolled his eyes and sat up before peeling off his shirt. Richie laid there staring at his chest in shock, "You're sexy." Stan laid down and Richie placed himself back into Stan's arms.
"Like you're warm, you're soft." Richie nuzzled his face into his chest and almost sunk. Stan put his arms around Richie, almost crying.