Title//Reddie

Part 18. Thursday, August 15th.

The morning after last chapter.
Bill awoke to a loud rapping on his window. He almost stood up to get it, before he realized he wasn't wearing any pants. He grabbed a robe from his bedside and wrapped it around himself. He smiled at a still sleeping Stan. Last night was phenomenal. He had liked Stan for months, finally something happened of it. He could hardly believe it.
He remembered the window and quickly walked over.
"R-Richie?" Bill asked, opening the window to a familiar pair of glasses.
"Yeah, it's me. " He confirmed.
"What are y-you doing he-he-here?" Bill asked.
"Bevs dad is home for like a hour. I can't stay there for a bit" Richie began to prepare himself for going in the window.
"No! You c-can't come in." Bill pondered telling the truth or not "I'm n-n-n-n-not alone"
"Holy shit! Who's in there?" Richie gasped "is it Bev?"
"No! It's.... n-not a girl" Bill told Richie.
"Bi! Nice." Richie said.
"You took t-that weirdly w-w-well" Bill noticed.
"So who's in there?" Richie questioned.
Bill didn't want to out Stan. Bill, personally, wasn't very secretive. But Stan had never said anything, no hints or clues. Perhaps Stan wanted to keep it a secret.
"I c-can't say" Bill decided.
"Of course you can! Please!" Richie pleaded.
"N-no!" Bill stuck to it.
"If you don't, I'll just go in your room and find out" Richie said.
Stan may not want to be outed, but Stan knowing that Richie knows might be worse. He could make Richie promise not to say.
"F-fine" Bill caved "It's Stan"
"What!" Richie said, too loudly.
"Shhhh! I d-don't want to w-w-w-wake him" Bill shushed.
"Holy shit!" Richie whisper screamed "Stan's gay?"
"Yeah" Bill confirmed.
"I also thought he was homophobic" Richie admitted "I mean he always says shit about homos."
"N-no. He says t-t-that his p-p-parents say shit." Bill corrected, feeling bad for Stanley.
"Oh yeah" Richie realized. "Anyways, nice"
Bill rolled his eyes at Richies ridiculousness.
"I still need a place to stay. I'll be quiet when going in. I promise" Richie said. That's what she said Richie thought, but decided against saying it.
"O-okay" Bill opened the window all the way and awkwardly helped Richie into the room.
"Where shall I hide from your lover?" Richie teased.
"Go in my c-closet" Bill told him.
Richie hurriedly walked into Bills closet, catching a glimpse of Stan before shutting the door.
Bill threw his robe on the floor and got back where he had been before Richie had came.
The sunshine escaping into Bills room through a crack in the curtain (opened by Richie) caused Stan to open his eyes. Curtains? I have blinds in my room. Wait... this isn't my room. Also why am I not wearing a shirt. holy shit, why aren't I wearing pants. Whose room in this? Stans mind raced as he started to look around the room Beetlejuice poster, not even started homework, dirty clothes. Fuck I'm in Bills rooms. Why am I in Bill's room?
He spotted his pants on the floor and quickly made a grab for them, before being pulled into a cuddle by the owner of the room.
"You're awake" Bill smiled.
Holy shit. Why are you naked, in a bed, with Bill, who is also naked. He had no memory of last night. He had drank too much, it messed with his head. Speaking of which, he had a horrible hangover. His head stung like holy hell.
"Um....." he attempted to push Bill's arms off him, but they remained still "Why am I here?"
"You c-c-came here. Last n-night." Bill told him "To my h-house I mean. But also in muh-muh-my bed I guess."
"....What are you saying?" Stan asked, cautiously.
"You d-d-don't remember?" Spoke Bill, he couldn't believe Stan would take such a big step and not even remember it "We..... you know"
"What?" Stan asked, no clue what Bill meant.
"W-we..... how do I p-p-put this lightly. We d-did it." Bill said, cursing his poor word choice.
"S-Sorry you must be mistaken." Stan said, there's no way. He wasn't gay! He used to have a girlfriend. That's straight.
"N-no I'm sure. We had s-sex. One h-h-hundred percent." Bill said, quite proud.
"No, no, no, no, no." Stan said, standing and beginning to pace before realizing he was still naked.
"Fuck!" He began to look around for his clothes. He found half of his clothes in a bundle on Bills side of the bed and put them on, fast as he could. His shirt was wrinkled at the end of the bed. He had never buttoned it so fast.
"W-w-whats so wrong?" Bill asked, worried.
"I'm not gay!" Stan exclaimed.
"Well you j-just did some p-p-pretty gay things. So I th-th-think you are." Bill reasoned.
"No!" The night began to come flooding back to him. Having shots. Walking to Bills. Shoving him on the bed. Unbuttoning his flannel. Feeling how smooth his back way. The way their lips felt in harmony. And finally unzipping his pants- god it really happened. Bill wasn't lying.
"I was drunk, okay! I'm not gay." he was more talking to himself then Bill. He wasn't gay. He was disappointed in himself for acting on a few thoughts. But they weren't queer thoughts, just some strange fantasy. Everyone dreams about experimenting.... right?
"Stan!" Bill attempted to get him to calm down "It's o-okay. I accept y-y-you."
Stan melted into his voice, but still wouldn't give himself up to desire.
"R-really?" He cursed himself for the way his voice cracked.
"Really."
"Well, I don't know. I have these thoughts, but I can't be. I just can't. I'm not queer." Stan lied, to Bill and himself.
"Just b-b-because your parents s-say it's bad, that doesn't muh-make it true." Bill comforted.
"But it is true!" Stan exclaimed.
"Then t-t-tell me, is this w-w-w-w-wrong?" Bill leaned in for a kiss.
Stanley must have leaped back 3 feet.
"What the hell are you doing?" Stanley asked.
"K-kissing you." Bill told him.
"Well, stop!" Stan said.
"Why?" Bill questioned.
"Because I'm not a fucking queer like you!" Stan yelled, before realizing what he said.
"W-what?" Bills eyes began to water and his throat held a sob.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," Stan tried to make it better. "I'm just mad. I might be the fucking queer I hate so much. I've got some stuff to figure out. I'll see you in a bit." With that, Stan left. Still feeling horrible about what he said.
Bill collapsed on the bed, still in shock about Stans hurtful words.
Richie ran out of the closet and to Bills side.
He just hugged Bill as he cried, no words necessary.
Richie had gotten his for sure answer. Stan himself said he was gay. But the way he did find out..... Stan insulting Bill and himself? He almost wished he didn't know.
"It'll be okay." Richie finally broke the silence.
Bill stayed silent.
He wasn't so sure.