For Sarah {Bill Skarsgard]

Chapter Two

This chapter is messy and rushed because I had writers block while making it. Enjoy.

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It had been hours since I had seen the new girl in the clubhouse, yet I couldn't get the sound of her laugh out of my head. It was faint when I heard it, most likely a pity-laugh towards some stupid joke Leila had told her in passing- but I still heard it clearly. 

"You with us, man?" Peter's voice cuts through Bill's thoughts, causing him to look over at the rugged little man with a dazed look on his face. Bill stays silent for a moment, taking a second to process what was happening before responding, "Yeah, sorry."

Peter chuckles at his friends confused expression, but chooses not to mention it anymore. The four friends had left the game room long ago and were now on their way to get something to eat complex cafe; A pricey little restaurant in the basement of the apartment building. Bill hadn't talked much since they all left the game hall, leaving the other three to chat amongst themselves.

"If you say so..." 

Bill ignored Peter's comment, not wanting to coax him into questioning him anymore. Especially since he didn't really have any answers to give. What was wrong with him? He wondered.

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The men made their way into the little cafe below the building, seating themselves in a booth near the front of the small canteen. Peter made it a point to sit closest to the wall, arguing that he "didn't do well" near the edge. An excuse, of course.

Bill rolled his eyes and waited for him to scoot towards the wall before taking a seat himself, just in time for the waitress to greet them with an overly preppy attitude. "Can you give us a minute?" Pete said politely. She nodded enthusiastically, turning and walking away with a skip in her step.

For the second time that day,n Bill rolled his eyes. 

The enthusiasm is unnecessary. How happy can a person be at five o'clock on a Sunday? 

On any other day her kindness would be alright for him, maybe even a little adorable if she hadn't been so damn loud with her words. 

As if thinking the same thing, Jackson's voice broke the silence, "What's up with you today, dude?"

"What do you mean?"

As if on queue, the three of them set their menus down in sync, turning towards Bill with looks of disapproval on their faces. He put his head down slowly, pretending to read through the list of drinks. 

Pete chimed in, "You're acting like a dick today...No offense." Bill scoffed, but said nothing. Peter continued, "The waitress is a babe. The Bill that I know would be all over that shit." 

Jackson and Frank nodded in agreement. Puppets. 

Bill's eyes flicker in the direction of the waitress, taking in her features as she wrote down another persons order across the room. She was quite adorable, that was a given. She was a fair-faced, blonde woman with a banging body and the longest legs...

But she isn't perfect. 

Perfect? Since when had he ever cared about perfection? Attraction for him had never required someone to be perfection....Hell, being attractive hardly ever mattered at all when it came to sex for him. It was just a plus.

His mind began to drift back to the peculiar girl from earlier. He wanted to think about the sexy waitress across the room.  He wanted to imagine her moans like he would any other day- Imagine her kneeling before him like his own personal slave...But all he could think about was her...

"Bill..."

Was she thinking about me?

"He's not even listening dude. I told you you talk too much!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Bill groans, pressing his hands against his face in annoyance, "Can you guys please just shut up?" 

As the two of them began to protest, rambling about what a shithead Bill was being, the sound of a bell rang through the small cafe. 

"Welcome! We'll be right with you miss!" 

"Thank you," The sweet, small voice that responded to the hostess caught Bill's attention. The tall, brunette man turned in his seat, his eyes landing on the new girl from earlier. 

Hello, sweetheart. 

He took in her features fully, finally able to get a closer look at the beauty that captured his mind. She was small and short, probably no taller than five foot three in her flats. She wore a red flannel over some shorts and thigh-high socks. Her hair was short- something that he thought was adorable. 

She sat down in her seat, accompanied by a blue haired girl he hadn't seen before. Perhaps a friend of hers?

He watched as the two girls chatted amongst each other, smiling every time his muse smiled or giggled at something the other girl said. 

Every once in a while he would join in on the Boys' conversation, pitching in when appropriate, but never letting his eyes stray away from her for too long. 

After what felt like hours, the boys had all finished their meals and were ready to go. All except Bill, who had nibbled on some fries here and there but hadn't even touched his burger. They gathered their things quickly and made their way out of the booth. Bill taking his time and dragging on even more than usual this time. The three men walked ahead of him in annoyance, exiting the canteen moments before he did. 

As he turned around to leave, looking over to see her face one more time, he discovered that she was already watching him this time. The look of wonder on her face made him smile. He grins like the Cheshire cat and winks towards here before she could look away from him.

Feeling triumphant as he walked out the doors.

(I hate this chapter, bye.)