Summer of '93 - Stozier

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a lil bit of kaspbrough to warm ur cold hearts 😣🖐✨

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"I don't think its broken but he got you pretty good, Bill." Eddie said, inspecting Bills blood covered nose.

Bill was sitting on his bathroom counter, Eddie between his dangling legs, inspecting his minor injuries. He had a few cuts on his lips from biting into them by accident from the force of Stans punches, a forming black eye (which Eddie had made him hold an ice pack on), a cut on the bridge of his nose, somehow, and a bloody nose.

"I really don't understand why you didn't fight back!" Eddie pressed a damp cloth under Bills nose to stop the slow drip of blood and searched through the bathroom cabinets for a band-aid.

"Be-Becuh-hus he's my fuh-friend! I wuh-wouldn't do th-thah-hat.." Bill huffed.

"Richie would tell you a different story." Eddie shrugged, referring to the time Bill punched Richie in the face the day Eddie broke his arm. "Dammit! You got everything in this bathroom except a damn band-aid!" He muttered.

"Thah-that was wuh-one t-time!" Bill rolled his eyes,

"Found one!" Eddie sprung back up from his crouched position on the floor, holding a light blue band-aid with white outlined starts over it.

Bill looked down at the floor for a second, sadness evident on his face.

"Whats wrong, Billy?" Eddie asked, gently placing his finger under Bills chin and tipping his head up to look at him.

"Thuh-those were Juh-George-J-Georgie's.." Bill whispered.

"Oh.. I- I can look for a different one if you want, you don't have to wear-"

"No! Ih-Its fuh-fine.. its not as if he-hes gon-gonna use theh-them.."

"You sure?"

Bill nodded, dimly aware that this was the first time he'd thought about his little brother in almost months. "He would've buh-be-been t-ten now.." He muttered to himself.

"Hm?" Eddie hummed, concentrating on placing the band-aid on the bridge of Bills nose without hurting him. "You say something?"

"Juh-Georgie.. He wuh-would've been t-ten.." Bill said, a little louder than the first time.

"Oh.. Right." Eddie nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. He began cleaning the dried blood from under Bills nose.

"Y'know, He y-yuh-used to puh-put b-band-aids on like.. eh-everyone and everything.." Bill smiled a little.

"He did?" Eddie smiled.

"Mhm." Bill nodded. "You'd always find buh-band-aid wrappers in r-ran-randh-hom locay-locations all over the h-how-house.." Bill giggled, making Eddie smile a little brighter. "My muh-mom.." Bill paused, his expression dropping a little. Bill didn't like to talk about his parents often, and when he did, he'd get sad. "My mom y-used to suh-say he'd grow up t-t-to buh-be a-a doctor or suh-someth-hing.. guess wuh-we'll never nuh-know."

Eddie finished cleaning up the dried blood and looked at Bill for a moment. "Can I give you a hug?"

Bill chuckled a little. "Sure, buh-but why?"

Eddie shrugged. "I guess I just thought you needed a hug." He wrapped his arms around Bills waist and Bill returned the hug, putting his arms awkwardly around Eddies neck, feeling a bit too tall because he still was on the counter.

"Th-Thanks Eh-Eds.." Bill mumbled into Eddies hair.

Eddie pulled away, muttering a quiet 'no problem' and just standing sort of awkward, looking down at the floor.

"S-so are we nuh-not gonna t-tah-talk about the fact that Stan b-buh-beat the shit outta muh-me and then drove off in Bel-Belch Huggins cuh-car..?" Bill stuttered.

"Right!" Eddie said, looking back up at Bill. "What the fuck was that all about?!"

"You duh-don't think hes fr-f-frien-friends with H-Henry.. do you?"

"What?!" Eddies face turned into a look of pure confusion. "That's absurd! He'd never! W- After all the shit Henrys did to us?! B- St- Bill, he tried to murder us! Stan would never! He wouldn't!"

"I m-mean.. I guh-guess so..? But why eh-else would h-he be with B-Buh-Bow-wers and his gang?" Bill asked.

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. "I think we should tell the rest of the losers. I mean- We'd probably do that anyway- but.. We should tell 'em."

Bill though for a second. "Cah-can we tell em t-to-tomorrow? My head is like- pow-pounding-"

"Shit- Did he punch your head? you might have a concussion! Do you feel nauseous? Is your vision okay?-"

Bill was regretting his choice of words at this point, forgetting that Eddie could go full Mom Mode. He grabbed Eddies wrists gently so the boy would stop rambling. Eddie stopped talking immediately, a light shade of pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Calm-Cah-Calm down Eddie! Im fuh-fine! I don't have a concussion!" Bill laughed.

"B-But you might.. I-I mean.. The headache and the.." Eddie gulped, He was a bit closer to Bills face than he would've liked, from checking his head. "..You might.."

"I d-dont." Bill let go of Eddies wrists, a blush rising on his own face, looking into Eddies eyes, also realising how close their faces were.

Eddie cleared his throat and backed up, scratching the back of his neck. "We should probably get out of this bathroom.. its not very hygienic with all the germs and stuff..

Bill chuckled and jumped down from the counter. "Y-you're right.. lets go."

He followed Eddie out of the bathroom, stopping for a second as they passed the locked door of Georgie's old room. It hadn't been unlocked in seven years.

"Bill, c'mon." Eddie grabbed his hand, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Lets go watch a movie or something until your parents get home. We can worry about Stan later."

"R-Right." Bill mumbled.

They spent the rest of the day in Bills living room, sitting close together on the sofa, buried under a pile of blankets, pizza boxes discarded on the floor as movie after movie played on the Tv. Sometime near 1am they'd ended up cuddling, too tired to even notice.

Bill's parents didn't end up coming home again that night, but for what felt like the first time in four years, Bill was sort of glad that they didn't.

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this was fun to write 🤔

anyways,, bouta watch the sunrise now