Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Thirty-Three

He closes the door behind us, his lips quickly smashing into mine. His hand on the back of my head. He breaks the kiss with a smile. Slowly pulling away.

"I'm sorry...couldn't help myself." "What made you do it though?" He glares at me. "Richie and Eddie..." "Bro... that was cute as hell," Richie smirks, opening the door. Mike records.

"How long have you been recording?!" "The whole time." Mike shrugs. The two had been sitting outside, not wanting to smell the alcohol and drugs mix.

Yes the two drink, but the smell of alcohol and drugs doesn't mix well. (Like I know. 🤨)

"I don't like you very well Mikey." "You know you love me." He smiles. Bill furrows his brows. "No, he loves me." His arms go around my neck, pulling me away from Mike.

"By the way, I drank...a lot." "Bill...when?!" Turning my head slightly I can see the redness of his face. "While you weren't looking...I'm sorry." A couple of tears fall from his cheeks.

"Bill no...I'm not mad come here." He whimpers, holding back a sob.

Note: Drunk and High Bill= Emotional Bill. If only I knew it earlier.

Stroking the back of his head he cries into my shirt until finally calming down. "Come on. Let's walk okay?" Eddie pats the boys back.

Splitting into groups of two: Eddie Richie and I. Then Beverly, Bill, Mike, and Ben.

Richie kisses Eddie's cheek before putting him on his back. "Watch the cast!" He squeals as Richie jumps up and down. The smaller one kisses the back of his neck. "You guys are weird." "How?!"

"I don't know. You two are polar opposites. A small, level headed germaphobe. And a tall, dumb, and no common sense. Perfect for each other." "Say it again...I wasn't listening."

Of course, Richie yelps as they smaller one slaps the back of his head.

"You guys are slow come on," Beverly calls as they continue to walk, somehow we get back in front of them. "You're really cute you know. Like hot...like very hot." "Eds? Please tell me I heard that correctly." "Yup." Richie lets the boy down

"You guys..." Richie looks back quickly. Tears soak my cheeks.

"Stanley no...what's wrong?" I take in a shaky breath.

"I-I think I'm in love with Bill..."

I sob more. Making him stop walking.

"R-Richie what are you doing?" "Stop walking." "What do you mean?" I wipe the tears away with my forearm. "I said stop walking." He hands his phone to Eddie. "Why do I need to stop?"

He wrestles me into a hug, I tense up as I start to sob again. We sway right there as my head snuggled underneath his.

Beverly stops the others, soon running to us two. "What's wrong with him?" Ben, Beverly, and Mike quickly make their way over to us.

Bill following behind slowly. Eddie pulls him away.

"I think I'm in love with him..." my sobs escape my throat harshly. Beverly grips me in a hug.

"P-Please don't tell him...please!" I scream.

(Kind of like when Stanley got attacked by the flute lady)

The sobs making people flinch, their faces becoming sad.

The rest of them surrounding me in a hug, Eddie joins too as Bill stands by. A shocked look on his face.

"Is h-he okay?" "B-babe?" He chuckles slightly. I sob even harder at the nickname. "Did I d-do something wrong?" I fall to my knees, Bill practically shoves everyone out of the way.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Please tell me..." "I-I..." "It's okay... you can tell me anything." He smiles softly. "No no no no." I grip at my hair. "Hey hey hey...stop...come here." Bill picks me up, taking me the nearest bench since he lives pretty close to the park.

"Tell me please...maybe I can fix the problem." My hands tremble as the rest stay a distance. "Do you w-wanna go back? Go to b-bed?"

At this point, I believe my crying has sobered Bill up, sobered up Richie as soon as he saw the tears fall.

"I wanna go home...my home." I cry a little less as Richie pulls me away. "I'm taking him home." Bill furrows his brows. Eddie holds onto me as Richie lets go. "He can easily go back to my house, Richie. Let me take him with me." "No Bill. He's already said he wants to go home."

At this point, their voices fade out. The last thing I remember is Eddie gripping to my side before waking up in my bed.