Ch. 19

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The five of yall had a blast while eating foods and watching movies, hopefully Eddie's mom wouldn't notice that we used the card. Everyone had went home including Richie.  It was just you and Bill, your female guardian had stayed at work late; she was infact a nurse. She wasn't a workaholic, but she did like working to prosper in money. She did anything to keep y'all satisfied, roof over y'all's head, and food in your belly's. I'm the matter of fact you and Bill were happy that you got to spend time with your friends, eat junk food, and laugh all day. "Hey Bill?" You say while putting down your sketch book and looking over at your brother. "Y-yeah." He instantly replies while shutting his book, and turning over on his side to look at you. "Would you say you approve of me and Richie dating?" You ask your question; while scratching your forehead. Bill nods and smiles like a geek, gosh you honestly loved your brother: you would protect him at all costs to be honest. "Of course i-i do y-yall are a g-good couple." He says laying his head on his hand. "Y-you know Georgie w-would love to f-finally see you with s-someone If he were s-s-s-still here." Bill says while staring off in the distance breaking eye contact with you. Your smile turns down then you sigh and clutch on to your pillow. "I miss Georgie Bill." You say holding back your tears. Bill hesitates before speaking again and he closes his eyes for a second then opens them. "I m-miss him t-t-too  Y/n , I'm sure he would want to see us right now." Bill says his voice nearly cracking. "He would want us to prosper on." You say fanning your face and standing up, Bill nods as in he's too sad to even say anything; you just nod as well and walk out the room. Picking up a small piece of rubber that was red and that looked like a balloon piece. A red balloon I'm fact. You stick the piece of rubber texture folding it then sticking it in your pocket, just as you hear a phone ring. The phone downstairs; in the kitchen on the countertop. Brriing,! Brriing! The phone call makes.

sorry it's short babes n zarts I'm a be updating moreee

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