Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Sixty-One

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"Richie! Can you bring me a towel." Stanley sighs from the bathroom. Everyone left except Richie, Eddie, Bill, and himself.

"Richie! I need help here." He groans cracking the door slightly, Bill's fist up to knock, he holds a towel.

"Thanks." He whispers before quickly closing the door. "W-welcome." He mumbles walking away from the bathroom door.

Turning back around Stanley stands in the hallway, staring at the boy, only a towel around his skinny hips. He looks away slowly, walking into his room.

"Fuck." Both of them whisper at the same time.

—call & Stanley's POV

Ben: hi stan.

S: hi ben. What's up?

B: nothing. Whatcha doing?

S: just got done getting dressed. Why?

B: Uh do you remember anything from last night?

S: no. Did something bad happen?

B: Not exactly.

S: Can you tell me?

B: Uh...youkissedbillalrightbye.

He hangs up the phone before I can say anything.

"What?" I whisper to myself. Trying to piece together what he said.

"B-Ben? Fuck." Bill groans. "Did you uh...get a phone call from Ben too?" I whisper peeking my head out of the door.

"Yeah...I couldn't understand what he said." I nod closing my door quickly.

— Third Person Omniscient

A very small thud comes from the other side of the door. Bill rests his forehead on the door. His eyes closed.

Stanley puts his ear up to the door, trying to figure out what he's doing.

Both boys sit with their backs against the door, wishing the same thing.

For the other to love him back.

For the other to smile again because of him.

For the other to laugh again because of him.

To be held by him. Or to hold him again.

To simply touch him again would be perfect.

"Fuck." Stanley whispers standing up. Opening the door quickly. "Bill?" He whispers to find no one there. Looking in the living room, no one relaxes there.

Knocking on the bathroom door gently.

"Bill? Well, if you're in there can we talk? Please?" He slightly whimpers.

—Bill's POV

I can't stand not being with him.

Standing up I rush into the bathroom, the tears rolling down quickly. A quiet sob escapes.

"Bill?" Stanley whispers. "Bill?" His voice becomes distant as he stands somewhere near the living room.

Another sob almost makes it's way out, putting my hand over my mouth I silence it.

"Bill? Well, if you're in there can we talk? Please?" He knocks on the bathroom door gently.

"Shit..." he whispers.

The sound of his steps leaving as he leaves the house, closing the door gently.