A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

063 / It's so pretty

N-No...I wanna see your face...your small and pretty face. It's so pretty.

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Slowly I open the door after a minute or two. Bill sits in the hallway, his back against the wall as he types on his phone. 

"Are you gonna let me in?" "No." I sniffle, remembering I'm sick. "Why not?" "Because you're being rude." "I'm rude all the time. What's so different about now?"

"Because it actually hurt this time." "You should've known." "Asshole." I close the door, flopping onto my bed.

Ben

B: Bill left. He just walked out of the door.

S: Thanks, Ben. I'll in there in a sec

B: :]

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"Are you feeling any better?" "Hmm," I mumble resting my head on Richie's shoulder.

"Why don't you go take another nap?" "I don't wanna." "Stan." "Richard." "Nooo. Not that name. I'm not in trouble, am I?" "No Rich you're fine." I chuckle softly grabbing my phone.

—phone call

Bill

S: What do you want?

B: I need...I need you to come p-pick me up.

S: Are you drunk?

B: Bunny, please?

S: No

B: W-Why?

S: I know better than to drive you home Bill.

B: I d-don't understand...
His words slur.

S: Cause you'd invite me in and I'd be yours again

B: Maybe...Maybe I want you to be mine again

S: Bill I'm sick. I'm not coming

B: Ha...You're...You're pretty funny you know.

S: I'm serious

B: And I'm drunk s-s-sitting in a tree.

S: Richie's on his way.
Richie hops up, leaving quickly.

B: N-No...I wanna see your face...your small and pretty face. It's so pretty.

S: Thanks I guess

B: You're so perfect. Y-You, know that right? Your hands. Oh my god, your hands! They're so s-small. And sometimes cold...I can warm th-them up when they are...it's great.

S: Bill you're drunk

B: You're not letting m-m-me finish. You're so perfect. I fucked up...I messed up my chance with the most beautiful person ever. Stan?-

I hang up quickly. Richie calls me.

Richie

R: Stan he won't get out of the tree
B: Where's Stan?!
R: He's not coming, Bill. C'mon. You're gonna fall
B: I'm n-n-not coming with you!
R: Stan you gotta come man. He won't get out of the tree

S: I'm on my way.
I sigh hanging up.

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Yes he did quote Billie. Eilish. Let's pretend that isn't a song