080 / Best Friend

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"You're my best friend y'know."

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(This is gonna have like 90-100 parts so yeah)

My eyes flutter close in his arms.

—Bill's POV

His eyes flutter close as I look down slowly to tell him something. "Oh..." I smile gently, kissing his cheek before picking him up bridal style.

As I lay him down he sits up slightly. "Bill?" "Hmm?" "Come lay with me..." "Give me a sec..." he nods laying back down and falling asleep instantly.

I slide my jeans off, sliding pajama pants on. And taking my shirt off. I stare at myself in the mirror.

Fifteen hickeys. From Stan. The one. The one I want. The one that makes me smile. The one I wanna kiss all over.

As soon as I lay down he snuggles into my chest. My arms wrap around him gently. I kiss the top of his head. I feel him smile.

"Oh shut up." I whisper. He giggles quietly. "Well I think it's- never mind." His sleepy voice making my heart flutter.

"No what we're you gonna say?" I chuckle. The only reason I ask for him to continue his sentences is to hear his voice. Not because I care for what it's about. His voice is sweet like honey.

"Nothing. Night." "Night bunny." I raise his chin up gently. The little light we get from the moon gives a little twinkle in his eyes. I kiss him gently.

"You really like doing that don't you?" "Maybe." I chuckle kissing him again. "Hmmm." "What is it?" "Nothing." He giggles snuggling his head underneath my chin. My heart flutters, leading it to start beating faster.

Pure bliss fills my veins. Making me smile. "Night Stan." He doesn't reply. A small snore makes me smile wider.

—Friday morning

My eyes flutter open to his soft snores. I admire his face. His light freckles making my cheeks red. I kiss his lips gently.

"Bill? What time is it?" He rubs his eyes gently, reaching across me for his phone. "Most likely time to get up." "I don't wanna." Once again. His sleepy voice giving me butterflies.

"C'mon. Let's get up." "I really don't wanna go to school." "It'll be okay. I'll make sure no one makes fun of you." "You're my best friend y'know." My breathing hitches.

I haven't heard those words in a long time.

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