A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

090 / Second Favorite

"You are my favorite Ben." I giggle as Bill elbows me in the side, his brows furrowed. "Second favorite sorry." I giggle.

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"C'mon Bill...don't fight just lay down." "You'll l-l-leave me..." he pushes away from me instead of pulling me closer.

"Bill! Calm down...please?" He stops struggling. "A-Are you gonna leave me?" "No Bill. I told you. I don't break promises."

"But-" "Calm down. I'm laying right next to you. I'm not going anywhere." He nods gently, snuggling his head under my chin.

A quick second later he falls asleep. "Damn..." I whisper pulling him closer. Falling asleep about ten minutes later.

— Saturday 2:06 am

"Because you just gave me a fucking black eye Richie!" "Baby I didn't mean to." He whimpers. Eddie stays silent, closing his door.

"Stan?" Bill was laying on his back, my back facing him.

He sits up gently. "S-Stan?" He says still a little bit intoxicated, I put my hand on his cheek gently. "I'm here." "Mmm." He whispers laying back down.

Guessing that's the end of that discussion. I fall asleep once again about ten minutes later.

—Saturday 3:30 pm

"Richie just let go." "I wanna apologize...for real. I didn't mean to." "There. Now let me go." "Eddie I can't do this without you. You know that."

Eddie stays silent. "I feel horrible without you. I hate messing with other people. I just want you." "Not the first time I've heard that." "I mean it Eddie. I really do."

The two go silent for a while, Bill opens my door, rubbing his eyes gently.

"You're awake." He grins slightly as I could the hickeys again. Fifteen. They're a bit faded but it's whatever.

"Good afternoon, Denbrough." I mutter stretching slightly. "Morning." He lays on top of me, his head rested on my chest.

"Let's go out to dinner later." "Sure why not..." "You okay?" "I got a headache...that guy called today." "The quarry guy?" "Yeah."

"Hmm. Okay. Let's go to dinner around seven." "Seems like a plan." He raises his head, kissing my forehead before climbing off.

"Come cuddle." He grins again, laying down beside me.

"I'm hungry." "Let's go have l-lunch." "You okay?" "It happens when I'm tired." "Oh..." "C'mon dummy." He pulls me up with him, my legs wrap around his waist instantly.

He carries me into the living room, gently plopping me down beside him. "I've got food." Ben let's go of Beverly's hand, handing us a bag.

"You are my favorite Ben." I giggle as Bill elbows me in the side, his brows furrowed. "Second favorite sorry." I giggle.