Wayfarer [Bill Cipher x Reader] [REVISED]

Chapter Nine: Don' Threaten Me with a Good Time

You chuckled. "Glad to know. Well, then, whatever the heck you're planning on doing with that degree, I hope it doesn't involve any drugs, or you're screwed."

"Yeah, no, no worries on that front. I'm planning on becoming an environmental therapist, anyways, so no drugs." He frowned. "At least, not coming from my end. There might be some substance abuse counseling stuff, but no drugs from me."

"An environmental therapist, huh? That sounds pretty dang specific. Want to tell me about why you picked that?"

He smiled. "Well, it's kind of a long story. You see, when I was a kid..."

The sky had melted into a rich blood orange as your conversation progressed, and as the night wore on, your talking grew louder and more giggly by the hour, as had the conversations on the lawn. At the moment, Spencer was regaling you with one of his stories, his face contorted in mirth.

"—and so I told him, Jordan, what do you think I am, the gay version of a Jehovah's Witness? You think I'm going door to door, handing out pamphlets about the joys of taking it in the ass? No! I'm not interested in 'converting' you. Get over yourself!"

You doubled over, wheezing. "Oh, my god! You really said that? Right to your TA's face?"

Spencer howled. "You bet I did! And—"

A holler from across the lawn pierced the air, cutting Spencer off. The two of you turned to look in the direction of the swimming pool, around which a large number of people had gathered.

"Hey!" A shout, this time from the house, rang out. A small girl with an Afro bigger than her head stepped out from behind the sliding glass doors, clad in Spiderman pajamas. "Spencer, tell your crazy friends to keep it down! I'm trying to sleep!"

"Ah, fuck. These drunk idiots," Spencer mumbled under his breath. "Sorry, Janie!" he called out to the girl in the Spiderman pajamas. "I'll get them to shut up, I swear."

"You better!" Janie shook her fist at him. "Stupid brothers and their crazy loud friends..."

"Was that your sister?" you asked Spencer as Janie retreated back into the house, shaking her head. "She seems pretty young to be up this late. How old is she?"

"Like, thirteen." He sighed. "And, evidently, she's gotten that teenage grumpiness down pat already. My mom's going to give me hell for keeping her up... Oh, well." He groaned and rose from his seat. "Better go get those guys to shut up, I guess."

The two of you exited the patio and made your way down to the small crowd that had formed at the pool's edge. Loud whispering passed like a current through the people gathered there, and the air hummed with excitement.

"Hey, what the heck is going on here, guys? You're being loud as fuck. Keep it down before the cops get called on us, okay?" Spencer called out to the crowd. "Honestly, you guys!"

At the sound of his voice, several people turned around and looked at him, grinning. "Oh, Spence!" one of them slurred. "I'm glad you're here, dude! The action's about to get started, ya know?"

"The... action?" Spencer muttered. "What the hell are you talking about?" He began to shove his way into the crowd, with you following suit. "What the heck is going on?"

The two of you pushed your way past the loose ring of people, brows furrowed. Then, you gasped.

In the pale blue glow of the pool, Bill and another guy circled each other. The other guy, his face the color of a cherry tomato, screamed. "Say that again. I fucking dare you to say that again, you—you piece of shit!" He wobbled as he stood, swaying on his feet.

Bill laughed. His grin, so wildly lopsided, seemed to have been knocked askew, and a strong flush covered his cheeks. "Or what? You're gonna hit me?" He threw his head back and roared. "Like ya got the guts, Jeremy, you spineless, worthless—"

Jeremy's fist slammed into Bill's face. Bill crumpled to the pavement. You screamed as the two slammed into the ground, a flurry of teeth and limbs.

Bill bit Jeremy's arm, causing him to hiss and fall back. He jabbed his elbow at Jeremy's face, only to miss by an inch, and Jeremy kneed Bill in the shin. Bill fell over, howling as Jeremy slammed Bill's face into the concrete.

"Holy shit!" Spencer gasped. "They're going to kill each other! (Y/N), come on!"

The two of you ran and seized the boys by the arms, straining to contain them. They writhed and squirmed in your grasp, hissing and grunting. "Lemme go!"

"No, you idiot! Sit down, you're going to—"

A surge of movement practically swept you off your feet as Bill lunged at Jeremy. He slammed into him, dragging you along like a rag doll. Jeremy collapsed under the weight of you, Bill, and Spencer, tumbling backwards.

The water collided with your face, almost knocking the breath out of you. A swell of terror filled you as a heavy, floundering mass pinned you down. Air! Air! You almost screamed.

You kicked sideways and then, the weight on top of you disappeared. You clawed your way to the surface. You took in deep, raggedy breaths, sputtering as the others surfaced.

As your vision began to clear and your heart rate began to drop, the sensation of wet, clinging clothes began to sink into your skin. You looked down. Your whole outfit was soaked... and so was your purse. Your heart rate rose again. Oh, shit! Your phone! Your souvenirs! Everything! All wet!

A surge of anger flooded you. These idiots! Spinning around, you grabbed Bill's arm and yanked him towards you.

"Alright, party's over, asshole!"

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