Bill's p.o.v.
After I rode y/n home I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the only thing on my mind. I put my bike, silver, in the garage and went into my room. As I walked down the hallway my eyes wondered into Georgie's room. I hate passing his room. All his toys, his drawings, his clothes, make me so, depressed.
It's been a few years since Georgie disappeared. It's the hardest thing I ever had to go through.
But at least I have something to distract me,
y/n.
I want to tell y/n but I just don't know if I'm ready. I'd ball like a baby if I told her. I like her, a lot. I just don't want to mess it up.
"Bill, Bill! It's dinner, come down here! I've been calling you forever!"
"Sorry mom! C-co-coming!" I snap out of it and walk downstairs.
Y/N p.o.v.
Beep, beep, beep
I turned off my alarm.
6:00am. Ugh.
I did my regular morning routine; shower, change, makeup, you get it. My parent's would be going out to dinner so I had the house to myself tonight.
Usually I'd take my sweet time getting ready, but today was different.
Today I had friends.
Today I had Bill.
Just the thought of him gave me butterflies.
I walked downstairs, grabbed a piece of toast and walked out the door.
"Bye mum, love you!" I was just about to close the door when my mother responded.
"Wait sweetie, you're leaving so early! Why?" "No reason." I said.
I lied.
I was going to ride to Bill's house then ride with him to school.
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I made it to his house just in time. He hopped on his bike then looked up.
"Oh! You sc-scared me!" We both laughed. "Sorry, do you want to ride together?"
"Sure." He gave me a smirk. We both turned red and rode to school. I was riding behind Bill so he wouldn't notice me staring, but sometimes he would glance over his shoulder and turn around after he noticed me looking.
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We made it to school on time, unlike yesterday. We walked into the school together, went to our lockers and met up with the other losers before we went to class. We decided to go for a bike ride to the barrens after school and maybe get some ice cream.
I went to Mr. L's classroom with Bill again but this time we couldn't stop talking.
We were passing notes, joking, laughing, and even flirting a bit.
"You have such a p-p-pretty laugh." Bill told me as we giggled.
"Thanks." I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Mr. L told us to 'stop talking or he'd send us to detention' so we just passed notes and worked together on our algebra questions. Sometimes I needed help but instead of asking the teacher I asked Billy.
He was really smart, and super helpful. When he explained the question through his stutter I'd find myself getting lost in his beautiful eyes.
God he was cute.
Bill's p.o.v.
The bell rang for lunch.
I sat down at the usual table and waited for the other losers, especially y/n.
I don't know what it is about her, but she makes me so happy. I was looking around anxiously for y/n when Ben and Stan sat down.
"Who are you looking for Billy? Bill?" Stan said, partially laughing at how zoned out I was.
"Wha-what? Oh, n-no one..." I said while still searching the room.
"Is it y/n?" Ben asked.
"Why wo-would it be y/n? N-no way. Nu-uh."
I said shaking my head.
"It is, isn't it? Someone's got a crush on y/n!" Ben said raising his voice a bit. "Sh-shut up! What if s-she heard you?!" I punch his arm and Stan grew very quiet for some reason.
Soon after Eddie and Richie came to sit down. Then I saw them!
Y/n and Beverly. I waved like crazy until they saw my flailing hand. They made their way towards us and y/n took a seat next to me. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks so I turned my head a bit so she couldn't see me blush.
"He-hey y/n." I said, turning to her after my face cooled down. "Hi, I've missed you since Mr. L's class. That was fun!" We both laugh.
Y/N p.o.v.
Once again I was the first to my bike and I saw Richie and Eddie holding hands.
They noticed I saw and they blushed like crazy. They'd be so cute together.
Me and Bill rode behind the group again and just enjoyed the ride, that is until a blue car almost knocked Richie over.
"Watch where you're fucking going next time, asshole!" He yelled at the car.
It slowed down and started reversing towards us. "Richie! Why would you do that?!" Stan shouted.
"F-Fuck, it's Bowers." I heard Bill whisper. "Bowers?" I ask. "St-stay behind me." Bill demanded.
I didn't hesitate to jump behind him.
The car stoped as we stood closer together and 4 tall guys jump out of the car.
"Well, well, we'll. Look what we have here. The whole freak show!" The one with the mullet said followed by the laughter of the other 3. "Who's this boys? Another slut you picked up?" He asked, pointing at me.
"D-don't talk to h-her like that Bowers." Bill said, clenching his fists.
"L-l-l-looks like B-B-B-Billy's got a girlfriend!" The boys howl and hoot.
All of the sudden the leader, which I assumed was Bowers, took out a switch blade from his back pocket.
"Who's fist?" He grins.
"Maybe B-B-Billy, Henry. We should cut off his lips so he doesn't talk back like that!"
They laugh as they grabbed Bill.
"Let him go! Please! Please don't hurt him!" I say as my eyes start to water. They all paused and looked at me.
"You want your boyfriend back, huh? Here ya go!" Henry said as they threw him onto the concrete and started kicking him in the stomach. Me and the losers started shoving them off Bill and running away but Henry grabbed my arm. He squeezed it so tight it was cutting off my circulation. Then, Bill did something I never would have expected.
He stood up and punched Bowers right in the nose. To protect me. Me. If I didn't have a crush on him before, I definitely did now.
We all hopped on our bikes and rode away as Bowers fell to the ground. I could see Bill was in pain so I told him to come to my house and he agreed.
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Once we got inside I led Bill to my room and sat him down on the bed.
"Where are your p-parents?" He asked. "They're out on a date. They should be home in a couple hours. Stay right here, I have to get something."
I ran downstairs and grabbed a frozen bag of peas from the freezer and made my way back to my room. I lifted his shirt without thinking and placed the bag on the bruised area. My face started to turn red, as did his.
"Sorry.." I giggle nervously.
"I-it's okay." He replied. He hissed at the pain as I placed the bag on his bruised stomach.
I felt the silence became too much so I started a conversation.
"So, what's your, uh, family like?" I made up the question on the spot. He looked at me with a panicked look on his face, like he was scared I asked him that.
"Uhm, m-m-my f-family is g-good." He looked down at his feet. "Do you have any pets or siblings?" I tried to get him to talk more.
"C-c-could I have water if it's not too m-much to ask?" He asked. I nodded my head and went to the kitchen to get his drink. I knew he didn't want to talk about his family so I wouldn't push it. I soon returned with his water.
"Thank you. And for th-the peas too."
He chuckled.
We went downstairs and I sat down next to him as I turned on the TV. A few minutes into the show I slowly felt something tickling my hand. I looked down to see that Bill was trying to hold my hand. I let him and we just sat there for 20 minutes or so, hand in hand. After the show was over I looked at Bill.
"We should get you home. Does your stomach feel better?" "Yeah, th-thanks again." He said slowly letting go of my hand to stand up.
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I helped him to his bike and I rode with him to his house. I hugged him at his front door. I felt so safe and protected as he held me.
I rode home with nothing but a dumb smirk plastered on my face.
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