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#Protect Eddie 

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one : party for one

“Have you heard about the new kid?” Richie slams his tray almost too hard that it makes Ben spills his banana juice, well, on his lap of course. Not a great way to start your Monday but it’s Richie we’re talking about. Bev notices the small frown on his face, making her way to clean it up for him with her handkerchief in the middle of the ruckus. The absolute adoration on Ben’s face surely makes the girl blushes into countless shades of pink, making her freckles almost shining.

Little did they know, someone’s eyes are staring right at them, jealousy fills his chest. Bill sighs, as soft as possible, forces a smile through his cheeks. He’s happy for them, he surely does, he just can’t get over the day when Ben confessed about the postcard. Sometimes he will question himself whether they’re really friends or it’s just him being a total coward by living in someone’s love story. And sometimes he would come into a conclusion, he’s a terrible friend; both to Ben and Bev.

He’s sucks and he knows it.

Again, he sighs, a bit heavier than he supposed to. His breathe hitches as he could feel a nudge on his arm, Stan smiles, “you’re alive?” He chuckles, nodding lightly before stuffing the untouched fries on his tray. It used to taste good before, he thought silently, totally uninterested in their conversation about the so called new kid in the block. Bev and Ben used to be there before, the new kid labels, so what’s the big deal with the other new kids?

“Hey, Big Bill.”

“Billy, darling.”

“Mr. William Denbrough!”

Bill snaps, his head slips from his chin, hitting the table in the end. They all burst into a fit of laughter, earning glares from the guy. “W-W-What is it, trashmouth?” he groans, rubbing his forehead. Richie fake rubs the tears off his eyes, wrapping his slender arm around the irritated teen, “the sleepover, man! It’s your turn this weekend and we’re planning to have a movie marathon!” Bill scoffs in reply, totally forgot about the plan as if they’ve never done it countless times before. He lifts his shoulders as a shrug, “a-as long as it’s suitable f-for everyone, we’re good.” They all look at each other, except for Richie, “what do you mean by ‘suitable’, Mr. Denbrough? Aren’t we all too old for that now?” Richie plays with his stupid voice, flirting with Bill as the rest of them are dying from holding their laughs. Bill rolls his eyes, “f-for the sake of m-my brother, please, stop p-p-playing some stupid make out scenes that will j-just turn you on and try it on Eddie f-for the whole night.” They all cracked again, except for Eddie who’s already turning red. Bill shakes his head, reminiscing the day as he points his book at Richie, “the l-last time you did it, I swear t-trashmouth, G-Georgie almost shit in his pants.”

Richie rubs his neck sheepishly, hitting the stuttering boy on his arm, “hey, I thought it’s just going to be in between us! You betrayed me!” Bill snorts as he’s packing, “n-never said I’m going t-to keep promise anyway.” That’s what he said but he’s been keeping millions of secrets to himself, which mean Tozier has a good excuse to leave his secret all to Bill, just not for this time. Bill has no problem in letting people spill their secrets on him, with his stutter, not that he can spill them all at once anyway. Bill waves at them, not even looking back and disappears through the empty corridors by himself. He usually walks back home with the losers’ but today, he feels like being alone. Most of time actually but he doesn’t want to make it too obvious, afraid that they might think he’s been hating them or else but seriously, that’s not the problem. It’s just him needing some affection, attention and... Man, he doesn’t even know what he really wants at this time.

Maybe he just need some sleep, he guessed. It’s indeed had been a tiring week, with all the assignments and homeworks. He looks down, there he can clearly see the chocolate stain that he accidentally spilled on his Vans on the last day of assignment week. He recalls that night as he shrieked like his grandma, causing his whole family came and barged in his room, expecting him to get murdered or robbed. He’s going to embrace that day forever and he kind of has the feeling of Georgie is ready to blackmail him.

Bill reaches the exit but stops immediately. How long has he been spacing out that he doesn’t realised it’s pouring rain outside? Gosh, probably since the rest of the day. He runs his fingers through his hair in irritation, clearly has no idea what he should do now. The losers’ probably have extra umbrellas but he doesn’t want to take the risk of going back to the third floor just for a freaking umbrella. Maybe he should just call them. He slips into his pocket, calling for ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ but he didn’t pick it up. He tries again until a small figure in front of him almost made him tripping, “w-what the...” He steady himself, trying to take a better look of the person and that when he could feel soft tingles in the pit of his stomach. His burning hazel gaze melt into her ocean one. Tiny and soft freckles almost too invisible but he manages to capture each of them, perfectly.

Bill blinks, and so does her. They both blinks, both drown into each other gazes until she breaks it with an awkward line of smile across her lips, brightening the whole room, well at least for Bill. “Sorry if I scares you. I didn’t know you were on the phone...” she rubs her temple awkwardly, pupils are shaking as she turns her gaze outside. Bill shakes his head, shoving the phone back into his pocket, ignoring the incoming calls, “n-no, i-i-it’s o-okay... w-w-what is i-it?” Bill feels like choking himself right now. Great, now his stutter is going to ruin everything. The girl hesitates at first, but eventually has her time to muster up her courage back and reaches out the umbrella in her hand, “I saw you’re standing alone here so I hope you don’t mind we’re going back together and share this umbrella..?” she chuckles nervously, and with Bill continuously staring at her and the umbrella, she’s close to cry out of embarrassment.

A small smile stretches across his lips as he nods lightly, “I-I don’t mind a-and t-t-thank you s-so much.” The girl’s face glint in excitement, more like a relief excitement he supposed. She sighs, “gosh, for a second I thought you’re going to ditch me.” It cracks Bill’s up at how fast she changed; from a sweet and shy pumpkin to a Bev 2.0. Wait, did he just compared a stranger with Bev? “I’m Jennifer, by the way. I, uh, don’t have any nickname so just call me anything you’re comfortable with. And yeah, I’m the new kid on the block,” she becomes insecure again, making Bill frown inside. With those beautiful eyes, adorable freckles and that bright smiles, she doesn’t deserve to be insecure at all. As much as Bill wanted to tell her that, he still needs to stay calm and as gentle as possible or else he’s going to scare her away. He returns her with a wide smile, reaches out his hand, “I-I-I’m William D-Denbrough but p-people tends t-to stick w-with B-Bill. A-And,” he sighs, “i s-s-sttuter a l-l-lot...” She chuckles, caught Bill in surprise, “Bill? Like stuttering Bill? That’s a real nickname you got there.” Bill just don’t know what to reply but his body is burning when she took his hand in hers, sending tingles all down to his stomach in just a span of 10 seconds.

“J-Jennie,” Bill stutters. “Hm?” she tilts her head but the smiles never fades away that it’s eating Bill’s guts away. He scoffs, “c-c-can I call you J-Jennie?” Her eyes widened, eyes blinking rapidly. Bill gulps, thinking where he said it wrong but before he could apologize, Jennie’s lips breaks into the widest grin he ever witnessed, taking his oxygen to its last bits. “Jennie,” she lets the new nickname rolls on her tongue and she likes how perfect it feels against her tongue. Bill scoffs again, “i-it’s a win-win. W-We’re b-both have our n-n-nicknames n-now.”

They look at each other, both burst into laughter upon realising about the nicknames. They just met today and here they are, having their first time conversation about creating nicknames. Are they supposed to be weirded out or amazed by the sudden bond they just created in the power of nicknames?

They don’t mind either way.

They really don’t.

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