tag, you're it ― bill denbrough [it]

Part 17

"HOLY SHIT, WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Eddie screamed, when resulted in a glare from the ice cream vendor. "Sorry!" Y/N said with a blank look on her face. "Either way, there's nothing we can really do about it, now can we?" Y/N said, and Mike nodded quickly. 

"W-W-Well, maybe, w-w-w-we could have a sleepover a-a-a-at my house today?" Bill said, trying to clear the air of all that murky stuff. Y/N shook her head. "Well, Bevvy can't come then, as it's a boy's house, her Dad would never let her-" "-or we could come to your house Y/N!" Beverly exclaimed excitedly. 

Y/N shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, that works for me," she said. She knew her parents wouldn't mind, they were pretty open with her inviting friends over, as long as they didn't cause a ruckus in the house, but they were way to mature to do that anyway. "Works for me and Eddie, we were supposed to have a sleepover anyway." 

"Well, I'll be off now, I can't come anyway," Mike said, and Y/N squeezed his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said with a sad smile. He just shrugged, he didn't seem like he minded a lot. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll see you guys tomorrow I presume?" he asked, and they all nodded. "Can I just use your phone to call my Dad, really quick?" Beverly asked the man selling the ice cream. He nodded, turning the phone over. The rest of the Losers just sat there, staring into space while she called her Dad. As she put the phone over, she exclaimed "I can come!" and Y/N laughed. "Then, my good fellows, let us be off!" Richie said, pulling himself away from the table and everyone followed. 

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When they reached Y/N's house, her Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch, watching what seemed to be a movie. "Hi sweetie, how-oh- you've brought the whole zoo with you!" her Mom exclaimed with a smile and laugh. She smiled back. "I was wondering if we could have a...sleepover?" she asked, hoping with her whole heart she'd say yes. "Of course. As long as you don't cause a ruckus, hmm?" she said sternly, and they all nodded. Y/N kissed them both on the cheek as she lead everyone upstairs. "Want one from me too Ms. Y/L/N?" Richie said, laughing, and Y/N nudged him in the ribs, before leading everyone upstairs again. 

"Wow Y/N, you have quite the room!" Stanley said. "Thanks, it took my Dad hours to finish everything," she said. Meanwhile, Richie was going through everything in her room. When he came across her game called "Truth or Dare," he immediately pulled it out. "Oh fuck, Richie, not Truth or Dare, AGAIN," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. Beverly, on the other hand, who still was in the dark about what happened the other day, lit up. "Why not? It's fun!" she said, and Y/N groaned, looking at Bill, who snorted a little. Surprisingly, Richie was the first to go, and Y/N was quick to pick a dare for him. "Jump out of my window," she said, laughing, a cheeky smile on her face. "W-W-But, that's like a 8 foot drop!" he exclaimed. 
She just shrugged. "Too bad. You picked dare. Now go," she said, opening the window for him. He gulped, looking down. "I am getting you back for this, Y/N/fucking/L!" as he jumped down with a scream. Eddie was the first to run down to the window, where Richie was sprawled out on the grass, laughing. "Fuck, Y/N! Do you know what could've happened to him? He could've broken something! American healthcare sucks! That would have taken literal months to heal! I swear-" and Beverly rolled her eyes, placing a hand over his mouth. "Gosh, Eddie, stop overthinking! Richie, take the ladder on the side of her window to climb back up here!" 

As Y/N and Bill helped stabilize the ladder, she was quick to ask him what had been on her mind for a while. "Hey, you okay? You've been pretty quiet, which is pretty unlike you," she said, a worried look on her face. He met her expression with a small smile. "I'm f-f-fine, just happy we're okay with e-e-e-each other a-again," and she smiled. But while talking, they started losing their grip on the ladder, and were too caught up in their own conversation to hear Richie screaming. "Y/N! Bill!" Stanley screamed, finally catching their attention as he pointed in horror to the window. They flipped back, seeing the ladder, which was about to topple down, with Richie on it. 

Bill quickly grabbed Richie's hand, stabilizing the ladder. "Holy shit, Bill, good catch!" Y/N exclaimed, as she outstretched her hand to the ladder, pulling it back to the window and pulling Richie out as well. As Richie stood back up, he gave them the most annoyed look ever. "You fuckfaces almost killed me! You're lucky I'm not suing you. 'Richie Tozier, sues Y/L/N and William Denbrough!', how would that sound?" he said, as he walked back to the bed, where everyone else was laughing. "It's not funny, really! Maybe I will sue you guys now!" he exclaimed, but he was unable to hold his giggles in any longer and collapsed into a laughing fit. Y/N was laughing so much that her stomach started hurting. 

"Anyway guys," let's continue, Beverly said, as she sat back down on the floor. "You guys continue, I'm just going to the bathroom for a minute," Y/N said, as she stood back up to walk to the bathroom. 

Y/N really had no intention of actually going to the bathroom, she just had to make sure she looked okay. Of course, okay, for Bill. Looking in the mirror, she smoothed out her soft, shiny hair, pushing it behind her, and re-applied some lip gloss, before pushing them together to blend it in better. She gave a quick smile to the mirror, before opening the door again. But when she opened the door, she stopped in her tracks, frozen. What met her eyes made her cover her mouth, choking back a sob. 

There, standing right in front of her, was Bill. Bill and Beverly. 

Kissing. 

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More drama, I'm sorry, I'll stop now. Don't worry, I love my ideas for this story :), I know Y/N and Bill have been distant for the past few chapters, but that will just make their love for each other stronger at the end of the day! Remember to vote, and comment any ideas or suggestions you have! Also, thank you so much for almost 200 views, 35 votes! It means a lot. 

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