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"Sometimes," Bill thinks, "sometimes this bitch is tiring." He walked to his locker, maintaining intense eye contact with Stanley Uris, who was standing next to the blue, dented locker, arm's crossed.
"By god, it's stuttering Bill! Gonna say a proper sentence anytime soon? Or did you never get past first grade, you illiterate fuck?" Stan smirked to himself, his comment obviously satisfying him. Bill groaned, "G-gonna call me an illi-illiterate fuck when you barely p-p-passed kin-kindergarten? Dumbass?"
Stan just stood there, mouth open as Bill bent down to put in his locker combination. Bill looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, "Like th-the view? I can sh-show you m-more if you want." He started grabbing the hem of his PE shorts, slowly pulling them down. The curly-haired boy ran back to his locker after that, his face red. Bill's face was red too, his thoughts being "oh god, why did I do that-" meanwhile, Stanley's thoughts were "oh god, why did I wait for him to do that-"
Either way, they were extremely embarrassed about the whole situation. They didn't show it on their faces though. Simply getting changed and (not) moving on. Bill waited for Eddie to finish changing, Richie started walking with Stan towards the exit. "Eddie I sw-swear you t-take so long to change, I-I could fix my st-stutter before you l-leave the locker room." The boy complained. "But Bill! There's so many people who touch this locker everyday! I can get AIDS from this shit!" Eddie chattered as he wiped the locker and put air freshener around the locker aisle.
As Eddie was going on about the dangers of getting Gingivitis, Bill simply smiled a small smile, and started folding the smaller boy's clothes. Eddie stopped to look at what Bill was doing, smiling like Bill, "Thanks, ya rat." Bill continued folding, replying with "Thanks, ya clown" both of them looked at each other, staying silent for a second before bursting out in laughter.
Richie and Stan walked by their locker, Eddie smiling, his laughter dying down, then doing a small wave to Richie. Richie smiling widely, doing finger guns back to Eddie. Stan and Bill were just staring each other down, trying to initiate a fight telepathically.
After they walked past, Richie turned to Stan. "That Eddie boy's cute, isn't he?" Stan opened the locker room exit, "yeah. I guess." "You seem to be staring at Bill a whole lot, got a thing for him or something?" The black-haired boy teased. "What? God, no. You know I'm straight, Richie." Richie shrugged, "doesn't seem so whenever you're with him, just saying!" After that comment, the trashmouth knew he'd get his ass beat. So he ran off to his next class, leaving Stan to think about it for a second. But then pushing the thought away. "Even if I was gay, I wouldn't like someone as bitchy as Bill." The boy then continued walking to his class.