Twenty-Eight

                                    

                                          
*Short Chapter*
*Bill's POV/Earlier*
Stanley leads me out of the house. "I'm gonna go sit in the car." He smiles. "O-Okay. I'll come with." I smile back, he nods and gets in the car.
                          
"So h-how long have y-" He cute me off with a soft but simple kiss. "St-Stanley?" "I-I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I-" I kiss him back, more passionately.
                          
"It's okay." I say in between kissing him. 
                          
Quickly I pull him atop of my lap, he moans ever so slightly as I grip his waist. 
                          
Soon Richie and Eddie knock on the windows, making Stanley squeal in between kissing. "Sh-shit. Hurry." "Mother fucker, move." "I-I'm sorry." "Move!" 
                          
He raises his voice and climbs off my lap, pulling his pants on and shirt once Eddie opens the door. Nobody hears Stanley raise his voice. 
                          
My eyes start to water. I wipe them away and stay in the seat I'm sitting in. 
                          
Richie can see through my lies, I'm not okay....not at all.