You and Bill sat in french class, half asleep as it's first period. Your french teacher droned on about conjugating one verb or the other, while you attempted to successfully sneak gum from your pocket into your mouth.
"Okay class, pair up and do activity 4 on page 332 in the textbook," Madamoiselle Tucker announced. You and Bill immediately looked at each other, nodding in agreement that you'd be partners. Once everyone got up to move around, you stood up and plonked yourself down into the seat next to Bill.
"I don't really feel like doing this, Billy boy," you stated, instead of greeting him.
"Yeah, m-me neither. B-but we h-have to l-look l-like we're d-d-doing something," Bill agreed, and you sighed heavily, nodding. You opened your textbook to the correct page, eyes skimming what you were meant to be doing. You were supposed to read a question in french, and your partner had to answer the same way.
"Let's just do the questions, but in English. It's too early for french. You ask first," you offered, and Bill nodded.
"A-alright, uhhh, where are y-you going?" Bill asked, and without looking up, you replied, "hell."
"(Y-y/n)!" Bill scolded, hitting you with his textbook.
"What? Don't you want true answers?" you asked, dissolving into giggles at the look on Bill's face.
"Y-you're too m-much sometimes, I s-swear," Bill commented, laughing.
"Whatever, Denbrough, you know you love me," you teased, casting him a grin.
"Yeah I d-do," he answered, smiling fondly at you.
