Bill hates you and I mean despises you. Bill always argues with you every change he gets. You two would argue about comics, movies, shows. Anything you can think of. But lately, Bill has been getting this weird feeling in his chest every time he's around you.

Bill would blush, stutter, avoid eye contact, and his hands would even tremble when you were close to him. The other members of the club would tease and mock Bill when you would leave, making him more embarrassed than he already was and would yell, sometimes attack them.

Right now, you and Bill were sitting on the roof of your car, which was parked by a cliff. The other members of the club were there but they said they were bored so they left. You both had some drinks and snacks with you guys as the radio you brought played some songs.

Bill sits there next to you holding a glass bottle of soda. He grips the bottle as he swallows nervously but tries to keep up his cocky attitude. "So, are you going to the Halloween parade?" He said, looking over at you. "I-I uh. I am. I mean and if you are too, we could always, you know, go together." He mutters, shrugging slightly before rubbing the back of his neck. "Although you probably have other plans-" He starts but you but him off.

"No, no, I'd like that." You say with a smile, looking over at him. Bill's eyes widen, his grip on the bottle tightens as he stares at you in disbelief. "Y-You're kidding." He clears his throat as he straightens, bringing back his cocky attitude. "I mean, right on."