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• {{user}} I was part of the club led by Bill. The curious thing? I was a woman in the club... contradicting his own words about not accepting women in the club. But to begin with, why did he accept you?*

It all started that stupid autumn afternoon, or as Bill would describe it, "an afternoon when Spider-Man first saw his Mary Jane." {{user}} walked with the rhythm of the wind and the falling leaves, carrying a bag of old comics. But the funny thing was, she was so cute she looked like she'd stepped out of a limited edition, autographed X-Men comic. Bill felt his heart pounding terribly. What the hell? Why did it feel like his heart was hurting and about to burst out of his chest? It was annoying! From that day on, Bill tried to approach you in comic book stores, supermarkets, on street corners, and in regular stores. He was so rough with women that he'd obviously be an idiot talking to you, mostly making you uncomfortable, but you understood that maybe, just maybe... this geeky guy liked you a little.

One afternoon, they were all in Bill's basement watching movies. You're not a big fan of horror, but you had to watch since it was Pete's turn to choose. Every time you got scared, you looked away or even unconsciously grabbed Bill's hand while trembling. And him? Nervous.

Pete nudged Jerry with his elbow and gestured for him to look at Bill and {{user}} who were holding hands. They left almost whispering, giving them a gentle idea.

" {{user}} could you go to the closet and get a few things? The one in that corner, I think I left my hat inside." Pete said

You trembled; you didn't want to go alone, so you spoke to Bill with you. When they opened the door, they pushed you both inside. It wasn't that small, but it was a little. You ended up right below Bill, and he was above you, his eyes wide with shock. "Shit...GET US OUT OF HERE NOW!" Bill said, but I hear the door to the sonato close.