Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

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Stan got to Bills house first. Surprisingly the other boy was there and remembered instead of being off in the town which would normally force Stan (and maybe Richie too) to wait outside in the cold, heat or storm.

Him and Bill had only just gotten to the patters room when someone can knocked at the door again. The teenagers stared each other down waiting to see who would break and go back to answer the door and that was how Richie had walked in. The situation was awkward and Richie Tozier did not normally feel awkward. The two friends stared each other down not noticing that the brunet was at the doorway shifting his weight awkward from left to right.

"Boys! Don't keep your friend waiting with your petty arguing." Bills mother yelled up the stairs. The two stopped their banter and looked towards the door to see a smirking Richie. A sigh escaped the two and Bill went to punch Richies shoulder for not telling them he was there.

The teens got to work soon after trying to finish as quickly as possible. As it was Friday and the project was due Monday. Plus Stan had reminded them this project was worth 30% of their final grade. Meaning if they got a bad mark there's not a lot they can do to make up for it.

In Richies opinion it was finished, and 10 minutes later Bill also agreed with that. The third person however kept finding this to fix and after another hour of working on this Bill and Richie were fed up.

"Stan it can't be anymore perfect. It's fine it's finished." Richie finally spoke up. Bill mentally sighed in relief, he had experience in telling Stan this and he didn't want to relive it again. Stan's head snapped up towards Richie the other two were surprised he didn't break his neck. His eyes were felt wth disbelief and that look when you talk back to you mother. It was terrifying and Richie regretted saying anything.

While Richie regretted it though, Bill was trying not to laugh. Seeing Stan beat Richie with a pillow and scold him because nothing is perfect and there's always room for improvement was hilarious. So he did what any good friend would do and he pulled out his phone and recorded the entire thing. 

"Bill stop videoing and help me!" Bill looked to Richie is horror as he dropped his phone and darted to the other side of the room but Stan followed which the pillow. The teen previously under attack picked up Bill's phone and kept recording. He now understood why Bill didn't help him. This was laughter inducing and terrifying at the same time. Eventually though Bills mother yelled at them to be quiet and Stan reluctantly stopped hitting them both pillows. 

They finally stopped working on the project and opted for snacks and a chill game of uno. It wasn't exactly chill but they were calmer so none of the adults downstairs complained. The three played until Richie rage quit and then decided to watch a movie until they fell asleep. First out was Richie and then Bill. Stan being the ever so responsible person, changed into his pyjamas. As he walked back to his pile of blankets and a pillow he stepped on something. Picking it up and sitting down he realized it was Richie's phone. 

The night sky was dark compared to the bright phone screen. Stan knew he should put it down but curiosity killed that cat and at the moment Stan knew he was the cat. The phone was opened in the messaging app already and Stan saw many messages failed to send. The sandy haired boy frowned at that, Richie wasn't a desperate person, if he lost someone he lost someone. So what was different?

He scrolled up a bit to see earlier messages and froze. The stars dancing in the sky almost tauntingly and Stan was jealous. They would never feel like this. It was an emotion Stan not the author couldn't describe in words. Betrayal perhaps? Not accurately enough. A tint of anger maybe, for not knowing sooner. All the clues were right in front of his face quit literally and yet he hasn't clued in or even considered it. Yes he hadn't made a big deal out of finding who anonymous was, though any fool would have been able to read between the lines and figure out it was Richie fucking Tozier.

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