He's A Go Getter // R.T and S.U x Reader

"Make it count (pt. 4)"

As their last day of Vacation came, the Losers wanted to make sure they'd done enough for their trip to really count. The idea of leaving was not a happy one, but they did, for the most part, miss their families.

Today The Losers Club had a jam packed schedule that was overflowing with activities for the last 8 hours of being there. First, however, was breakfast. They were all down at the beach by 10 am without having eaten anything. Everyone was hungry, but Eddie was the most vocal zoe about it.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day you know." Eddie mumbles.
Richie smiles, "Didn't you have pills for breakfast? What was the main course? The blue ones?" He asked in an Italian accent that was half decent.
"Shut up!" Eddie pushed Richie slightly, trying not to crack a smile.
"My moneys on Eddie." Beverly whispers to (Y/n), who didn't quite catch what she'd said. The (e/c) eyed girl was looking right off into space, completely zoned out.
"E-earth to (Y/n)!" Bill said slightly louder, waving a hand in front of the girls face.
"Hi!" The (h/c) haired girl jumped a little, "Sorry, I was thinking."
"W-what about?"
"Nothing too important. And my moneys on Eddie too."

In the end, Richie did have to apologize to Eddie first. Ben, Mike, and Stan handed their money to (Y/n), Bill, and Beverly.
"Knew it." The red head smiled.
"I'm still hungry." Eddie complained, sighing.
"They have chocolate chip pancakes." (Y/n) suggested.
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"Same."
"Ditto."
"Yeah."
"Sounds good."
"Yes!"

After getting some huge ass pancakes, everyone was ready to set up their spot. Stan, who was the most reliable person there, had grabbed a sunshade tent from his garage before they left Derry.
"Good idea Stan the Man!" (Y/n) smiled, pulling her hair up (if your hair's not long enough or just doesn't work for a bun, that's ok too) into a sloppy bun/ponytail.
"Thank you." He beamed at her as she handed out water bottles.
"There's a live band here? Awesome!" Richie looked super excited to see the band up on stage, who was setting up.

(Y/n) was watching everyone with a subtle grin, just happy to see everyone getting along. Sometimes the girl would find herself having a moment of internal peace just watching her friends be happy.
"Are you ok?" Stan asked, looking at (Y/n) with furrowed brows.
"I'm just fine."
"You've been off all day (N/n)."
"What do you mean 'off'?"
"You're so quiet, and you look sad, and you're zoning out."
"I'm just conflicted. I don't know what I want, but I know I can't just make a choice so selfishly... and I would feel so terrible if I just ruined everything that you guys spend years building up an-"
"You're a good person, (Y/n). I trust your judgement." (Lol can't relate)
(Y/n) threw her arms around Stan, he held still for a moment, then hugging her back tightly.
"I'm just stressing." She whispers
"That's ok, but it's vacation. Relax." He whispers back.

They pull apart and Stan holds (Y/n)'s hand, walking her up to the stage, to stand close. They started playing (Fav song) and she beamed at Stan.
"Thank you."
"Always."

Once they'd heard enough of the band and were ready to get to another activity before actual lunch.
"How about we shop? We're only here for today, so we should go to the mall and get cool stuff." Beverly suggested.
"Yes!"
"I'm down."
"Sounds fun."
"Sure."
"Why not?"
"Ok."
"Yay!"

So, the Losers went down to the mall, where they found lots of cool stuff. Richie ended up buying an 'I ❤️ MILFs' shirt, much to Eddies disapproval. (Y/n) walked around the mall, not finding anything she really wanted, until she stumbled upon a little gold chain that had a pearl on it.
"You like it?" Asked a male voice.
"I do. It's so beautiful." The (H/c) headed mumbled.
"It's yours then. We've been looking to get rid of it anyways." He said sheepishly.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you so much...uhh.. I don't remember your name."
"I never told you my name."
"Oh, well, I'm (Y/n)."
"I'm Adrian. Nice to meet you."
"You too!"
"Could I get your number? I'm moving soon, but I'd love to get to know you."
"Sure." (Y/n) writes down her number on his hand. "Call me."

Adrian gives a big smile, and watches her walk out of the store. "Here's the 80 for the necklace." He said to Cassie, who simply shook her head.
"Simp." She said, trying to disguise it as a cough.

     (Y/n) found her friends at the food court, exactly where they said they'd be.
"Did you get anything?" Stan questioned.
"I did." Replied the (h/c) haired girl, showing him the necklace she'd just bought that was still in the box.
"It's gorgeous, do you need help putting it on?" He offered.
"I do, thanks for asking." She said, holding her hair up (if it's not long enough, ignore that)
Stan clasped the necklace into place, smiling at how happy she looked.
"So, what do you think?" She asked.
"Beautiful. I mean- it's- not that you're not- I just." Stan stumbled, causing (Y/n) to laugh.
"Thanks Stan." She smiled.

      A few hours later, and they were all packed up, ready to go. While nobody particularly wanted to leave, this wasn't their little town that they missed so dearly. (Y/n) was happy to go home. Not that she didn't love Florida, she'd just missed her mother, and her cooking.
"Bill, I can drive if you want. I'm wide awake." (Y/n) offers.
"It's o-okay. I'm not t-t-tired." He said, yawning.
"I got it. Go take a nap. I'll stay up here and drive."

     And she did. (Y/n) drove for about six hours, taking occasional bathroom breaks, and snack breaks. She had one of her old playlists on shuffle and the song, 'Can I Call You Tonight?' Came on, bringing a smile to her lips.

    She and Richie had danced to this song up in his room several times. The thought of Richie gave her mixed emotions. On one hand, she was always overjoyed to be with him, on the other, she wanted to be with both him and Stan. Oh Stan. He took such great care of her, and she really did adore the curly headed boy.

    However now was not the time to be daydreaming about boys, seeing as (Y/n) was supposed to be driving. She stopped thinking about it and turned the music up to kill her thoughts. It worked, but not for too long.

     Hi loves! I'm very sorry about not being able to update. It's been more than rough for me, but things are getting a lot better and I feel a lot more motivated. Thank you guys so much!

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