Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

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When Bill woke up to his phone obnoxiously ringing at 1am, he wasn't expecting it to be Richie.

"What d-do you need?" Bill said tiredly. He internally cringed at his own voice.

"Bill I don't know what to do." Richie replied. Bill could tell he had either cried or was on the verge of crying by how unsure his friends voice sounded. Bill grabbed a notebook he kept in his bedside table from cases like it. It was labeled as a Math book, however in reality it was a guid to help his friends during their mental breakdowns. You would be surprised how many times Bills friends have called him in the middle of the night and needed help.

Bill was always there for them though. Never once had he not answered or aided the situation and this time was no different. First he made Richie explain the situation calmly. Sometimes asking him to repeat himself. It always helped Richie understand the things when he repeated it. The next step was too ask him what he needed. May that be comfort, advice, reassurance, or in the not so rare case needing to talk Richie out of doing something.

"I don't know." Richie said. Well now they were all fucked.

"Elaborate." Bill was slowly waking up the longer the conversation went on. His sleepy brain was taking too long to process information. Stan was anonymous, or Richie was anonymous, or both Bill guessed.

"What the fuck do I do?" Richie began. "I fell in love with a guy who hates my guts. A guy who KNOWS I like him and is ignoring me. Where did I mess up where did I go wrong? Well I know where I went wrong but I don't fucking know how to fix it." Richie had never been one to show his real emotions. He preferred being the 'class clown' or making his friends laugh or be disgusted with his crude humour. Richie didn't like being sad, he liked filling the gaps with stupid jokes or puns.

Yet Bill was so easy to talk to. Richie never worried he would say the wrong thing around the teen. When Richie came out Bill was the first person he told, and Bill accepted it right away. Even now, when Richie is confessing to liking Bills friend, all Bill wants to do is help him.

"You need to t-talk to Stan ag-gain." Bill said after a minute of silence. Richie breathed out a laugh, no shit Sherlock. Richie had known from the beginning he needed to, did he want to? No. That's why he had called Bill. To see if he had an outside the box idea in which Richie wouldn't have to confront anyone.

The conversation soon faded out as the two said their goodbyes. All the words floated through Richie's mind as he plugged in his almost dead phone. Every syllable having the same meaning, just telling him in different ways. All this drama in the name of love.

He would need a plan. Find a time when he could get Stan alone and have no way out of it. If there was a slight chance Stan could get out, the teenager would find it. If that happened then Richie knows he could never work up the courage to face Stan again.

If I can even find the courage now, Richie shook the thought out of his head. He needed to concentrate and not worry. Overthinking leads to bad decisions or chickening out. Richie learned from past experiences which he would rather not repeat.

However, if he went in without a plan. Stan wouldn't be able to make a plan to get out if Richie didn't even know what he was doing. The dark haired teen could work with this plan-not-plan.

All he had to do was wait until tomorrow, which was frankly the hardest part. Patience was a bastard, but it would all be worth it if it worked out how Richie hoped it would. All he had to do was hope.

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