Caught

Chapter 2: We're Finally Leaving

Stan's Pov:

I woke up and went downstairs. I didn't smell any coffee, so I assumed I was the first one awake. I went over to the kitchen and made some coffee for Bill, Richie, and myself. While the coffee was making, I went upstairs and started packing my clothes for the road trip. After I was done packing, I checked the time and it read, " 10:30".

"Shit", I mumbled to myself. Bill wanted to be up at 9:00.

I left my suitcase on the floor and ran to Bill's room.

"Bill, wake up", I said as I shook him gently.

Bill just mumbled something.

"Bill, get up, its 10:30", I whisper yelled.

Bill shot up, and gave me a stern look.

"I told you to wake me up at 9:00", Bill said.

Bill got up and pushed pass me. He walked over to his closet and grabbed an already packed suitcase.

" Did you at least wake Richie up?", Bill asked as he turned around.

"No, cause I thought you would have been up before me", I said.

I could already tell that there would be a fight coming. I hated when Bill was mad at me. Before Eddie moved away to god knows where, Bill was his normal self. Same with Richie. Before, he wouldn't be so distant to us. But now, he goes to parties and drinks almost every night. I'm honestly surprised that he hasn't got into drugs yet...or maybe he's already doing them. But of course, we wouldn't know.

" Stan, are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how long it's gonna take to get his hungover ass up? Just go wake him the fuck up. I'll be down in a minute." Bill said. He then pointed to the door.

I obeyed Bill's rules and went downstairs. I walked over to Richie.

" Rich, wake up" I said. Surprisingly he woke up pretty quick.

" I'm up. Did Eddie come yet?", Richie asked. I was so confused. Maybe he was dreaming.

"Rich, Eddies not coming. You must have been dreaming.", I said. I then walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some advil out of the cabinet. I then moved over to the sink and filled up a cup of water.

I walked back over to Richie and handed him the items.

He took the advil and chugged the water before handing me the cup back.

Bill came downstairs and went over to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and walked to the couch. He sat down, not saying a word to any of us.