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After math class they had a half an hour break before their next class which is English. Richie mentally smiled, a perfect time to approach Stan.

He just had to wait 3 more periods until Math. The teenager hated waiting, at the moment however he could wait years before he had to talk to Stan. That was a lie in itself. Richie could barely last a few days without speaking to the other. Since when did he fall so hard for an antisocial bird watcher?

Stan had been dreading school more than usual in light of recent events. It was hard to avoid someone who was in most of his classes but somehow he made it work. He just had to distance himself from Bill as well.

A couple months ago this would have been a bigger issues then it is now. However Brandon was his friend now so he wasn't completely alone. Stan was grateful for him. He was grateful for a friend that wouldn't ask questions or force him to do anything he didn't want (maybe he did want to but Stan would never admit that).

Brandon knew something was wrong. He had seen Richie and Stan grow closer at school then suddenly Stans back to avoiding the other like the plague. It seemed even though this wasn't the typical high school drama that all the popular kids had, it was just as confusing. Perhaps even more.

"I'm going home for break. I forgot my assingment for English there. See you after." Brandon waved goodbye as he walked the opposite way down the overly crowded hallways. Stan waved back and stood awkwardly before following the sea of teenagers. The sandy haired teen didn't know where he was going, but anywhere with a lot of people was better than being alone when Bowers and his gang came out of class.

Stan felt a hand wrap around his for arm and drag him away from the rest of the students. His mind fogged up, the touch was familiar but strangely new. Did he know this person? A door closed and a lock clicked shut, which was enough to snap Stan out of his daze and look at the other.

Stans blood ran cold.

Richies face heated up.

Both of their hearts started beating faster. Neither of them were ready for the conversation that was about to happen. Then again if they were to wait to be ready, skeletons would have had to speak.

"What do you want." The way Stan said that wasn't like a question. They both knew why they were there.

Stan could tell Richie was nervous. The dark haired teen fiddled with the edges of his sweater and couldn't hold Stans gaze for longer than a few seconds.

Stan pursed his lips, he was just as nervous as well. He couldn't predict the outcome of this, there was no probability or anything to go off to that might indicate weather the result is positive or negative.

"Let me speak please." Richie said softly. Stan nodded and a lump settled in Richies throat. There were so many emotions that couldn't be expressed with words and Richie wasn't an English major. He wanted these feelings to make sense when he told Stan. Yet they still didn't make sense to himself.

He had heard a saying once. 'We'll burn that bridge when we get to it.' Its a combination of 'We'll cross that bridge when we get to it' and 'we'll burn that bridge'. It implies that you'll wait for a situation to happen, but when it does you'll mess it up. Richie felt like he was burning the bridge right now.

"When we first started talking it was for a mutual benefit," Richie started slowly. "And I know we agreed on a lot of rules like no feelings mostly as a joke."

"You broke almost all the rules." The glare Richie sent at Stan shut him up.

"As I was saying, I don't think I got feelings for anonymous first. I think it was you. You were so damn interesting, so different from everyone in this lame town. Somehow you made my day brighter which is cheesy as fuck but it's true. Then anonymous, I fell very hard. It was confusing but hey! They're the same person I'm not a compete dumbass." Richie ended with a signature Richie Tozier smirky grin. Stan rolled his eyes but thought on all of what Richie had said.

All the words were out their yet it was never enough. Neither could deny their feelings any longer but to tell the other seemed impossible for Stan. Richie had done it though, and Stan wasn't about to let the Trashmouth beat him at something.


A/N: I'll publish the last chapter tomorrow:)

Also for PAA I did beading and look I did a bee!!

Also for PAA I did beading and look I did a bee!!

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