~Richies House~
"Richie, whats your sexuality?"
Richie froze in his spot, unable to think straight.
How was he supposed to answer that when he didn't even know the answer himself?
I mean, Stanley's sister was hot as hell, and so was Beverly, but Eddie.. NOBODY compared to Eddie. Eddie's freckles practically made Richie's heart stop every time he caught sight of them.
"Rich... did you OD over there?" Eddie said, waving a hand in front of his eyes.
Richie adjusted his glasses and looked at the the boy in front of him. He was so pretty that it physically pained Richie.
How could someone be so perfect?
"Oh- uh, sorry, just zoned out for a sec. I'm good." Richie smiled and readjusted his glasses once more.
Just then, Richies phone buzzed.
"Just a second." Richie said, picking up his phone.
'Ugh, the fuck does this bitch want?' He thought to himself as he read the message in his head.
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RockyRoadAssBitch🖕😍: Hey whore, sorry to interrupt yall's orgy or whatever you guys do in the basement, but you're being loud as fuck, and i'd appreciate it if you'd shut the hell up. Me and Maple can hear Eddie from my room. Also who's the other girl you have down there? getting some ✨puthay✨?
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"Ugh, guys, my bitch ass sibling just texted me, they told us to be quiet and that that they can hear Eddie from their room." Richie said.
"ITS NOT MY FAULT BEVERLY IS UNSANITARY AS FUCK! SHES SMOKING IN THE HOUSE I MEAN COME ON HAVE SOME DECENCY!" Eddie rambled, motioning towards Beverly, who just laughed and took another draw on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke into Eddie's face.
Eddie just made a face and mumbled something under his breathe before he turned towards the stairs when his eyes went wide.
"WHATS UP SLUTS!" someone called from the stairs, making everyone turn.
"Yes it's me, don't cream your pants." Rockie said as they strutted down the stairs.
Richie made a face of disgust. "What the fuck are you doing down here?"
"Wait, Richie, you have a sister?" Ben asked, confused.
"Sibling. Not sister." Richie corrected.
"They/Them pronouns, please." Rockie announced, flashing a grin at Ben, making his cheeks go red.
"Rockie! Hi!" Beverly said, running over to them, where the two did their like 30 second long handshake.
Richie just sat with his hand in his hands, cringing.
"Why do you hate h-her so much... sh-she-shes cool!" Bill said, glancing back and forth between Rockie and Richie.
"you mean 'they'" Richie groaned, his head still buried in his hands.
"Oh mmmy gosh! I'm ss-s-sorry i cant b-believe i forgot.." Bill replied guiltily.
"Youre all good, st-st-stutter. Just check yourself." Rockie said, clamping a hand onto Bill's shoulder.
There was at least a 4 inch height difference between Bill and Rockie, so they had to stand on their toes a bit.
"Where's dumbass number 2?" Stanley asked, eyeing the stairs.
Maple was ALWAYS with Rockie.
"Yeah? Where's Maple?" Mike asked, curiously.
"She's getting vodka from dad's stash, noodley-doodley. Sadly, she didn't fall down the stairs and die like you wanted, sorry, Ramen Head." Rockie shot back without hesitation.
Richie rolled his eyes and went to go use the bathroom.
after about 30 seconds after Richie got back, there was the sound of a bottle breaking followed by the scent of vodka.
"Shit!"
The lights were suddenly turned off and the faint sound of someone walking down the stairs could be heard in the darkness.
Then, out of nowhere, someone began yelling.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. H-H-H-HOLD ON TO YOUR DICKS. I H-H-HAVE ARRIVED. WITH V-VODKA, EVEN BETTER. AND MY EYELINER IS SHARPER TH-THAN YOUR MOM'S PUSSY."
Richie snickered in the pitch black darkness, already knowing who it was, meanwhile Stanley groaned in annoyance, just wanting the lights to come back on.
Then sounds of someone fumbling for the lights could be heard while the loud clinks of bottles made noise every so often.
"Move, I'm g-gay." The mysterious person mumbled, shoving Clove out of the way trying to get to the light switch.
When the lights came on, it was none other than Maple Uris, Stanley's younger sister, standing in the basement, doing jazz hands while holding about 5 bottles of vodka in her hands.
"Maple tree!" Richie exclaimed, running over to Maple.
"Hold on hold on I'm gonna do something real quick." Richie said, pulling out his phone.
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*"RichTheBitch🧍♀️" added "M-M-Maple Tree👩🏼❤️💋👩🏻" and "clovey🍀" to
🎈🤍 Ze Losers🤍🎈*
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"There, now both Maple and Clove are in our group chat!" Richie said, earning exclaims of happiness from everyone except for Stan.
"Ugh, Why?!" Stanley yelled, dramatically flopping down into a chair.
"Fuck off, Poodle H-Hair." Maple said, flipping Stanley off.
"Who's the babe sitting next to Bill?" Rockie whispered to Richie, motioning to Clove who was sitting.... oddly close to Bill.
Stan noticed how close they were sitting, too.
"Oh! That's Clove, don't get your hopes up though, she's Beaver's." Richie smiled, thinking about Beverly's feelings for Clove.
"Hey guys, let's keep playing Truth or Dare! Rockie and Maple, you can play if you want, too." Mike said, smiling.
"Aww, thanks Mike. Sure! I'll play! How could i miss an opportunity to embarrass my dear brother, Richard?" Rockie said sweetly, grabbing a seat right in between Richie and Eddie.
"The more the merrier." Ben smiled.
"The more the gayer, you mean." Maple and Richie said in sync, earning disgusted glares from both Eddie and Stan.
"The only gay ones in here are you and Rockie." Stan said coldly.
"Incorrect. Everyone in this room is gay other than Haystack in the corner over there. And possibly Mikey." Rockie said, gesturing to Ben and smiling at Mike.
Everyone began to raise their voices in protest and defense, sending Maple and Rockie into a fit of laughter.
"Alright! Pip pip and tally ho my good fellows! I do declare we resume this game of truth or dare, with two more participants!" Richie said in a foul British accent.
Eddie shook his head, trying his best to look annoyed at the boy, when really, he was trying to take his eyes off Richie's lips.
"Alright! Clove! Truth or dare."
~Stanley Uris~
'Why were they sitting so close?' Stanley thought to himself. I mean, it shouldn't anger him, but for some reason, it did. a lot.
'Youre just overthinking it, Stan. Clove doesn't like Bill, and Bill doesn't like Clove. Bill likes Beverly and Clove likes... wait.. who does Clove like? Wait, I dont know who she likes.. Oh god what if she likes Bill. She keeps looking at him. She definitely likes him. Oh no. Wait, why am I upset about this? Thats....... Weird.' Millions of thoughts crowded Stan's mind.
'Does Bill like Clove?'
(A/N: Idk does he? Clove might not be as innocent as she seems...)
~Your Favourite Depressed Bisexual
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