Losers' Club// one shots and smut

Lunchbox Friends|RT+SU

Stan sat at the table of the cafeteria, slowly nibbling on his sandwich his mom packed before sending him off. He watched as a few kids played outside, screaming and laughing as they ran around.

He was suddenly snapped out of his trance when a hand quickly reached into his lunchbox and rummaged around. His eyes trailed up the arm and met large blue eyes looking down at him through his thick rimmed glasses.

The bigger boy looked up at Stan, blue meeting blue, and gave a big and obnoxious smile. Stan noticed his front tooth was missing, giving the boy a dopey-er look than he already did. "Hey, is it okay if I have this?"

Stan's red apple was being held in the ravenette's dirty hands. "Sure, what's your name?" Stan asked, taking another bite out of the sandwich. The taller boy smiled and took a seat next to Stan, wiping the apple on his shirt.

"My name's Richard. What 'bout you?" Richard asked, taking a large bite out of the apple. Stan grimaced slightly at the juice that squirted in his direction, but ultimately let it go. "My name's Stanley, but my Mommy calls me Stan."

The other boy nodded, swallowing the apple he had been chewing on. "I don't have a second name. Can you give me one?" The taller boy's eyes glistened with hope as he looked over at his, hopefully, new friend.

Stan tilted his head to the side and nodded. He looked over Richard and thought of many names he thought would be cute. "Chee." Stan decided, a cute smile washing over his face.

"Chee?" Richard asked, his nose wrinkling in the middle. Stan gave an affirmative nod, a giggle coming after. Richie sighed and gave a smile back. "Well, I wanna call you Bubba."

Stan nodded, smiling at Chee as he took the final bite of his lunch.

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"Chee, I swear to fuck, I will hurt you if you don't fall before I can." Stan threatened, watching his friend climb up a tree. A cat sat at the edge of the branch, meowing as if it was gonna die if it didn't get down. 

Richie looked down at the blonde and scoffed before scooting more up the branch. "I'll be fine Bubba. And if I do fall, I'll have a sexy guy to take care of me." Richie winked, Stan's face dusting with a bright blush. 

He looked back up as Richie was grabbing the black fur ball and cradling it in his arms. He carefully shuffled down the branch, jumping off when he was close enough to the ground.

The taller teen looked down at the blonde as he approached, a smile gracing both of their faces. "See," Richie started, looking down at the cat and scratching it's head.

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"I told you I had it." Richie finished, showing Stan the notebook the blonde had left after a sleep over.

"Thank goodness. Thank you Chee, I was gonna bomb this test without it." Stan exaggerated, flipping through the pages and looking back at Richie.

"Sure thing, Bubba." Richie smiled, walking with Stan down the hall and out the exit. They walked slowly down the sidewalk, going to Richie's house. The pair were known to hang out at each other's house, their parents pretty much expecting the other to follow tow when they come home. 

Upon arrival the Tozier house Richie opened the door and held it for the smaller teen to walk in. Stan looked at the floor as a fluffy black cat walked through his legs. "Hey Salt. Such a pretty boy." Stan cooed, bending down to pet the cat. 

Maggie walked into the living room and smiled at the two. Richie looked away from Stan and to his mother. "Hey Mom, where's dad?" He questioned, Stan standing up and walking with Richie so they were closer to Maggie.