"Richie I'm not buying you a bottle of chocolate syrup."
Richie threw the bottle into the cart, grabbing 3 more and putting them in as well.
"Fine. I'll buy them. "
Stan scoffed, grabbing 2 boxes of cereal. Cheerios for himself, and Lucky Charms for Richie.
"I forget you have your drug dealing money."
"You make me sound like a hardcore criminal! It's just weed."
"Yeah. Drugs."
Richie scoffed, making his way to the produce section.
"We need mushrooms. and spinach. And other nice vegetables."
Richie went on and on while he put things in the cart, mumbling about one bunch of spinach being fresher than the other.
"Tomatoes, spinach, basil, oregano, heavy cream, mozzarella, ch-"
"Rich why do we need all this?"
Richie looked up, an offended expression on his face.
"Stan, baby. Do not question a culinary artist in his element. Do we have pasta?"
Stan shook his head, and Richie bounded off towards the pasta aisle. Once the boy was out of view, Stan leaned down, grabbing the tomatoes Richie had grabbed.
"Fuck this. he's crazy if he thinks hes bringing fucking tomatoes into my house."
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The boys had just gotten through with their shopping. Stan complained about Richie paying for everything, but Richie refused to change his mind.
The ride home was enjoyable. Stan and Richie were singing along to the radio loudly, and even though they'd never admit it, they were extremely off key.
"CUZ WE ARE LIVING IN A MATERIAL WORLD, AND I AM A MATERIAL GIRL. DO DO DO DO DO DO. MATERIAL."
Stan let the song finish before he shut off the car. He turned to Richie, cheeks flushed red.
"God that was tiring. I think I'll take a nap once we get inside."
Richie laughed.
"You are an old man. cmon gramps. Let's get all this inside."
After the boys got the groceries in, they settled into Stanley's bed, cuddled close together as they watched TV. Richie leaned against the headboard of the bed, Stan close enough to hear his heartbeat.
Stan looked up at Richie, who was focused on the movie that was playing.
Stan loved looking at Richie. Wether it be at the quarry, when he was too busy arguing with Eddie to notice. Or when the Losers all gathered in Mike's barn and played board games. When Richie was too focused on getting boardwalk to notice his staring. Even back in School. When Richie would sit across from him at the lunch table. There was always something new to notice about the boy.
"You like the view babycakes? You can take a picture if you want. It would last longer."
Stan shook himself out of his thoughts to find Richie grinning at him.. embarrassed that he got caught staring, he pulled away from Richie and stood up.
