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I couldn't understand these emotions I was having.
Everything in my life seemed to go in slow motion, all the way up until I moved to Derry.
The first time that is.
I haven't had a conversation that meant nothing. It's always something.
I sighed and placed my hand on my face. I was sitting on my front porch.
I could see a figure through my fingertips begin to walk towards me.
It didn't matter. It can be Richie for all I care.
I felt it's warm hand touch my shoulder and sit next to me.
"You don't have to talk to me. I just want to sit here with you."
It was Stan. I could tell first by his irreplaceable voice, and the feeling of his curls bush against my cheek as he rested his head on my shoulder.
I put down my hands and looked at the floor. He was looking at me. Not sadly, excitedly, not even curiously. He was just there.
Which was exactly what I needed.
"I-I thought...."
I began to speak, but lost my train of thought.
"Go on."
"I thought everything would be fine if I moved back here."
He nodded.
"I thought we'd all forget about being angry or sad, and we'd be friends again. I wanted it to go back to normal."
"It's partially my fault."
I shook my head.
"No, really. We shouldn't have ganged up on you.... you know, the day you moved. I really didn't have a reason to be angry at you. I guess..... I just felt jealous of the other guys and the attention they got from you."
I breathed deeply.
I slung my arm around his neck and pulled him closer so my cheek was resting on his head.
