"BUT WHAT'S THE GOOD IN GOODBYE ANYWAY?"
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In which a heartbroken Richie Tozier receives letters from his missing best friend.
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ALOSERSWORLD
RICHIE X EDD...
"Was it love? Or my fantasy? Was it real? Or just a dream?"
-Highly Suspect
(Chicago, Highly Suspect)
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It was an average day in Derry for Bill. He sat on his bed and wrote short stories about finding Georgie and Eddie. There was nothing to do and he wanted to keep a reasonable distance between him and Stan. Ever since their last moment, Bill was scared to address his feelings. If it hadn't been for Richie pointing out the obvious, none of this would have happened. He let out a groan while he wrote a small heart around Georgie's name. He wanted to forget about everything that Richie said. He wasn't too focused on the Eddie and Georgie part because he knew there was hope- he was now stuck on the fact that Stan might be in love with him. If he was, why hadn't he said anything about it? Bill kept telling himself that Richie was just full of it. But he was well aware of the stages of being in love. First, there was the whole being in denial about it. Second, you come to the conclusion that your feelings are real. Third, everything about them comes to your attention. Fourth, you start loving the shit out of them. Fifth, you spend every moment wanting and craving them. And lastly, you realize that you need them.
If that was the case, Bill was only on stage one and he was already a huge mess. He couldn't imagine going through anything else. Finding Georgie or Eddie was his main priority. There was hope, so he needed to use it. He thought of all the places they could be but nothing good really came to mind. Bill jumped back slightly when there was a loud knock on his door. He shook his head at himself. "C-come in," he said.
The door opened slowly and Stan walked in with a smile. "Hey," he sighed. "Your mom let me in, she told me you were reading."
"Alright," Bill patted the spot next to him on his bed and Stanley sat down next to him rather quickly. "Did you f-f-find anything? I talked to Bev earlier and sh-she said she hasn't s-seen or found anything."
"I still got nothing," Stan confessed. "I came here for another reason."
"So... Why did you come over?" Bill questioned. He was on the edge of his seat secretly. Maybe this would be the moment Stan would tell him he loved him. If it was- he would feel a lot better. His feelings would fall into place as well. He waited for Stan to answer but it was taking too long, and he needed to know. "Why did you come?"
"I want some advice."
"From me?" he asked.
"Yeah," Stanley answered. "There's this girl-"
Bill cut him off by his loud laughs. Stan looked at him confused. Bill wrapped his arms around his stomach as he kept laughing harshly. He used the horrible sound to cover up his hurt. A few tears slipped from his eyes, he couldn't tell if it was because he was laughing so much or if it was because he was truly hurt. "What's so funny?" Stanley asked. He could tell he was offended and he shook his head.
