unspoken secrets ↫ stenbrough

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wow.. i just went back and read the first and second chapter.. can i just piece this together?

Richie slammed the door shut and stared at his perfectionist friend. Richie then grinned. A big, sly, obnoxious guffaw escaped his chapped lips.

"Damn, I fucking knew it!" richie practically bellowed. "You're a queer!"

Stanley felt his cheeks explode, but he couldn't find the right words to say. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "W-what?" was all he could muster.

richie is happy that stanley is like this.

"I see the way you look at him," Richie slurred, walking up in Stanley's face. "I see the way your face goes red when he talks to you or even when he just fucking looks at you!"

jealous much?

"Stop.." Stanley groaned, backing away from Richie. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Trust me," Richie said, his jokes aside. His eyes were the most serious they had ever been in his life. "I know how it is."

"How it is to what?"

"To love someone you know will never love you back." Richie said and walked out, the door slamming behind him.

everyone is saying it is eddie. but is it really?

Stanley's eyes opened uneasily as his head throbbed. He looked over to his right, and then his left. This was not stanley's room. It was Bill's. A wave of shock rushed through him as he found himself in Bill's bed. He looked in front of him, Richie was there,  staring off into space. He didn't see Bill, but Eddie was sitting beside Stanley holding Stanley's arm. They met eyes.

"He's awake!" Eddie shouted, giving stanley a hug.

Richie's eyes widened and he smiled gratefully.

he was so grateful when stanley woke up from being injured.

He looked ahead of him and saw Richie and Eddie walking together, he managed to catch up to them.

"Stan the man!" Richie shouted with a huge dorky smile, holding his hand for Stanley to high five.

he gives stan a nickname that no one else calls him.

Stanley smiled and slapped Richie's hand.

and stanley's okay with it.

"dare." richie said without hesitation, messing around with the hem of eddie's shirt.

you can start to tell around here how richie is very touchy towards people. he wants things to happen and he wants them to happen fast.

that's why richie had tried to move on. he found himself crushing on stanley at a few moments, until he realized how stanley felt for bill, and he automatically felt more turned on around eddie. now that they were in seventh grade, he could finally get closer.

self explanatory.

but who stood in front of him made his heart melt. it was richie.

richie grabbed onto stanley's hands and sat down beside him.

"stanley, what the fuck happened?" richie whispered as stanley fell apart in richie's grasp, uncontrollable cries falling out swiftly.

they trust each other, and allow each other to hold hands and hug.

"shh, it's okay stanley.. it's okay.." richie muttered, wrapping his arms around stanley, holding him tightly.

after crying for around what seemed like hours, richie used his thumb and wiped stanley's flustered cheeks.

"you wanna go to my house, bud? we can talk about it there." richie cooed, and stanley implied, for he just needed some comfort.

richie helped stanley up and together, with richie's arms around stanley's shoulders, the two boys walked to richie's home, where stanley would get the comfort he needed.

they're always there for each other.

richie squeezed stanley to his where stanley's head lay on his chest. "it's okay stan.. i'm here for you, okay? i always have been."

"i- i know.. th-thank you richie.." stanley whispered. then, he felt something slowly wrap around his fingers. he looked down, their pale fingers were intertwined. stanley found himself blushing heavily.

just..

warm because he felt safe.

they feel safe around each other.

"how would that make you feel?" richie whispered, staring at stanley's lips intensely. his breath rested on stanley's cheeks, their noses slowly beginning to touch.

stanley shrugged, not paying attention to the question at all, but instead licking his lips and staring into richie's chestnut eyes.

richie wrapped his arm around stanley's waist and slowly leaned in, their lips connecting smoothly. their faces went beet red. richie pulled stanley closer than ever, deepening the kiss mournfully. slowly, richie begin twirling his fingers around the ends of stanley's shirt, starting to pull it off.

richie wasn't exactly trying to do anything to hurt stanley. he just wanted to comfort him. and he knew that things like this comforted him, so why not do it to stanley?

"wh-why the hell... wh-why would you do th-that?!" stanley begin almost shouting, even more tears bursting out of his sockets.

richie watched his anxious friend's face. "shh.. stanley, it's okay.. i'll make you feel better.." richie whispered slyly, and took stanley's frailing arms. richie threw stanley down to where he was on top of him, and pinned his arms above his head. "i'll make you feel better.."

stanley's body begin shaking, his lip was quivering, and tears fell down his cheeks faster than ever. richie repeatedly continued to kiss stanley's lips, and before he knew it his shirt was on the floor.

"st- stop! r-r-richie s-s-stop!" stanley struggled against richie's tight grasp, squirming and shouting, but it was no use, richie wouldn't stop.

and now... a perfectly good friendship has been ruined.

i just need to point out the small things that have slowly all come together.