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It was rainy day. And from what I've heard nobody has anything planned, so I put on some jeans, a yellow shirt, my sneakers, and a rain jacket. Then walked next door to Stan's house.
I knocked on the door, and I heard loud footsteps coming to answer it.
"Well hello there." Richie spoke leaning on the door frame and wiggling his eyebrows.
"What?"
"Dammit Richie," Stan shoved him out of the way of the door frame.
He kissed my cheek, "you can come in, we weren't really doing anything before." I walked in and followed them to Stan's room.
"The only thing we talked about was you." Richie said, then he started to make kissy faces.
"Richie shut up." Stan complained.
I set my jacket on his desk chair, then went to sit on his bed.
"So what can we do today?" Stan asked laying his head on my lap.
"You guys could fuck and I could watch." Richie spoke smiling.
"Maybe later." I spoke jokingly. Stan's face went a red. "We can snoop around my house, and see what my dad is hiding from me."
"That sounds fun." Stan spoke.
I slipped on my jacket then waited for them, then we went to my house.
"Hey why is your room locked?" Richie asked trying to open Amy's room.
"That's not my room, but why is Amy's room locked?" I spoke confused.
"Do you think that puddle of blood is still there?" Stan spoke quietly to me.
"It shouldn't be." I spoke to me. Richie was still trying to bust down the door.
"Well if it's locked, there's gotta be a key." Stan said.
"You're right, I'm gonna go check dad's office." I jogged to his office. It was oddly dusty. I opened the first drawer, it was just files. Then the second one, which was just sticky notes, then the third one. It was oddly heavy. Then I looked and there was a large snake coiled around a key.
I screamed.
It was maybe 10 feet long. It's scaled body wrapping itself slowly around the key.
Stan and Richie came running but the door and locked. I ran to door to try and unlock it but it wouldn't open. I tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge.
"Y/n what the hell is happening?" Richie yelled.
"Are you okay, y/n?" Stan yelled, banging in the door.
Snakes are my worst fear ever.
I ran back to the drawer, it looked like the snake was growing larger.
I quickly dumped the drawer on the floor. Then quickly picked up the key. And ran to the door banging on it.
I turned around then the snake was as large as the room.
I then banged on the door louder. Then I heard a click, then I quickly opened the door and closed it behind me.
Tears were brimming in my eyes.
Stan and Richie were standing there shocked.
I collapsed in Stan's arms.
"What happened?" He asked me softly.
"There was a large snake, and it just kept growing. And it was wrapped around it." It was barely audible. But he seemed to understand it well.
We stood there for a few moments, just both of us together. Felt like heaven. Then Richie coughed.
We separated, and looked at each other awkwardly.
"I got the key though." I held up the key triumphantly.
We walked up to Amy's room. I held the key in my hand, and I trouble getting it in the lock because I was shaking so bad.
I eventually did unlock it, and I slowly pushed the door open. It was freezing cold in there, but the puddle was still there.
Richie went down to touch it, "it's warm."
That sent shivers down my spine. It felt like winter in this room, how could it still be warm?
I looked to Stan confused, he just shrugged his shoulders.
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I quickly opened my Dad's office and threw the key, then quickly shut it.
I walked back to my room where Richie and Stan were going through my stuff.
Stan was organizing, but Richie was just looking through the drawers.
Then he pulled out my underwear drawer, "JACKPOT!" He yelled.
I quickly ran over and smacked his hand.
"What the hell, Richie?" I quickly shut the drawer.
"Richie, why don't you go hang out with Eddie or Bill?" Stan complained.
"Bill is sick and Eddie's mom won't let him leave the house!"
"Maybe he's bored, go to his house." I spoke.
"Fine, but if I hear around town y/n gave up her underwear to Stan and now she's pregnant. I'm gonna say, welp guess they should've let me stay over when they were alone." He then left.
He shut my door rather harshly, but oh well.
"I saw your drawing of me." Stan spoke softly to me.
"Oh my god, really? Sorry, I know it's creepy and I couldn't sleep-"
"It's fine, it was really cute." I blushed, "anyways, since Richie left we have the whole house to ourselves."
I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "I am not that easy, Stan." I said with a smirk, then rolled my eyes.
He huffed, "But-"
"No."
He put on an over dramatic frown, laid in my bed, pull up the covers, then proceeded to fake cry.
I rolled my eyes and decided to play along.
I laid my head on his stomach, "What's wrong honey?" I asked with 'concern.'
"You're so mean to me!" He whined in a very high pitch voice, which was barely legible.
"Now why would you think that?" I asked still playing along.
"You don't like me." He said in the same tone of voice.
"Welp what a shame." I shrugged my shoulders then pretended to leave.
He pulled the covers off of his face, and sat up. Giving me the biggest look of hurt. I couldn't help but laugh.
"So my pain is funny to you?" He asked with that same look.
"Yes- I mean no no, you're pain hit me so hard that I wanted to collapse right there." I Said giving him a hug.
