I was sitting in my room bored when I heard a rock hit my window I opened it up
"Stan!?" I whisper yelled so Richie wouldn't hear "what are you doing here?"
"I Well. I read the note." He said as he crawled through my window
"B-b-but how!?" I stuttered worse than Bill
"I have my ways." I felt my face heat up deep red
"I-uh" I was cut of by Stan smashing his lips on mine at first I was shocked but then I melted into it. After we pulled away I said "I love you Stan."
"I love you too y/n" a knock sounded at my door
"Y/n? You talking to your-" Richie opened the door "Stan?!" I went deep red
"Oh uh h-hi Richie." I stuttered he had a smug look on his face
"I know what going on here I'll leave you love birds alone to f u c k." He said trying not to laugh
"RICHIE! NO THAT IS NOT- NO!" I said shoving Richie out of my room and slammed the door and sighed "sorry."
"Eh. He's Richie I kinda expected it." He shrugged
"Yeah I guess so." I said sitting down next to him on my bed
"Uh.. y/n" Stan asked
"Yeah?" I said looking at him
"Will you be my g-girlfriend." I hugged him
"Of course!"
"You f u c k e d yet?" Richie said from outside the door
"One second" I walked to the door and stuck my head out "BEEP BEEP RICHIE." I whisper yelled to him he grinned
"Did ya?" I playfully punched him
"Go away." I shut the door "so. Tell me."
"Hmm?" Stan looked up at me
"How did you translate the note. You don't know Irish do you?" He shook his head
"No, I went to the library and found a book on Irish."
"Oh. For a second I thought you spoke Irish."
"I wish." He chuckled "well I got to go."
"Bye." I said planting a kiss on his lips before he climbed out the window "Richie I know your out there you can come in" he walked in with a smug look "don't even."
"Ok." He shrugged "DID YOU F U C K!?" Richie yelled at me
"NO NOW PLEASE STOP ASKING ME THAT I AM 14 YEARS OLD!" (Or 15 I forgot what age they are :T oh well)
"so?" Richie said still with a smug look
"Get out. I'm done with your bull s h I t." He shrugged and left I grabbed my sketch book and sketched what just happened. I sketched me looking in the mirror from time to time. Then I sketched Stanley his hair was my favorite thing to draw. I chuckled quietly as I drew a smug Richie in the background I laughed at it and curled up with the sketch on my chest and drifted into sleep
I really like writing this chapter do y'all like it? I feel weird saying you all since I say y'all but yeah
-w.l.r
