cherry bomb ➵ Richie Tozier

nine

You're My Best Friend - Queen

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I decided I would hang out with Stan. We hadn't hung out in a few days, so it was one logical. So I called him.

Ring

Mrs. Uris picked up the phone, "hello?"

I smiled into the phone, "hi! It's Jessie. Is Stan home?"

"Oh hello Jessie! How have you been, sweetheart? Would you like me to send Stan over?

"Yeah. Thanks," I said, hanging up the phone.

Within a minute or so, Stan was knocking on the door. My mother answered the door and sent him upstairs. I was sitting in my spinning chair listening to Queen.

I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I called.

Stan opened the door and stepped into my room. "Hey Jessie. What's up?"

I shrugged, "nothing. I just want to do something."

Stan nodded, his eyes trailing around my messy room. They landed on my pile of blankets on the floor.

"Don't you and Allie usually share a bed when she sleeps over?"

I nodded, "yeah. We do."

He furrowed his brow, "then who slept over?"

"Richie," I said nonchalantly.

Stan's eyes boggled, "Richie slept over at your house last night!?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod.

"Did you two fuck!?"

I rolled my eyes, "obviously not. He slept on the floor."

Stan was blowing all of this up. It was making me a little bit uncomfortable.

"So like, he just came over here for a sleepover or some shit!?"

"Yeah. I guess. We were hanging out and he said he didn't want to go home, so I told him to just not go home."

Stan raised his eyebrows, "so you fucking let him stay!? What the fuck! I bet you two have a thing or some shit and just aren't telling me."

I shook my head, "why would I keep that a secret from you?"

"I-I don't know! It's just fucking weird that Richie of all people spent the night at your house!" Stan stuttered, trying to justify his case.

I rolled my eyes, groaning, "can we please just do something? This conversation is pointless. Me and Richie don't have a thing, nor will we ever."

"I doubt that," Stan retorted. "He spent the night at your house, Jessie. You might not have a thing now, but you probably will later."

"So? You spend the night at my house all the time! And you don't even sleep on the floor. You sleep in the bed with me."

Stan scoffed, "that's not the same! You're like my sister! Our parents legitimately planned for us to be born and raised as twins! We have naked bath time pictures together from when we were one! Richie isn't your brother, so it's different."

I shook my head, "this conversation is pointless. You're making a big deal out of nothing. Just drop the subject," I snapped.

Stan nodded once, looking out the window, "it's pretty nice outside for mid-February."

I nodded, "yeah. It is. Want to go throw a ball or something?"

Stan nodded, "yeah. You grab the mitts. I'll get the ball."