[ discontinued ]
[ stozier, kaspbrough ]
in which the seven losers live in new york and face some life troubles.
all characters belong to stephen king.
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chapter summary ; eddie tries to be a detective.
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"it's a losers meeting!!!"
eddie was clapping enthusiastically while beverly, ben, bill, and mike sat on the couch and the arm chair. they all had confused looks on their faces.
"what is this for exactly? i was in the middle of designing..." beverly raised an eyebrow.
"do you notice who isn't here?" eddie was pacing in front of the others, his hands put together.
"uhh... stan and richie?" bill pursed his lips.
"BINGO." eddie stopped pacing and turned abruptly, pointing his hands forward.
"okay.. and?"
"MICHAEL?" eddie started pacing again. everybody flinched at the sudden raise in his voice.
"yes?" mike didn't seem very fazed by eddie's voice, but he still seemed like he wanted to stay in his rightful place.
"when were you last in your apartment?"
"uh... like three hours ago." mike looked at the others, but none of them knew what eddie was on about.
"TAHA!" eddie stopped again.
"so?"
"STANLEY AND RICHIE ARE FUCKING."
everybody scoffed.
"what the fuck do you mean?" beverly rolled her eyes.
"RICHIE AND STAN. ARE FUCKING. RIGHT NOW!" eddie pointed toward the door. "GO OVER THERE. OPEN RICHIE'S BEDROOM DOOR. OR MIKE'S." at the last part mike looked disgusted.
"they better not be fucking on my bed." he grimaced.
bill rolled his eyes and stood up.
"whatever. i'll go check just to make you be quiet about this." he started walking towards the door.
"you know there's another way-" eddie started, ben quickly cutting him off.
"NO!" he shouted, as bill turned bright red and went to mike and richie's apartment.
...
bill looked around the apartment. he really didn't want to open richie's bedroom door. he was not in the mood to see his two best friends fucking.
"o-oh, hey bill! whatcha doin?" stan suddenly came out of richie's room and leaned on the countertop, trying to look casual.
bill raised an eyebrow. "i'm just.. getting something from the fridge. what are you doing?"
"...c-cleaning the apartment! richie and mike are such messy people!" stan shrugged it off and laughed (but it was fake and forced. even a pig could realize that.)
"alright then.... i'll let you get back to your... cleaning and stuff." bill rushed out of the apartment.
...
"SO?!"
"stop yelling eds. and stan wasn't there. i swear. i checked the whooooole apartment." bill lied. he knew that stan and richie were doing something but he didn't want to throw them under the bus like that.
"oh." eddie looked defeated. bill pressed a short kiss on his nose which made him smile and blush.
"coffee?" ben asked. they all nodded.
...
"that was the stupidest excuse i have ever heard, staniel."
"well why did you make me go do it then? it should have been you anyway. you actually live here." stan sat on richie's bed.
"what if we go on a trip?" richie sat down next to stan, rubbing his chin in 'contemplation.'
"a trip?" stan raised an eyebrow.
"yeah we could go somewhere and not have to sneak around all the time! you could say you're going to some bird thing and i could say i'm going to a work thing. the plan is foolproof."
stan considered it for a moment and the nodded. "alright. when?"
"if today's thursday... maybe we could try to get a hotel for saturday and sunday?"
stan nodded again and stood up, starting to walk out of the room.
"hey! where are you going?" richie scrambled to get up.
"to pack, numbnut!"
...
"good morning mr. uris, mr. and mrs. denbrough, mr. hanlon, mr. handsome, and the ever so lovely ms. marsh." richie smiled and tipped an imaginary hat at his friends and sat down at the table, helping himself to a piece of toast.
"so, stan? you said that bird thingy mabob was in new jersey? richie told me yesterday he was going to a work thing in new jersey!" mike smiled. bill looked at both stan and richie, then at eddie who was looking like he was a detective, trying to figure out how to bust them.
stan glared at richie for a short moment.
"really? seems like your work thing could have been in connecticut or ohio or something." stan smiled and sipped his coffee.
"...i can't control it ba-staniel." richie smiled back and also sipped his coffee. the other losers shrugged it off.
A/N
this was short sorry and also i was reading this from the beginning and oh my god it's so cringy goodbye
