"Staniel! I'm so glad I found you!" Beverly yelled, gripping Stan's shoulders. It was February now, Bev started going back to therapy and she seems like she's doing better, it made Stan feel happy.
"You know that whole thing you have with shortened names is ... weird."
"I sure don't think it is."
"You keep calling Mike 'Micycle', Richie's grandma thought that was his real name for a long ass time!" Beverly slapped Stan's shoulder, making the boy laugh. They turned around the corner to walk to Stan's math class.
"So, since this month is a beautiful, stunning month full of love. Full of happiness, love, and-"
"Breakups."
"Could you not be a lil' bitch for one second?" They laughed before walking into Stan's math class.
Richie was laying in bed, bundled in blankets, and stomach hurting like a bitch. What was the cause? Sickness. He blames it on Eddie, who gets sick all the time.
Richie was now regretting all the times he took being healthy for granted. He also cursed himself for eating that carrot off the bathroom floor once, yeah he really hates his non-sick self. The boy was really just craving a snarky remark from Stan right about now.
Alright, Richie was a hopeless romantic who was in love with Stanley Uris. No, 'in love' is an understatement. He really accepted it last week when Stan helped Richie clean dirt off his hands after falling in the mud, he knew he was whipped for this boy. Richie was watching a re-run episode of Dr. Phil before he got a beep from his phone, showing that Bill texted him:
Billy boy: hey gay y aren't u here
He quickly texted the other that he was sick, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed, then going back to sleep away his suffering.
"Haha, Richie's sick, fucker deh-deh-deserved it." Bill told the group, laughing as he texted Richie. Stan furrowed his eyebrows, knowing that the boys mother works and his grandma isn't there.
"He has no one to take care of him?" Ben asked, basically asking the question Stan was thinking about.
"Yeah, he's alone. Why?" Bill told him, Ben went on talking while Stan went on to thinking. Deciding that going to Richie's house to check if he's okay is totally cool, and not crushy in anyway (denial isn't only a river in Egypt, Stanley).
The door opened to a red nosed, puffy faced, sick looking Richard Tozier. The boy pushed up his glasses and looked surprised to see Stan.
"Watchya, doin' here, Uris?" He asked, Stan shrugged before explaining, he didn't really know either.
"Bill said you were sick and alone, not happy to see me?" Stan cocked an eyebrow and Richie felt his heart tug out of his chest, yelling 'I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR FACE ! YOU DUMB BITCH !' But, you can't yell that around your friends.
"Nuh-no! I mean, I just didn't think you'd be cool with me being sick. Cuz, ya know, I've been like-" Richie made gestures with his hands to show that he has thrown up today, Stan realized that Richie was genuinely concerned about Stan getting bothered by that or not.
"I'll be fine, promise." Stan smiled, Richie had his comforter wrapped around his shoulders, shivering in the middle of the living room.
"I am dying, Uris." Richie did look dead, but chuckled with Stan, who started following Richie up to his room.
"I've never felt this horrible in my life, I really am dying." The boys were sitting in Richie's bed, with Stan lying on his stomach by Richie's side.
"That's the thing about being sick." The curly haired boy laughed as the other stuffed his own face into a pillow, groaning loudly.
"Can you, like- run your hands through my hair?" Richie asked, Stan chuckled, lifting his hand into the others black curls.
"Whatever you say, crybaby."
Stan doesn't know anything. He doesn't know how he and Richie ended up cuddling, he doesn't know how he and Richie just looked at each other when they both were awake, he doesn't know how he never noticed the small freckles on the others pale face, and he definitely doesn't know how he wished he could hold onto the feeling of Richie forever.
If Stan doesn't know anything about a certain subject, he ignores it. So let this memory go into the 'things to avoid' slot.
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Bobby Pins
Fanfiction"I guess what's fucked is that I'm learning to love me but i feel like i need someone to do that for me it's always late when i hear my mother crying she tells me about her nightmares where i'm dying And my mother sings from her lungs like a bird th...
