imagines.

Stanley Uris || trashmouth.

"She's the most innocent girl I know," Richie said to Stanley as they travelled down the school hallway. Stanley's girlfriend, Y/N, was the smartest, nicest girl in school, but to Stan, she was something else, "she's sweet, kind, cute-"

"Kinky, dirty, sexy as fuck, she's literally sex on legs," Richie stopped dead, mouth dropped open and eyes wide, even wider than with his coke bottle lenses.

"What?" Stanley asked confused.

He then realized what he had said.

"Do not tell anyone what I just said or I will kill you trashmouth," his finger flew in front of him and Richie, making sure his voice was a whisper.

"You're calling me the trashmouth? After what you said, I'll be calling you a trashmouth," they continued to walk down the busy hall.

"Wait so you and Y/N have..." Richie trailed on, hoping that Stanley got what he was getting at.

"Yes Rich, we have."

"Wow Stan got laid before me."

Stanley's eyes laid on Y/N, talking and laughing with her group of friends. His lips curved into a smile.

"At least I have girl I love."