natsukashii; stozier//

eno.

the day started with a storm, of course. the day stanley and richie would hangout. stanley usually wanted to paint richie, but he decided it was best for rich to decide. "rich?" stanleys voice startled richie, while he pushed his coke glasses up.

"h- yeah?" he was too embarrassed, infront of him. he shook it off, smiling.

stanley smiled, hiding behind the canvas. "nothing."

richie crawled over, wondering what he hid. stanley noticed this, pushing richie with his foot back to his position.

richie thought, maybe he's hiding something that him and the other losers know, and not him? he slowly frowned, looking away. he felt ashamed, maybe they hated him. the way they fake laughed at his so called jokes? "im.. im gonna go-"

"wait, rich. don't go, i wanna show you something." stanley quickly grabbed the sleeve of richies baggy shirt, pulling him over to the canvas.

richies eyes lit up. he didn't see anything any beautiful than this. it was a greatly, damn picture, of richie tozier himself.

"i- i didn't know if y-you liked it or not.." stanley mumbled, fiddling with the paintbrush.

richie looked at him, studying his face. he wiped some red paint off his cheek, rubbing it on a towel.

stanley raised an eyebrow, getting an idea. he dipped his brush in the red paint, throwing it on richies face.

richie gasped, dipping his hands into the blue and gold paint. (Riverdale reference.) he rubbed it on stanleys cheeks, giggling at the sight of him.

stanley giggled too, and it continued. they threw paint on each other, until they got tired.

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lol there's some fluff 4u. you'll find out what happens to stanley at chapter twelve.