ENDLESS LOVE ! -STOZIER ONESHOTS

"you can't run away from this" - 1

The cold, icy morning air was nothing new in the run - down town of Derry.

Richie woke up to the sound of birds tweeting,  sighs coming from the Jew in the windowsill with one hand on his cheek and the other wrapped around his plaid - covered knees.

Stan would always be the first one to wake up during the their sleepovers, and would always sit in the windowsill he adored greatly.

The other boy was stretching in the bed, going unnoticed by the other, all too caught up in the melodic song of the birds. He didn't get the point in birds. They fly around and chirp constantly. The raven - haired boy turned his head to the left to take in the sight in front of him.
The rays of sun hit perfectly on his golden curls, making it seems as if his hair was made out of strings of gold. The black Metallica shirt hung loosely against his olive collarbone, and stopped at his waist.

Richie reached over the neatly organized coffee table for his coke bottle glasses while propping himself up on his elbow. Once fixated, he returned his attention back on the pretty boy. He etched a smile on his face, his eyes full of admiration.

Stan didn't know what it was about birds that seemed to make him forget about everything else ( well, almost everything ). The graceful way the glide in the sky through the cool breeze is just mesmerizing to him. They seem as if they have no worry at all ; they are free. Oh how Stan wishes he could feel that feeling at least once. Instead, he feels as if he was the lonesome bird stuck in a cage for the sole purpose to please others.

Stan could feel the gentle yet intense stare from the other boy, and shivered lightly. He was glad that he was facing the other way, Or he would not have kept his composure if he even took a glance his way.

Richie stand up beside his bed, stretches and yawns obnoxiously loud.

"My good sir, care for some breakfast down in the kitchen ?" Richie said in a horrible British accent while still having a raspy morning voice that Stan secretly loved ( not that he would ever admit it out loud, however. ).

Stan laughed, then remarked, "God, everything is a joke to you, isn't it 'Chee ?" Stan said with a small smile.

Richie shrugs, " I just think life should have more enthusiasm and vibrancy," He says, with a mischievous smirk on his face, "unlike your taste in fashion."

Stan whips his head to meet a pale, shirtless Richie with sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips. His gaze follows quickly to the brown orbs to seem as if he was definitely not staring at his best friend's slightly - toned stomach.

Stan's mouth is agape as he stood from his place in the windowsill. He crosses his arms and tries to defend himself. "I'll have you know I like to look rather presentable instead of dressing like a hobo every damn day." He holds his head up high as Richie just chuckled lowly at him, escalating into a loud holler of giggles, making steam fire from his ears.

Richie holds his stomach from laughing so hard. After cooling down a bit and wiping a fake tear, he says, "Says the one wearing one of my so called 'hobo' shirts." Adding quotations with "hobo."

The other boy's face turns a crimson red as he charges at Richie, who is unaware of the situation.

Richie didn't know what hit him until he was pushed on the bed getting tackled by a head full of golden curls trying to hold him down with all his strength. Stan's face was so focused on trying pin his hands down that he didn't notice Richie admiring ( once again ) his attempt at holding him down. Without a second to lose, Richie flips them over so now Richie is pinning Stan's hands next to his face, but then slowly slides them up to meet at his arms full capacity to the headboard.

They have a moment to catch their breaths, and laugh at how ridiculous they are being. The laugher died down and Richie was still a top of Stan, and Stan whose hands are still pinned above his head. Richie noticed the way the sun hit the Pretty Boy's cheeks so softly, the way his golden curls fell into his star - filled galaxies known as eyes, and the crinkles in his smile brought so much joy to him, to see his boy happy. That was the best feeling he could ever endure.

And at last he noticed those lips. The lips he's secretly always wanted to kiss. At parties, sleepovers, the quarry, anywhere. He would always dream of kissing them. The Losers obviously knew he was head over heels for his Stanny, because Richie can not hide his feeling very well, according to Bev.

Richie knew he couldn't. He knew it would be wrong if he did. This would change everything. How would Stan react ? Does he feel the same way ? Is Stan even gay ?

Stan was confused as to why Richie was staring for so long, but nonetheless enjoyed his attention. He knocked him out of his thoughts. "Rich, hello, what's going on in that head of yours ?"

What Richie didn't know was that Stan had fantasized about kissing him too, but over thought too much, tried to get rid of that thought. It wouldn't go away though.

As Richie woke up from his thoughts, he thought he couldn't take it anymore. The urge was growing stronger and stronger by the second. It wasn't a want anymore. It was a need.

Richie shook his head. Richie shook his head and mumbled.

"Screw it."

"Screw what ? Richie what are you even-"

His sentence was cut off by a pair of chapped lips. Stan gasped, but soon enough gave in, for he has wanted this as much as Richie had. He was too engulfed in them to comprehend anything else in the moment. All he was focused on were these chapped lips.

Hi uh, my name's Frank and I wrote song for my- DAD ! It's for you Dad !!

Ok hi so yeah I'm here tell me what you think please <3

*turns head to look at nonexistent camera as the Full House theme song plays*