Boarding School : Stan Uris

chapter seventeen ; are you holding hands ?

chapter seventeen: are you holding hands?

"don't you forget about me" ( don't you [forget about me] , simple minds )

august 1989 - stanley's pov !!

I heard light snoring, the sound of calm breathing underling the sound of a phone ringing. I had never been a heavy sleeper. Sounds such as a phone ringing caught my attention.

I silently found my way down the steps. Grabbing the phone, as I shielded my eyes from the sunlight. "Stan speaking, what can I do for you-" I yawned quietly.

"Uris! Is my sister over? It's Rich, I wanted to call before my parents freaked out..." 

"She's here Richie. She's fine, sorry we worried you." I sighed.

"Um- okay bye. Let her know I'll be at the arcade."

"Got it!" I hung up the phone. I ran a hand through my knotty hair. I always happend to have the worst bed head.

I heard sevral creaks, as a disheveled brunette girl. "Hey what's up?"

"Richie called- I let him know you're here," I explained.

She wrapped her arms around her small torso. Her body darped in the large clothes, her curly hair in a poofy mess, her large eyes wandered, ot felt like she was looking right through me. Nodding to herself, "Stan..."

"Len?"

"Something doesn't feel, right? Like in Derry nothing ever feels right but- today. It's making my stomach churn..."

I went next to her wrapping my arms around her. "I agree- I really do."

"Basically Richie said that he's gonna be at the arcade if you wanna stop by- I was gonna go do some sightseeing in the woods..." I elaborated on the phone call.

"I'd rather go bird watching than hanging out with Richie to pester me!" She laughed.

"I never said I was gonna go bird watching- okay fine it's hummingbird season and-" I explained as she cut me off.

"Your such a nerd!"

I smirked, "and you aren't-"

She stood up straight. My clothes still engulfing her small frame, made her look smaller than she alreadg was compared to me. "I'm a bad girl!"

"You're a loser!" I replied smirking.

She shook her head, and akward smile on her large teeth, similar to her brothers that made her smile quite dorky in an almost angelic way. "And you aren't!"

Both of us burst out in an awkward spurt if laughter. She brushed a hand back through her hair, "Before we go- can we stop at my place?"

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"I'm not gonna push you through the widnow!" I explained, my arms opened wide.

"C'mon I'm not as young and limber! I used to do this all the time but Stannn!" She pleaded, making a pouty face.

I shook my head, "I hate you."

"No, no you don't Stanliel!" She winked, as a low blush moved across my face. In a moment as she tried to hop into the half opened window, I grabbed part of her waist, shoving her up. As shimmied into the room. Her head peaked out.

She leaned her head out the window, closer to my face. I could feel her breathing on the side of my cheeck "Be right out darling!"

I stepped closer to the house, sitting against it. Tapping my my foot as I waited. I wish I could tell you how long I waited, but I honestly felt like I lost all recollection of time. I leaned my hesd backward shutting my eyes, blinking aimlessly in the hot sun.

My head shot up as I heard the sound of a symbol clatter. The sound of hard laughter escaped my chest as a voice carried out, "eat my ass, fuckin'-"

In the matter of minutes, two legs were hanging out the window. As Lenny swung herself off the window. Landing on her feet, wiping her hands off on her pants. Holding a hand out for me.

I latched myself on to her hand, propelling myself to me feet. I examined her smirking. She tilted her head, "what?"

"You look like Richie right now!" She rolled her eyes at me, shoving my shoulder. "I'm just trying to express myself! And hey- I'm way cuter than Richie" She whined, snapping her suspenders, against her loud patterned shirt.

"You got me there Tozier..." I put my hand on her shoulder lightly. As I could see her nose become red. I smiled, she glimmered back.

We had latched back together as smiles dropped. She whipped her head backward as I stepped forward. The sound of familiar laughter and a gate relatively slamming cascaded amongst the air. "Did you hear that?"

"Mhm..." I responded. I brought her to my side as we walked faster. I heard a voice cause us to turn around. "Stan and Remmy!"

Lenny sighed, "Oh thank fuck- hey Mike... Ben!" I waved slightly.

"How have you guys-" I started, as they stopped their bikes.

Mike looked down, "sorry to cut the small talk short but uhm- wait are you holding hands?"

Lenny snorted, as Ben chimed in, "Not the point- Bill has been calling. We need to all get together now! He thinks it got Beverly. We need to help."

"Damnit." I closed my eyes.

Lenny squeezed my hand, "Can you guys let us hop on your bikes, stop at Stanley's to get his so we can get to Neibolt as soon as possible." We all nodded. I gulped down the sense of fear building up in my throat.

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"Survival of the richest the city's ours until the fall, they're Monaco and Hamptons bound but we don't feel like outsiders at all" (  new americana , halsey )

august 1989 - remalenn's pov !!

In an almost familiar sense of fear and dread. I had my arms strapped around the waist of Stanley Uris. In a moment it felt like nothing changed. Yet, the tension that filled the air was thick.

The route was familiar, I peeked my head to the side on Stan's skinny frame, peaking my head over a corner. I saw Bill Denbrough, I took a deep breath. I hadn't seen him in weeks. We moved to the side, skidding lightly as we all moved toward Bill. The whole group maneuvered along. All of us, except Bev.

Mike and Ben had run in front of Stanley and me. Nodding toward him, I turned quickly whipping my head around. Taking a shallow breath seeing that it was only Richie. Eddie wobbled behind him, his arm being stuck in a cast. I smiled at him, receiving a fake one in return, you could see the stress on all our faces.

"Guys spikes..." we nodded, scowling around. I watched as Eddie chucked a fanny pack. He let it go, I nodded to myself looking down. Everything I felt was like a buzzing in my ear.

Mike loaded the dart gun, Richie grabbed a bottle, Bill attached the spikes, I found a similar metal rod, Richie broke the bottle. Our eyes, all seemed to do the same. Fill on the brim of tears, as we examined. Walking toward the door. Creaking open, I looked down at my shoes.

As I stepped through the entrance, I flew my hand behind me. Opening it up, and squeezing the warm fingers that laced with my own. I turned behind me, "You ready!"

He looked up, he breathes tensing as Bill called from behind us, "Stan? Stan, we all have to go in!"

Stanley, gulped as I rolled my eyes. Feeling slightly annoyed at the other boy's persistence. With a step in, all of us were about to dive into one of the most memorable and traumatic days of our lives.

I crossed my fingers.