Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 34

Stan's PoV

"Fuck you Stan!" I heard Bill yell when I got to the top of the stairs. I was tempted to look back, but I didn't. I was shaking really bad as I tried to hold in most of my tears, a few escaped.
I ran down the stairs and hurriedly put on my shoes, hearing a door upstairs slam shut.

"What's wrong Stanny?" I heard a small voice ask from behind me. I turned to see Georgie and Zach.

"N-Nothing. I-I have to go." I said before I rushed out of the front door.

I began running down the street, figuring out where to go. I couldn't go home, Sophia would just ask a ton of questions and not comfort me. I needed the comfort.

Richie. I'll go to Richie's. I ran all the way to Richie's, tears running form my cheeks. I got to his house and knocked on his door. Hopefully Eddie's not here and I'm not interrupting something. Luckily I wasn't. Richie opened the door moments later.

"Hey Stan. Holy shit, what's wrong?" His tone completely changed once he saw I was crying. I let all of my tears fall free, so I was sobbing now. Richie pulled me into his house and shut the door before he embraced me in a hug.

"Richie, who was at the door?" A voice asked, walking to where we were.

"Just a friend mom. We're gonna go to my room." He told the women.

"Sweetie are you ok?" She asked standing in front of me. I shook my head and she gave me a small hug. "I'll get some water for you."

"Thanks mom."

"I'll bring it down."

Richie led me downstairs and to his bedroom. He sat me down on his bed and he sat besides me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into another hug. I rested my head on Richie's shoulder, soaking his shirt with my tears.

"Let it all out Stan, just let it all out." Richie told me. And I did. I sobbed for a long time. I remembered Richie's mother coming in and setting two bottles of water down on Richie's desk, but other then that, I was just crying.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Richie asked once I stopped crying. I sniffled.

"That's why I came here you dummy." I mumbled.

Richie let out a small chuckle. He stood up and grabbed the bottles of water, handing one to me and taking a drink from the other. I opened the bottle up and took a sip.

"Bill and I are on a break."

Richie gasped. "Why?"

"He-he has been using me to get back at his dad. I told him we were on a break until he got everything figured out with his dad. He just hasn't been the same since his dad got back and it's badly affecting our relationship." I told him.

"I'm so sorry Stan."

I shrugged. "It's not your fault."

"No, but I am sorry Bill's being an asshole. I knew there was something not right between you two lately."

"Yeah."

"I'm sure everything will be fine. Bill's probably talking to his dad right now, he can't live without his Stanny." Richie said with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood and make me happy.

"Probably not, he was yelling at me when I left. He'll-he'll probably just ignore me now." I murmured softly.

Richie placed a hand on my shoulder, making me look up at him. "Hey, Bill wouldn't ignore you. He loves you, he doesn't want to lose you."

"I hope so."

I was really hoping we wouldn't have to resort to almost breaking up. I figured Bill would have talked to his dad by now. I didn't think he would still be ignoring him, he's been home for a little over a whole month! I also never thought Bill would ever use me like that. I feel so betrayed and hurt.

But am I just over reacting?

A part me can't help but think I am. Maybe I should be more understanding with his situation with his dad, but I have been for a whole month. I just don't understand why he won't talk to his dad, it's like his pride or something is getting in the way.

"Can I take a nap?" I asked Richie. I was feeling very tired and sleep good do me good, maybe.

"Yeah. I was doing my homework so I'll just continue it. You can sleep in my bed." Richie told me.

He got up and walked over to his desk. I laid down in his bed and got beneath the covers, wow, his bed is really comfy.

"Your bed is clean right?" He looked at me confused. "You changed the sheets after you and Eddie had sex or something right?"

He broke off in laughter. "Of course I did."

"Good."

I turned and faced the other way, leaving Richie chuckling a little as he started his homework. I fell asleep pretty quickly, probably because I was crying so much.

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"Stan, Stan!" Someone was saying as they shook me awake.

"What?" I mumbled, my voice breaking. I felt hot liquid roll down my cheeks, I was crying again.

"Are you alright? Whatcha dreaming about?" He asked.

I sat up in the bed and hugged my knees, laying my head on them. Richie moves so he was sitting next to me, his back against the headboard, and rubbed my back.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok." He whispered.

"It just hurts."

"I know I know."

I looked up at him. "Did you and Eddie have a bad problem?" I asked.

"Yeah, all relationships do."

"So you think I'm over reacting?"

"Of course not Stan. I was a complete mess when Eddie and I had our falling out. It completely sucked but we got through it, and you and Bill will too."

I just nodded my head and he gave me a reassuring side hug.

"Now, my mom made dinner and she said you are welcome to stay. Want to go eat?"

"Sure."

"Great! We're having tacos." He said with a smirk as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Maybe this time I'll get you." I said laughing.

"You wish."

We got up and walked towards his door, I stopped us before we left the room. I gave him a hug.

"Thank you Richie."

"No problem Staniel."

I smacked the back of his and let go.

"Hey!" He whined, ribbing his head.

"Oh shut up, I didn't even smack you that hard." I rolled my eyes.

"Obviously, but you could've ruined my hair."

I laughed and he lightly punched my shoulder. I ruffled his hair, making messier, and he slung his arm over my shoulder to drag my upstairs. We got to the dining room and sat down. Richie fixed his hair and his mom didn't ask me why I was crying or if I was ok, which I very much appreciated.

Dinner kept my mind off of Bill, thankfully. School is going to be rough tomorrow.

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Should I make another Reddie book?
Or stozier?