Back again // stenbrough

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It's been a week since I've moved into the dorms and classes started two days ago. Richie and I have one of the same classes together, mathematics. He's trying to become an owner of his very own, CD shop.

Eddie is going to become a pharmacist. Where he is gonna work he's gonna have a rule, no placebos allowed. He doesn't want any child growing up the way he did.

I'm going to classes for drawing, I'm trying to become an artist. Sophie convinced me because she said that my bird drawings were absolutely magnificent and that I could make a career out of it. I have nothing to lose anyways.

We had all received our schedules yesterday, the day prior to classes starting. I only have maths and drawing on Monday's and Thursday's. Tuesday's and Thursday's I have painting and figure drawing. Wednesday's I don't have any classes.

I absolutely love my schedule for the first semester. I feel sort of bad for eddie because he has to take a lot of math and science classes, his schedule is pretty busy but he says he won't have a problem. Eddie's always been organized so I don't doubt him.

On the other hand, Richie was freaking out. I've honestly never seen Richie actually freak out, he's always been chill about everything. I think Eddie has helped him express more of his feelings instead of keeping them inside.

They're honestly perfect for each other.

Stan sighed, running a hand through his hair and sighed loudly. Just as he finished a math problem his phone dinged.

Soph-Ster: come get your nephew.

I smiled to myself and grabbed my key before exiting my dorm room. I was going to babysit Tate until Saturday because his parents would be out of town.

Luckily Eddie and Richie have agreed to help out when they don't have classes and I do.

I walked out of the building and right away I saw my sister. I walked over to them and hugged her tightly.

"God I've missed you Stan." She spoke softly, hugging me so tight I thought I wouldn't be able to breath. For such a petite girl she has a lot of muscle.

"I've missed you too Sophie." I smiled and let go of her and picked up little Tate who was standing by her legs.

"Stanny!" He squealed and wrapped his tiny arms around my neck to hug me.

"Hey bud. How you've been? Have you been good for mom?"

Sophie laughed quietly and shook her head lightly. Tate giggled and didn't answer.

"I take that as a no." I set Tate down.

"He plugged the toilet with one of his figurines yesterday. Then proceeded to go in after it."

I laughed and ruffles his hair. "You little stinker."

Tate just giggled louder.

"Here's everything he'll need." My sister handed me a bag and his favorite pillow and blanket, he can't sleep without them.

She knelt down to Tate and spoke sternly to him. "You be good for Stanny okay." He nodded. "Okay." She kissed his cheek and stood up. "I'll see you Saturday!"

I picked Tate up and watched Sophie get into her car. She waved and we waved back before she drove off. I slung the backpack onto my back and grabbed his pillow and blanket with one hand, holding Tate on my one side.

I walked back into my dorm building and up the stairs, the elevator was still not working. I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping Tate's stuff off on my bed and shutting the door.

Tate wiggled in my arms so I set him down and helped take off his shoes and coat. I set them neatly next to where Richie and I kept our shoes and coats.

"What are we gonna do now stanny?" He asked looking up at me.

"Why don't we go meet uncle eddie and uncle Richie? They're gonna help take care of you when I'm in class."

Tate nodded. "Otay." He reached his tiny hands up to me and smiled. I chuckled softly and picked him up.

I made my out of my room and to Eddie's, knocking on the door. I waited for a little bit until he finally opened the door. I smirked when I noticed his usually neat hair, all messed up and the couple hickeys on his neck that looked very new.

Eddie's cheeks were still a little red but he opened the door and let us in. It was then when I saw Richie sitting on the couch, buckling his belt.

"Hey Staniel." Richie said as he got up from the couch. "Is this Tate?"

I nodded and Tate gripped onto me tightly. "Yes it is." I pointed to Eddie, "this is Eddie and that's Richie." I said, pointing at Richie.

Tate nodded a little against my shoulder.

"Hey Tate! How's it hanging little guy." Eddie asked, grinning widely and moving closer to Tate.

Tate held his hand out, almost smacking Eddie right in the nose. Eddie moved away quickly and frowned slightly.

I whispered to Tate and looked at him. "What's the matter bud?"

He didn't answer me and instead placed his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it. I sighed softly and rubbed his back.

"Hey Tate watch this." Richie said, holding up a blanket by his waist. "You ready?" I looked at him confused but Tate looked at him.

Richie proceeded to walk in step, bending his knees so it looked like he was going down the stairs, disappearing completely from view.

I felt Tate sit you more in my arms as he tried to see where Richie had went.

"Knock Knock." Richie spike out in a British accent. "Is anyone home?" Little by little Richie started to reappear, 'climbing up stairs'.

"That gents and child is magic." He said, changing to a rich city folk like voice.

Tate giggled and clapped his hands. "Dat cool!" He wiggled so I set him down and watched him run over to Richie, hugging his legs.

I mentally sighed in relief and smiled. This wasn't going to be so bad.

"I'm gonna be a terrible parent!" Eddie suddenly cried out.

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Hey everyone. So I'm back
For now.
Um please excuse this um thing whatever you wanna call it. I'm trying to get back into writing so please be patient with me.
I love you all