Losers Club fanfics

StanleyxRichie

    Stanley sat back against the tree, it's rough bark pressing into his back, but he didn't mind. Stanley had something amazing preoccupying himself.
     Birds.
     The teenager silently sketched them in his notebook, making sure to get every tiny detail; down to the last feather. He was always proud of his drawings, but very rarely showed people.

     "Daddy look what I made!" A young Stanley Uris exclaimed to his father in delight, holding up the scribbled drawing of a bird.
     His father barely glanced up from his Torah, before ripping the drawing from the young boy's hands.
     "Stanley! What is this monstrosity?" His father nearly screamed. "Drawing is for girls."
     The young boy felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. "B-but daddy... I-I made it just for you-"
     His father slapped him hard across the face. "I'm not taking it. No son of mine will be participating in hobbies for girls and babies."

     Stanley snapped out of his flashback, shuddering the slightest bit even though the weather outside was nice and sunny. He shook his head, then returned back to his drawing.
     He noticed a yellow finch, perched on a bush a few feet away from him. Stanley slowly positioned himself against the tree, and began sketching the bird.
     A sudden racket from somewhere behind Stanley sent both himself and the bird flying. Of course, the bird was lucky enough to be able to actually fly, but Stanley had jumped up so fast, that if one were to have caught him in that moment, it would seem like he had been levitating mid-air.
     Stanley froze in his own little heaven of a forest, and listening to the clamoring get closer and closer. 
     "Get back here you motherfucking fag!" He heard a boy, who he immediately made out to be Henry Bowers, yell.
     Footsteps were getting closer to the teenager, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Suddenly, he was thrown to the ground; the air left his lungs, and he was breathless for a moment.
     His eyes opened after just a few seconds, and he saw big, chocolate brown eyes staring back at him.
     "Rich-"
     "Shh, they're after me!" His whispered in a panic.
     They heard the crashing of Henry Bowers and his gang in the woods, and thankfully they seemed to be getting further away. Or so they thought until the ugly face of Henry peered around at them from the tree Stanley had sat at earlier.
     Richie, who was still on top of Stanley, froze.
     "Well, well," said Henry. "Look at the two little fags getting it one in the woods. Now, don't let me stop anything important. You just pretend like  I'm not here ok?"
     Before either of the boys could react, Henry swing his foot back, landing it right into Richie's rib cage. The curly-haired brunet gasped in pain clutching his side.
     "Hey don't you do that to him!" Stanley yelled before he could even process the words. 
     Henry stared down at the blond teenager, his eyes glazed over with what only could be described as complete rage.
     "Standing up for that petty boyfriend of yours huh?" He asked, grinning.
     Stanley felt himself blush. "He-He's not my b-boyfriend!"
     "You're not fooling me cunt," Bowers growled, and kicked Richie in the side once again, who moaned in pain.
     Henry giggled. "Let's play a game... I'll count to ten, and you two can find a place to hide... but if I find you, it's the end of the line for both you fags."
     Henry turned around, and began counting slowly. Stan kept into action, grabbing his sketchbook, and then Richie.
     Richie's breathing was ragged, and Stanley began to worry about broken ribs... those could puncture lungs... Richie could die! Finally, he saw his destination; the Loser's Club hideout Ben had built underground during his free time.
     He hand barely made it in with Richie and shut the trap door before he heard Henry thrashing through the bushes on his hunt for the two boys. He watched the crazed older teenager through a small hole in the floor, careful not to be seen. Finally, after half an hour or so, Bowers screamed in defeat and left, but not before screaming "If I ever find you little fags, your life is over!"
     Stanley shakily sat on the ground, then looked over at Richie, who had been oddly quiet for the past while.
     The blond boy gasped. "What are you doing!" He cried.