Party Games |Stozier| •Short Story•

CHAPTER ONE

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NEVER HAVE
I EVER
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                    STANLEY URIS could feel his heart start to - metaphorically - fall out of his chest when he saw his longtime crush take a sip from his- alcohol-filled -red solo cup, a small smirk upon the boy's face as he did so.

"W-wait..." Stan stuttered, running a hand through his honey-coloured curls, his eyebrows furrowing. "You've actually managed to have sex with someone?" He breathed out.

Richie Tozier — Stanley's longtime crush — chuckled, leaning back against the living room wall. "Yeah, Stan. I have." He smirked at his best friend as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"How? You're... you're, well, you're you. You're trashmouth." The honey-coloured curly-haired boy stuttered out, his honey-brown coloured eyes widened with shock.

"Newsflash, Stanny. I can be quite charming." Richie grinned, grabbing ahold of his friend's hand and kissing the top of it.

The rest of the losers club silently watched the two. They all knew of Stan's crush on Richie, except the trashmouth himself.

Stan felt his face heat up from the affection he was receiving. "Shut up, Richie. Let's just play the game." He mumbled.

"Alright, alright." Richie said, letting go of his friend's hand, he ran his fingers through his disheveled ebony hair. "Let's continue."

The group didn't bother commenting on the two's recent interactions.

Instead, Beverly Marsh decided to continue their game of Never Have I Ever by speaking up. "Never have I ever had a wet dream about another member from the losers?"

Stan's cheeks instantly turned a burning mess, becoming bright red, he slowly brought his red solo cup up to his plump lips and hesitantly took a sip of the bitter alcohol.

In tow, Richie had also taken a sip from his cup and Bill too.

"Woah! Who'd you have a wet dream about?" The ebony-haired boy questioned, fixing his tilted glasses. "Was it me? I know I can be quite attractive." He wiggled his eyebrows at Stan.

"Beep-beep, Richie." Stan murmured, turning a darker shade of red, he placed his cup down onto the floor and covered his face with his hands.

He had a sweater on with sleeves longer than his arms and falling past his hands.

Richie couldnt help but find his best friend adorable, especially when the boy was wearing an oversized sweater.

He grinned. "You're cute when you get all shy and blush."

"Fuck off." The honey-coloured curly-haired boy said, his words muffled due to his hands covering his face. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Richie grabbed ahold of Stanley's hands, moving them from his face and kept them with his own. "You love me, Stan." He teased, unaware that his joke was actually true.

"Are we going to continue playing or do you two need to get a room?" Eddie Kaspbrak interrupted, rolling his eyes as he had a small smile upon his face.

Both Richie and Stan blushed as they removed their hands from each other's hold.

"Le-let's continue." Bill Denbrough stuttered, placing a hand under his chin as he thought of his 'Never have I ever' question. "Never huh-have I ever lied ab-about your fa-feelings to you-your crush in person."

Everyone but Eddie and Mike Hanlon took a sip from their red solo cups.

"Never have I ever longingly stared at my crush and then got caught." Beverly said, tucking a strand of her fiery-red hair behind her ear.

All the boys took a sip, Beverly being the only one who didn't and earning a look from the others. "What?" She asked.

"How have you never gotten caught staring at your crush?" Richie questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe because she's not an idiot like us boys. Girls are quite smart." Stanley butted in, playfully shoving the ebony-haired boy's shoulder. "Especially like you. You're the biggest idiot I've met."

"Is that so, babe?" Richie smirked, wrapping an arm around a blushing caramel-coloured curly haired boy's waist. "If I'm the biggest idiot then why am I your best friend?"

Stanley opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out, not a single word could be formed.

The rest of the losers gulped down the rest of their alcohol- deciding it was time to play another party game.

"Fu-fuck off." Stan stuttered, suddenly feeling as though he couldn't control his hormones when his best friend gripped his hip, the other's hand gently slipped under his shirt and was rubbing his hipbone.

"Richie." He warned in a hushed tone, not wanting the others to tease, he stuck his lower lip between his teeth.

The ebony-haired boy chuckled, gulping down the rest of his alcohol and he placed the empty cup beside him, not once removing his arm from around Stan's waist. "Let's play truth or dare."

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