Richie x Will (Ryers)

{15}

{W}

Shit..  I hope Richie's okay.. I shouldn't of pushed him away and I should've listened. Fuck I'm so stupid..
When Richie left the clouds started swirling in, to then start heavily raining. I stared out the window, holding Richie's shirt close to my chest from when we first met. I forgot to return it but it's mine now so ha-
El walked into the room. "Will..?" She asked, I spun around to her. "What. Are you sorry for kissing someone who I  like all because he looks like that l95w life bastard Mike?!" I yelled, making her flinch. "I didn't mean to-" El started but I caught her off, "You did mean to! And he told you he wasn't Mike but you still didn't listen!" El eventually got sick of it and she threw me against the wall, blood soon ran down her nose. I stared down at her, her eyes staring back at me with her hand up. "You're only mad because it's the fucking truth!"
"Shut up!" She screamed, the door slamming shut behind her. I soon felt a pressure around my neck, more blood dripped down and I started wheezing and coughing. "El stop..!" I gasped out. El's hand only seemed to tense more. But I fell flat on my was when Lonnie bursted through the door, "what the hell is going on!" He roared, both of us almost shitting ourselves. Lonnie looked over at So and saw her blood, then looking over at me. "You didn't hit her did you?" He asked, clenching his fist.
"No, I didn't! Why the hell would you give a crap anyways, she's not even your daughter." I snapped  at him, which pissed him off. Lonnie took a heavy breath and started charging at me, I flinched and raised my arms up to block him but El threw Lonnie outside the door into the wall before slamming the door, dragging the cupboard in front of it. She turned around to me panting quietly, "we need to find him.." I nodded, grabbing two raincoats, a bandana, before going out the window with El, she wiped her nose and followed after me. Hearing a loud banging noise from inside, "Open the fucking door!" It was Lonnie.
We both threw on the coats, I grabbed my bike and we booked it off, to downtown. We sat behind the library under heath some shelter, I handed her the bandanna and let her do her thing.

{R}

I woke up laying flat on a bed, my eyes slowly opened, finding myself in a familiar room. It was white, on the walls had a few black bird designs along with hippy posters and Jewish things- am I in Stan's house?
Yep.
The bird man himself walked in with a few things, wearing an over sized flannel that looked nothing like what he would wear, and shorts that I couldn't see. "You okay Rich?" He asked kneeling down to my level, cleaning a few scratches that hurt like fuck. I hissed quietly at it, "Yeah.. just peachy."
"Y'know, you're bad at sarcasm." He said standing up. "I realise, thanks birdy." I grunted and sat up, looking around. My glasses were on the table broken but everything seemed so clear. "Am I wearing contacts?" I looked at him.
"Yeah you are, I knew you'd freak out if you woke up so I did it when you were out. Also what happened to you?" Stan sat down his things before sitting next to me, I looked down at his socks and they had feathers on them. Cute.
"Nice socks." I said looking down at myself clean. "Did you clean me while I was out?"
Stan rolled his eyes, "some places, yes, I also cleaned your clothes for you by the way you're welcome, doesn't answer my question." He crossed his arms. "So you didn't clean up my dick?" I asked making a joke about it but he just looked at me disappointed.
"Fine fine, I was on my bike, almost got hit by a car and rolled down into a ditch, end of story." Stan raised his eye brow, fixing up his small rounded gold glasses like an aesthetic nerd.

An: sorta like what adult Stan wears- r.i.p

"Who's shirt are you wearing?" Stan asked. "Could ask you the same question Staniel. You never wear flannels." I crossed my arms looking at him. "It's Bill's, I stole it from him a while ago when I was at his, he didn't care to ask for it back."
"I thought you liked Mike?" He turned a bright red and rubbed the back of his neck, "I like both, shut up."
I let out a scoff and raised my hands in defence, "Chill. I liked Bill too way back in like 6th grade or some shit. And this shirt is Will's, I took it before I left his house." Stan looked at me unimpressed with the whole I use to like Bill crap. "Why did you leave his house? This has loop holes, Rich. If it started raining then why didn't you just stay at his?" I mocked him with his own words but in a higher pitched voice. "Meh, meh, meh. We got into an argument because his step sister kissed me because she thought I was someone I wasn't and Will saw, got pissed, kicked me out, it rained." I laid down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. "Jesus, sounds like trouble in paradise."
"Stan what if he dumps me, I don't want that." Stan just rolled his eyes again, "You didn't tell me you two were a thing but not the point, if he breaks up with you then stuff him, it's his fault for not listening to you in the first place and if he acts like a whiney kid about it then screw it." I chuckled, "Look out, Stan's cussing."
"Richie seriously."
I sat up looking at him, "But-" he covered my mouth, his hands were softer then I thought damn. "No buts, if he dumps you because his sister kissed you without your consent, it's for the best. You don't deserve someone who'll get mad about it like that. Understand?" I nodded a little, Stan smiled and pulled away. "Good." I looked at his glasses again and just looked at him and his messy was curly hair. His hair was almost the same colour as this thin rimmed glasses. "You look cute with those glasses Stanny, maybe that'll get one of your crushes' attentions." I winked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and pushed me away. "Dumbass." Was all he said. I fell back and sat up with my elbows. "Tomorrow we're getting you a new look, you want to stand out? Take my advice." Stan looked at me and snickered, "Well I can say the same for you, Tozier." I let out a fake gasp, putting my hand over my heart. "Are you saying I don't have a good sense of style?" Stan just nodded and grinned. "Oh come on, trust meee!" I whined. "Fine, but if you try and make me dress up like a prostitute then I will hit you with the nearest item." I stuck my hand out and he gladly shook it, "deal."

An: stozier makes me happy ngl, I might make another story about these two idiots. <3