Party Games |Stozier| •Short Story•

CHAPTER THREE

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SPIN THE
BOTTLE
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STANLEY watched as the bottle spun in the middle of the losers circle. He hoped it'd somehow land on no one, but that didn't happen as it landed on Beverly.

"Err, well then I have to kiss you." He mumbled and moved over to her, grabbing ahold of her cheek gently and connected their lips for a moment before going back to his spot beside Richie.

Richie adjusted his glasses, sticking his bottom lip in between his teeth, he looked over at Stan.

When he had seen Stan kiss Beverly he was jealous, still was at the moment.

"Rich, you're up." Beverly said.

Richie placed his hand on the bottle before spinning it

He anxiously awaited for it to land on someone.

The bottle slowly landed in the middle of Stan and Eddie.

All of the losers - besides Stan and Eddie - agreed that the bottle was pointing more towards Stan.

The caramel-coloured curly haired boy blushed and looked over at his best friend. "You going to kiss me then, or what?"

The ebony-haired boy licked his lips, cupping his friend's cheeks as he leaned in and connected their lips.

He nipped gently at Stanley's lower lip, earning a soft moan from the other, he hummed satisfied.

Richie went to lean back but was pulled in closer by Stan when the boy's arms wrapped around his neck and entangled his fingers into the ebony strands of hair.

The others all cleared their throats to let them know that they were still there.

The two instantly pulled apart, leaving a good foot of distance between them, and their faces completely red.

They sat down, avoiding eye contact with the others.

Beverly grinned. "Bill, your go."

"Uh... oh-okay." The cerulean-blue eyed boy stuttered, running a hand through his dark brown hair before spinning the bottle.

"It landed on... Stan." Beverly said once the bottle stopped spinning.

"Why is it always me getting kissed?" Stan pouted slightly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Bill shrugged and moved over to where his curly haired friend was and cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a sweet and slow kiss.

Richie immediately felt jealous as he watched the two lean back from sharing a kiss, his jaw clenching slightly and he slightly glared at Bill.

"Staniel, can we talk?" He mumbled.

Stan looked over at his ebony-haired friend, nodding his head, he stood up and waiting for the other to do the same.

Richie stood up and grabbed Stan's wrist, pulling him along to the basement washroom. He shut the door, locking it, he looked at the other.

"What's this about, Ri..."

The honey-coloured curly haired boy was cut off by the other boy's lips connecting with his own. He instantly entangled his fingers into the boy's ebony strands of hair, kissing the other back.

Richie hummed into the kiss, gently cupping Stan's cheeks and pulling him closer.

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