Worst Of You

No. 1

It was any other night, Friday and at Ben's house. The losers cramped on the couch at 2 am watching a movie, only a few of them were asleep, like Stan and Mike, now trust me when I say that whenever Richie gets the chance to annoy Stan he will.

Richie snuck into the room, sitting Stan up carefully before getting to work.

After he was done with everything he walked out giggling like a child. "What did you do." Bev asked with no tone, looking at him. "I just gave Stan a little makeover." Richie grinned, holding up his hands that were covered in pink. Bill glanced at Richie before his eyes widen. "R-Richie he's gonna fucking kill you."
Before Richie could say anything he was cut off by a scream from the room, then having an angry Stan with pink curly hair throw the door open, causing Eddie to wake up who had fallen asleep on Bill.

"Who, the fuck done this." Stan said in a low voice, Richie felt the guilt wash up over him, he actually regret what he done. Bev looked over at Richie, Stan noticed and locked eyes with him.

This has gone on long enough. At least for Stan. Richie would always pull pranks on Stan to only get attention, he had a small crush on Stan, and only wanted for him to notice.
The pranks had been going on for years, ever since the fifth grade. But until now they've been harmless. Like in seventh grade when Richie filled Stan's locker with confetti, or when Stan was asleep at his house he left a hickey on his neck knowing that his mum would freak.
Harmless.

Stan clenched his fist and walked straight towards the smaller brunette in a ball of rage. Richie felt the fear bubble up inside, causing him to step back. And in a blink of an eye, Stan grabbed Richie by the neck and held up him against the wall behind him. His hand wasn't exactly strangling but more of just slightly choking, but his arms were tense. Richie wouldn't of been lying if he said he genuinely found this a turn on. But now wasn't the time for his horny mind to take control. "Stan..! Wait! I'm sorry, I really am- look I-I'll buy you some new dye or I'll help wash it out." Stan just stared into Richie's eyes, Bev got up pulling  Stan off shooting both of them a glare. "Enough!" She yelled, both Stan and Richie going quiet.
"Look. For the rest of the night, can you both act like normal people." Bev looked at Stan, earning a nod, then at Richie, same action. She let out a sigh walking into the kitchen, Ben got up and went after her, knowing that she was stressed.

Bev was the mum of the group. Always keeping these idiots in check, Richie would make jokes about how she'll go grey before she even reaches twenty five.

Stan glared at Richie, "I hate you." He spat and walked off, tired and angry. Richie felt an invisible spear stab through his heart. It hurt. Richie was head over heels for Stan and he tried and tried so much to get over him but could never achieve so. Tears swelled up in Richie's doe eyes, causing himself to walk out of the house, slamming the door.

Eddie looked over at Bill worried. "Should we go after him."
Bill sighed and leaned back on the couch, "Don't worry, he'll be back."

Richie had gone down to the chemist, pharmacy, the only one that opened late at night for emergencies. He almost ran through the glass sliding door but stopped himself when there was a girl at the counter who just gave him a look. He looked around the store for brown hair dye. "What's a guy like you doing over here so late." She asked chewing on a piece of Bubble gum. "Looking for something for a friend- yeah a friend of mine." Richie stuttered, rethinking his words.
Is Stan my friend? I hope so- he's like my best friend.
"Why's that." It had been a long night for this girl so she was pleased that she had someone to talk to. Richie picked up the dye walking to the blonde haired girl. To sum her looks up- she looked like Billie Eillish with blonde hair. "I accidentally dyed his hair pink as a prank. And he hates me." He said uneasy, putting it on the counter. "Who needs friends." the girl just mumbled, scanning the item. "Well.. my friend is different. He's a bit sarcastic but he is a good friend, he always protects me of things and he can be a big softie when it comes to birds." Richie rambled on, looking down with a smile and small heart eyes. The girl noticed, smiling herself. "That's cute, do like this boy?" She asked, seeming somewhat interested in this. Richie turned red, getting the money out of his pocket awkwardly, giving it to her. "N-No! That's gross, I'm not gay why would I be gay? That's stupid."
She huffed quietly, "dude chill, I'm not against it. I know what it must be like for you. Getting bullied.. have everyone turn against you for who you like. I get it." Richie looked up, her name tag reading Maya. "Do you like girls?" He asked, hope sparked in his eyes. "Yeah I do. Hey, I guess that's something we can disagree on." She joked, putting the dye into a bag for him. "Look lil dude, if you like this guy you gotta shoot your shot at him, and if he doesn't then hey there are so many other boys in the world who will treated you right." Maya said handing him the bag with a smile. Richie smiled up at her. "Thanks Maya!" He beamed happily, taking the bag gently before running out with the biggest smile on his face,

What a lovely girl she is. He thought

An: aH- I already love this and have many ideas for this

Once Richie got home Bill looked at him then the bag. "What's that?" He asked, "Not the problem, where's Stan."
"He went home, he said he was feeling sick and he threw up in the toilet after eating an apple." Eddie answered, fiddling with his inhaler, Bill gently putting his arm around him. "Oh." Richie muttered sounding upset.  "He'll be around tomorrow, don't worry. We're going to the quarry." Ben said, hoping Richie would feel better a little. And he did. "Cool, I just really want to make up for what happened." Richie admitted, Bev smirked. "Don't worry, come watch this with us."

Richie jumped onto the couch throwing the bag aside, watching the movie that was playing on tv, and for the first time in a long time Richie was calm and content.