Worst Of You

No. 2

Tw: mentions of suicide and anorexia

Stan had made himself throw up just so he could go home because he started to feel his anxiety take over. Once he got there he locked himself in his room, taking off his shirt so that in the mirror he could see his bone like body covered in scars and cuts. Most of the cuts actually spelt things such as: fag, stupid, ugly, fat, etc. He H A T E D himself, more then anything. His own figure triggered him more then an inplaced item.
Stan thought that everyone thought his about him when going to the quarry. But he was wrong, he didn't know that yet. Richie found Stan to be one of the most attractive guys he's ever laid eyes on.

He took off his beanie and let his now pink hair flop out. He didn't hate it, and that was the truth, but now whoever sees it will think that he's more of a fag then ever. And if truth be told, Stan actually didn't mind the small pranks that Richie pulls off half the time, like the time when Richie covered, COVERED his entire floor and whatever he could in flowers, Stan found it super cute of him. He genuinely likes small pranks like that, and admires that the young trashmouth would have the time and effort to plan this all in his head. So a part of him was somewhat happy that Richie was touching his hair, even if it wasn't exactly lovey or anything like that, at least he got to play with the curls.

"Fuck Stan- not again you stupid fucking fag." Stan mumbled to himself, slapping his own face which stung like a bitch. He walked to his desk and grabbed out the small blade he hid in a mini chest of drawers. But this time he was very hesitant.. Fuck it. And he did, pushing past all the thoughts that tried stopping him.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four. The blood just started dripping from the top to the floor.
Every cut hurt, every cut was deep in his chest and it felt good.

•••

So the next day Richie was the first person to be at the quarry. He sat with the dye near him on a rock and was drawing the setting, enjoying the morning sun on his pale skin. He listened to the sound of all the things near by like birds that reminded him of Stan and the water that went down stream. Earlier today he met up again with Maya from last night and the two talked about a few things, like crushes, school, blah blah. They had surprisingly became really close, almost like siblings.

"Sup Tozier." Patrick spat walking to him with his side bitch Victor. At least the mullet isn't there. Richie ignored them and just continued with his sketch. "Oi fag, I'm talking to you." Victor snapped walking closer, to only grab the book out of his hands, "Hey! Give it back asshole." Richie growled up at him, only earning  a shove from Patrick, hitting his head on a rock behind him almost hissing at the pain. "Why should we?" Victor snickered, going through the sketches, eventually finding one of Stan, Richie's heart sank in embarrassment, he leaped forward but Victor stuck his arm out blocking him from doing so.

Richie was short and there is no lie in that. Let's say in this story that Richie would've only been like a few inches taller then Eddie so roughly 5'1.

"Awh isn't that fucking disgusting, Richie Tozier is the fag of the school and we have proof." Patrick howled with laughter, Richie went red. He jumped up trying to get the book but failed as predicted. Soon enough this turned into piggy in the middle, the book flew over his head from Patrick to Victor and it continued. Richie ran at Patrick and shoved him over, Victor only stepping in to yank his hair back.

What a coincidence.
Stan had arrived hoping that no one was there but he was wrong, he saw Richie struggling against the two bullies. A small sigh fell from his nose, he wasn't going to just stand around. He walked over to them, when the book flew over he reached up catching it with ease, gently giving it back to Richie, but it was only knocked out of his hands by Victor. Stan turned to the assholes, "Alright youve had your fun, go away." He ordered. The bullies laughed. " There are better ways to waste your time."
"Fine, but we'll be back. Oi fag, enjoy your stupid boyfriend, make sure neither of you fairies get aids." Patrick said almost trying to scare them, they both walked off but shoved Richie into Stan.
They both just looked at each other. Surprisingly, Richie was first to pull back, he ran over to his book and dusted it off carefully, before cursing a lot of 'no's when most of the pages and drawings were ruined.
Stanley quietly made his way to the devastated boy and looked down at him, laying a hand on his shoulder, Richie looked up at him with glossy eyes but looked away. "I can buy you a new one. And don't worry about them." He said softly, kneeling down next to him.
"Why? I thought you hated me.." Richie muttered.

Richie is the kind of person that when someone is mad at him, he will always push them away even though he hates it and even though it does hurt him.

"Hey I don't hate you, I only just said that out of anger.. and I couldn't ever hate you." Stan cooed softly, putting an arm around him gently. Richie blushed a little and looked at the book. "You don't need to say that just to try and make me feel better." Stan frowned and got in front of him, softly cupping his freckled, squishy  face to lift it up so that they made eye contact. "Richie. I don't hate you. I was only upset with that stunt you pulled off last night, but its only hair."
Richie wanted to give in but felt he couldn't. It came down to trust issues. He shook his head out of his hands only to be put back into them.  "Seriously, you'd have to do a lot for me to hate you. And you're no where near it."
He nodded a little, looking down with his eyes, "well in that case you don't have to buy me a new book." Richie joked looking at him. Stan removed his hand and gently scruffed his curly hair. "I will get you a new one." He pleaded. Richie wasn't going to bother, he smiled and closed his eyes leaning into Stan's soft hand. He enjoyed the small attention.
"So.. are we still friends..?" Richie asked. "Yeah, still friends." They both looked lovingly into one anothers eyes, before Richie jumped up grabbing the brown dye. "Speak of which- I owe you one."

And so they got to work, Richie dyed Stan's hair back to brown. "You look good as a cotton candy not gonna lie Stanny." Stan rolled his eyes and smiled at Richie who kept massaging the dye through, "well thank you." Richie smiled down at him.
Once the dye had settled in, Stan and Richie went down to the water to wash it out. Stan sat up shaking his now brown hair dry, accidentally getting droplets on Richie. The two walked back up talking about things, to then see the rest of their friends getting ready to jump, "Oh so were you two fucking?" Bev asked grinning, "Yeah actually we were. I'm surprised you couldn't hear Stan moaning out my name." Richie responded with his cocky attitude. Stan just looked at Richie, and his face just shouted 'are you sure it wasn't you?'
Bev shook her head and chuckled, Richie threw off his shirt turning to Stan. Richie was surprisingly tan for someone who barely goes outside. Stan looked back at the small boy. "Are you gonna come in?" Stan shook his head no, "Don't feel like it." He crossed his arms together. Richie nodded, taking off his shoes, socks,  glasses and shorts like the rest of them as Stan stood awkwardly. "You'll sit down on the rock near the water though yeah?" Richie asked him, "Yeah, don't worry." He reassured with a smile. "Okay, join us if you get lonely." Richie playfully but also flirtingly blew Stan a kiss before running off the cliff to hit the water, along with the others.
Stan blushed a little and went around to everyone's clothes to fold them neatly, his ocd was somewhat playing up, when he was fixing Richie's clothes a little pink curl caught his eye, he smiled at that without minding it at all. When he finished he walked down to the lower half to sit on a rock and watch them all. His eyes almost immediately laid on Richie, who was splashing around like an idiot. He looked so happy, it was just adorable. Stan really admired the boy, but he hated to admit it, then suddenly his heart just dropped when he realised what he was doing.
Checking out another boy? What the hell is wrong with you?
This thought triggered him straight away, his laid his hand on his wrist and started to slightly pick and scratch at it. He had no blades and there was nothing sharp around him, Stan got so lost in his mind that he didn't even realise how deep he had eventually got. He let out a yell in pain which got everyone's attention, he gripped onto his wrist ans tried stopping it from bleeding. They all swam over to him, Richie being the first, before crowding. Richie moved closer to Stan laying a wet hand on his knee, both of them locking eyes.

"Stan are you okay?"