Worst Of You

No. 4

Tw: violence, slurs, and suicide

The next day it was school. Richie had worn a hoodie to cover up the massive hickey from yesterday, he was genuinely happy with himself about it. He walked over to the group, looking around for Stan. Bill was standing next to Eddie, he was leaning against the locker as Eddie looked up at him holding books close to his chest, both having heart eyes. "Wassup gays." Richie grinned walking to them.
"Don't you mean guys?" Eddie asked looking at him with a flustered face, "I didn't stutter, where is everyone." Bill huffed at them, "B-Bev and Ben are s-studying. Mike is s-sick and haven't seen your b-boyfriend, Stan."
"Flattering Bill." Richie mocked him, Eddie noticed the bruise on Richie's neck and got a look at it, gently pulling the hoodie down a bit. Richie went red and slapped his hand against the hickey. "Richie!" Eddie gasped, "is that a hickey? Those are bad for you, they can give you heart attacks depending where they are." Bill looked down in awe at the little doctor, before his blue eyes set on Richie. "Yeah it's a hickey." He muttered, Bill raised his eyebrow, "wh-who from?" He really went red. "Eddie's mom of course, who else would it be." Richie tried defending himself but neither of the two were convinced, the awkward tension filled the air until it broke when Henry threw Richie into a locker. Eddie flinched and almost hid himself behind Bill.
"You stupid fucking fag." He mumbled, socking Richie in the face, Eddie hated seeing Richie hurt by Henry, he knows that this had been going for a long time.
The small brunette pushed the mullet which caused him to drop Richie. Henry turned down to Eddie, he bought up his leg before booting him in the chest, Bill quickly grabbed Eddie and pulled him close. "Y-you asshole he has a-asthma!" Eddie wheezed violently, clinging to Bill. Henry rolled his eyes, going back to beating up Richie.
Stan arrived shortly after that it started happening and felt himself go sick. He stormed to the two and kicked off Henry, before grabbing Richie and running, Bill picked up Eddie, following them.

The core four of gays were outside under a tree, Bill was helping Eddie and Stan was helping Richie. "How did this even start?" Stan asked looking at the bruised boy, he shrugged, "he started it. Trust me." Bill held the inhaler up to Eddie's mouth, guiding the boy to take in breathes. Richie felt inside weird. Like- does Stan remember what happened yesterday? Or was it just for a stupid fun session.
"Anyways- it's fine." Richie gently slapped Stan's hand away, the thought was getting to him and he knew he was going to regret it. Stan looked at Richie confused, he just let him do his thing but it genuinely hurt. Bill on the other hand got defensive, "i-its not fine R-Richie! E-Eddie can't even b-breath because he s-stood up for you!"
"Oh shut the fuck up Bill, don't put the blame onto me just because your fucking boyfriend is hurt! I didn't do shit." Richie was quick to snap. Bill and Richie were brothers, they got along like a house on fire but oh god will they argue. Bill gets really protective over people that he cares about deeply and if anyone hurt them..It gets violent. And Richie has anger issues. Issues that had been going on for a long time. "H-he's not my b-boyfriend! If you w-weren't you, this wouldn't of ha-happened!" Bill shot his head up to the trash mouth. "Right, because you're not a fucking fag?" Richie felt everything inside of him drop. Bill looked at him hurt, so did Stan and Eddie. Richie's mouth opened a little bit, "No.. Bill wait- that just came out!" He tried to defend himself, but Bill had already carefully moved off Eddie and swung a hit across his face. Another bruise. Blood trickled down his nose. "F-Fuck you!" With that, Bill picked up Eddie again walking off. Richie felt tears spike his eyes, he turned to Stan quickly who looked really pissed off with what he said. "So what was yesterday, Richie."
"Stan listen- I don't see you as a fag for what happened and-"
"What. Was yesterday." Stan raised his voice, angry tears rolled down his face. "Was I just your test subject? Was it just a fucking joke?!" Richie's heart inside broke, he had fucked up. But that didn't stop him from being an angry child and blurting out, " Why does that matter to you anyways? I thought you hated me."
"You're such a fucking idiot.." Stan muttered, covering his face in disbelief. Richie had clicked. His eyes widened behind the foggy lenses and he felt a bit hopeful? "Wait.. Stan.." Stan snapped his head back up, "Yes! Okay! Fucks sake, I'm gay. There! I fucking said it." His face went red and he quickly looked away before he got up, Richie reached out to him but he pulled back. "So.. am I just a fucking fag to you?" Stan looked down at Richie, he wanted hope, he wanted to believe that Richie would like him back. In Stan's eyes, he looked lost and alone.
Richie just didn't know what to say, he was just processing everything and if confused him! Stan acted like the straightested person in the world, so this just stunned him, he didn't even know how to act.
As the two fell into silence, Stan nodded. "I see." With that, he turned and walked away. The tears wouldn't stop rolling down his face.
Fucking idiot! He wouldn't ever like you back. You fucking know that.
"Wait- Stan!" Richie called out. But he just got the cold shoulder. Stan swore he heard Richie mumble something, though he just pushed past it. "Im gay..."

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Stan had caught up with Bill and Eddie, who were sitting against the wall. He sat down in front of the two, Eddie looked at the noodle. "What happened?" His voice was rapsy, Stan scoffed as he wiped his eyes dry. "I realised I had fallen for the wrong person, I fucking hate myself." Despite Richie knowing, Eddie and Bill were also aware of Stan's situation. Only Bill actually knew what he would do, and sadly he found out the hard way.

Summers day. Bill has gone to see Stan about an assignment that they were partnered for. He knocked on the soft blue door but got no answer. After a few minutes he attempted again, finding out that the door was unlocked. Bill stepped inside after removing his shoes before calling out to bird boy, only getting silence for an answer. Though everything changed when he heard the bath water running upstairs. Bill dropped the things he held and flew up the stairs, opened the door and saw Stan in a tub of blood with his shorts on and a singlet. He almost pulled the boy out who thankfully was still alive, they laid on the bathroom floor, both in tears. The blue eyed boy was furious with what he saw, he accidentally lashed out but Stan only cried a bit more. Bill wrapped up his wrists immediately apologising. They both talked about it, and later that day Stan had fallen asleep on Bill, but Bill stayed up making sure he was okay, he was fucking tired the next day but it was worth it.

"D-Dont worry. He's an a-asshole." Bill mumbled, playing with Eddie's blonde and curly hair. "We kissed, well.. mad out yesterday." Stan admitted, fiddling with his hands. Both Bill and Eddie looked up in shock, "Woah- really?" Eddie croaked out, Stan nodded sheepishly. Bill playfully punched his shoulder, "Nice."
"Oh shut up." He giggled, going red. "Tell us about it Stanny Stan." Eddie begged, the bird smiled at the two. And for the rest of the morning the trio of girly (Bill's not girly) gays chatted out Stan's experience yesterday, and honestly? It helped him take his mind off everything that happened. So he enjoyed just being an idiot with his two best friends.

An: aH- I am so sorry for the delays for the stories. I'm just hella busy-