Stan was walking to the Derry public library, he had agreed to meet Mike there so they could study for History together.
Stan breathed in the scent of fall with a fond look on his face, Fall always was his favorite season, the leaves changing color and the slight chill. The pumpkin, the spices, the constant smell of wood fire and memories of haunted hay rides.
Leaves crunched under his boots as he padded up the stairs to the library doors, pulling one of them open and dodging inside. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up a slight bit. He had stolen some of his sisters nail polish and changed the beige pink color to one of a more bold red, hiding his hands when his father was around. Now however, he admired the color on his slender fingers and wondered what Mike would think, after all, Mike was the reason he had gone so bold with the color in the first place. He wanted to impress him.
Mike spotted Stan from across the library but let him search around for a moment anyways, wanting to admire his rosy cheeks and soft curls from a distance before he had to pretend like he didn't want to kiss the cold off of him.
Stan finally found him and a smile of recognition spread across his face before he pranced over and sat down in the chair across from Mike.
Mike listened as Stan explained why he was a bit late, saying he had got caught up with some people at the quarry before he came there. The slight wetness of his hair confirmed this and Mike smiled a bit.
"You're gonna catch a cold like that you know?" Mike put a hand in Stan's hair and ruffled it to make a point. Stan melted at the feeling of Mike messing with his hair and Mike melted because "oh my god his hair is even softer than it looks."
Mike pulled his hand away quickly after the moment lasted a bit too long and the two made eye contact with Stan looking vulnerable and Mike looking lovesick.
Mike cleared his throat and looked away, opening his history binder, Stan staring at him for a moment before doing the same. He placed a hand on the table as he flipped through to the homework they were planning to work on together.
"Stan-" Mike's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the ruby red color on his fingernails. Stan looked at him questioningly before following his gaze and blushing, shyly pulling it off the table and breaking Mike's focus on it.
"No! no, no- you're okay I was- I just- they looked really nice." Mike immediately started after realizing Stan thought it was bothering him. Mike clamped his mouth shut to make sure he wouldn't embarrass himself anymore, biting down on the inside of his cheek and hoping Stan didn't become weirded out and just leave.
"Oh, Thank you." Stan blushed more and smiled a bit, putting his hand back on the table and then starting to discuss a topic in history, Mike answering him and then asking a question about something else.
Burrowed deep into the nonfiction section of the library was Ben Hanscom, tailed shortly after by Beverly Marsh. She was off hemming and hawing about how boring the books Ben was scanning over were, but Ben knew she would leave if she really didn't want to be there.
Ben pulled a book of Derry history off the shelf and sat with his back against the books at the end of the row and opened it. Beverly sat next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder to read as well. Ben flipped through the pages serenely until he heard soft quiet breaths and looked over slightly to see that Beverly was asleep. He knew that this was probably the only sleep she had gotten in a few days so he closed the book and moved her head to his lap to stroke her hair gently. He knew also that no one would come down here and bother them, so he found it safe enough to lean his own head back and drift off.
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Fanfica reddie story • "all I knew, was that I had fallen hopelessly in love." • a group of damaged misfits cross paths and find home within eachother