Stozier Bird Watching 🕊

The Park

he woke up. 10:30 am. he got up and put his favourite red striped shirt on his jean shorts and striped socks to match and packed his bag with his binos, 3 bird books, a flask, a small bag of bird feed and a pad and a pen. all set. richie wore his baggy t shirt, his "iconic" freeses shirt they all called it. he wore shorts with stripes at the side of the pocket and plain grey socks to match. They left their houses both getting on their bikes and riding to the park which was close. Stan waved at richie when he saw him in the distance. "Trashmouth!" "Stan the man!" a usual friendly greeting as it was. "jesus stan your lip look i'm prepared" richie said worried. "woah richie my goodness is that a first aid box, do you even know what that is?" stan said joking around. "haha very funny stan come here because i know what i'm doing for once" "sure you do rich sure you do" stan smirked but let him try to help his lip which had started to blister. he put a disinfectant wipe on it and stanley winced. "jeez rich what is that, acid?" "calm down you baby it's just cleaning stuff, i think" "very reassuring rich". Richie put a small plaster on it. Which was almost destined to fall off but he didn't know much about what he was doing and left it stanley gratefully accepted him trying to help and it stopped hurting for a bit. they walked into the park their bikes by their sides looking for a place to sit to watch the birds and talk. As always it was a competition as to maybe who could get there first or who picked the best spot. but this time stanley just pushed richie into a bush. stanley and richie laughed and feeling bad stanley held his hand out and richie grabbed it he pulled him up too harshly and ended up almost giving each other a hug. "woah calm down romantic much" richie said but smirked. "you know i didn't mean to just trying to help" stanley said looking flushed. "i know what you meant stan look there's a great spot race you for it" richie said getting ready to pounce on a perfect spot in the sun with a tree for shade and flat earth to sit on. "i'm gonna beat you richie" Stanley and Richie ran for the spot toppling over each other at the end and bursting into laughter. their backs on the ground looking at the sky and then turned to look at each other. they were close yet again. Richie jokily blew a kiss and they laughed but it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. They say there with a picnic blanket on the ground and set out stanley's bag while richie brang a first aid kit with a drawing pad in it. They sat there for must of been hours looking for birds, telling jokes, getting deep with conversations, drawing, competitions the natural richie and stanley friendship. they both wanted more than a friendship but they could never get the urge to say it, no matter what.