The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Richie's POV

"He kissed me, Stan! And then he asked me to kiss him again! And he even mentioned making out!" I was pacing around in my room as Stan sat on my bed listening to me freak out.

His head was in his hands as he thought.

"What the fuck do I do?!"

I was basically screaming at Stan but he still sat there calmly.

"Stan!" I screeched.

"Richie," he said calmly, "sit your ass down."

I stood still and looked at him gaping.

"Sit down?" I asked, "how am I supposed to sit down when my crush just kissed me?!"

He raised his brow.

I sighed then sat down sloppily on the floor.

"What do I do?" I asked miserably.

Stan didn't say anything for awhile so I just nervously cleaned my glasses. I couldn't get the amazing feeling of Eddie's lips on mine out of my head.

He was so sweet and innocent and just fucking cute. I've thought so since the first time I saw him, even if I didn't realize how deep those feelings would go yet.

"Rich," Stan knocked me out of my thoughts, "you need to forget it ever happened."

My heart dropped.

"What?"

"Eddie has a girlfriend," Stan said softly, "your kisses didn't mean anything, Eddie is just a misguided innocent boy...." he sighed, "you need to just be his best friend again."

I felt claustrophobic. It hurt so bad, so fucking bad.

Stan looked deep in thought, and guilty even.

"Richie," he said softly again, "do you think you can do this?"

I nodded shakily, but I didn't believe myself even.

I already had a hard time acting like I wasn't head over heels for Eddie.

"I'm really sorry Rich," Stan said, "just, don't get your hopes up about Eddie."

I hung my head, knowing he was right.

"Shit!" Stan cursed all of a sudden and I snapped my head up. He was looking at the clock on my wall.

"What's wrong?" I managed to speak.

"I'm supposed to be home for supper by now!" Stan jumped to stand, "See ya tomorrow Rich!" he called racing out of my room.

I didn't say anything as he left, my sadness and self pity were overwhelming me.

Stupid fucking Eddie playing with me heartstrings.

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3rd Person POV

Stan hoped onto his bike and pedaled like mad.

He biked past his own home, down the street farther and turned down another road.

"Bill!" he yelled as he put the kickstand down on his bike and raced to the backdoor of Bill's house.

"Bill!" he called again knocking rapidly on the door until a messy haired boy in plaid pajama pants opened the door.

"S-stan?" Bill stuttered groggily, "what t-time is it?"

Stan rolled his eyes and stepped past Bill into his house, "it's 5:13, I'm late actually," he messed up the hair on Bill's head further, "you been napping?"

Bill yawned, "guess I f-fell asleep after I g-got home." He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck softly.

Stan smiled, "yeah, everyone seems to be a bit drowsy today."

Bill raised a brow.

"I can explain more, can we go up to your room though?"

Bill nodded sleepily and followed Stan upstairs.

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This is curiousssss

Heh I have a plan...

It's good.

And it explain what the fuck Stan was thinking when he told Richie to forget it after he just caught Eddie red handed.