Worst Of You

No. 7

The morning came way too soon. Stan woke up naturally yet still struggled, his eyes refused to open but eventually they did. In front of him laid a sleeping Richie, with a slight yellow/Orange tint on his face from the sun outside. Richie gave off a small shiver, due to the wind and the broken window, so Stan carefully placed a soft and fluffy blanket on him. He gently brushed his hair out of his face, placing a gentle kiss on his temple before getting up going to the closet.
There he found just a casual puffy black jumper and a pair of black pants. The new style. And so, Stan changed into the outfit, off came the shirt and that's when Richie woke up. He leaned over putting on his glasses and saw Stan's back. Nothing else. But holy fuck, Richie almost drooled at the sight of his back. A thing that Richie LOVED was back muscles, he just found it so hot.
Though Stan turned around seeing him, both of them went red and Richie quickly looked away.
"Morning StAn." Richie blurted, his voice cracking slightly which made Stan chuckle after putting on his jumper. "Good morning to you as well Rich."
"I'm not looking so don't worry."
While Stan finished changing, Richie occasionally glanced over to see what he could get. Which sadly wasn't much, seeing as how turned Stan was to him. But Stan kept turning away from Richie due to... let's not go into detail. Once he finished, Richie made it look like he was looking back at Stan. As if he wasn't before.

"You wanna wear something of mine?" Stan gestured to the white closet, Richie nodded and got up walking to it. He looked through it with a quiet hum. "What kind of clothes do you have Stanny."
Stan shrugged, Richie hummed, he leaned in and grab a huge jumper that had red and black striped sleeves, with a graphic design on the front. "This is mine," he joked, picking out a pair of pants that came down to his knees. Stan looked down at him, "let's see if they fit. Meanwhile do you want me to make you anything?" Stan asked.
Richie looked up at him, "I'm good, I don't usually get hungry." Stan nodded, "Do you want me to leave or-"
"You can do whatever, it doesn't bother me." Awkward silence filled between the two, but Stan nodded and turned away walking to his bag to fill it up with shit he needed for school, while Richie faced the closet and began to change. Once the big jumper went over his head, it laid lazily on top of Richie's small body, the ends of the sleeve hung over his hand and the shirt came down to his ass, which made him smile. The pants on the other hand surprisingly fit him well. A little baggly but it was good.
Richie ran up behind Stan once he was done, and 'attacked' him with the end of the sleeve playfully, Stan looked down at him smiling. The clothes made Richie look even more smaller then he already is, Richie pulled the hood over his face and it covered his eyes, he stuck up his hand in the form of a gun pointing it at Stan, but most of his hand was sucked into the sleeve.
"Gimme the money boi or your ass is mine." Richie grumbled, making his voice crack seeing as it can't go that low. Stan crossed his arms playfully, "oh sure. You aren't getting any money from me." Richie grinned devilishly before using his other hand to swing around and grab Stan's ass, giving it a squish. "Your ass is mine." Richie said before bursting into a fit of laughter, Stan started laughing and he face palmed himself shaking his head. "You're so fucking cute. come on, we're gonna be late." Stan smiled widely before gently taking Richie downstairs. The small one sitting on the bottom, attempted to do his laces until the noodle gladly helped. Richie blushed a little at this and it made him feel little inside, and a bit mushy. When Stan was done helping Richie, he gently moved back the hood and kissed his forehead. Seeing as his shoes were already on, he got up walking out, waiting for Richie, who was a soft flustered mess.
They both got out of the door, locked it up, and began the journey to school. The whole time they were just talking a bunch of nonsense, nothing in particular. It was indeed a good day, but it was sadly going to get worse.

Richie took one step into school, and already, there were people spotting him, turning to their friends to whisper before laughing. Richie felt the anxiety raise inside slowly.
What's this about? Why are they laughing? I haven't done anything embarrassing have I? No.
Stan noticed, he thought people were just being dicks about them being with each other. But he was wrong. They got into the hallway and Stan's eyes immediately set on Richie's locker, there was writing all over it. Most of it saying in black writing: kill yourself, fucking faggot, slut, desperate, needy bitch, two timer, aids carrier. It didn't end.
Richie didn't see as he was too busy looking at the floor, but Stan just gently grabbed his shoulder, leading him away. Richie was confused, he looked up at Stan. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just keep walking."
Richie slowly turned around and saw. There were people surrounding the locker, laughing and talking about it. His heart dropped. His face went pale and he felt light headed. Tears started flodding out of Richie's now glossy eyes, everyone was Richie, they started pointing him out.
Richie felt as if he was going to faint at any minute, his legs forced him to run out of the door. Stan ran after him.
As much as Richie didn't want to, he took himself out to Danny, who was standing with his dick friends, the 'cool' kids. Richie walked right up to him and slapped him across the face. Danny stumbled a bit and looked at Richie, "What the fuck! Why did you hit me you slut?" He snapped. The words stabbed him through the heart, it hurt a lot.
"Why the fuck.. did you write that on my locker. What the fuck! Did you tell people!" Richie cried out. He had actually liked Danny, he thought he did.
"Oh." Danny chuckled, "I didn't write that, people chose to. And I just told them what we had done yesterday Richie darl. Don't you remember when you forced me to fuck you?" An evil grim spread across his face, his gave off a cruel glow.
"We didn't fuck, you lying asshole!" Richie kicked him in the chest, Stan gently grabbed the angry boy and held him back.
"That reminds me! I also informed people that you left and went to fuck your friend there behind you. We all know you're a pathetic slut Rich."
Richie yelled and struggled to reach for Danny, he had no other desire then to kick this mother fucker's ass. But Danny done nothing but laugh in his face.
"Fuck you Danny. You're a fucking cunt." Richie spat, storming off. Stan shot Danny a death glare, following Richie.

Richie stormed off to behind the school. He threw himself down next to a tree and spun around to punch the tree. Stan stopped in his tracks for a moment, Richie crawled into a ball, it went quiet and the only thing heard was Richie's heavy pants. Stan quietly walked over to Richie, sitting in front of him slowly.
"Hey, Richie."
Richie sniffed and wiped his nose, forcing his legs closer to himself. "What." He said sounding clearly annoyed.
Stan leaned forward, laying his hand on his knee. "Don't worry, this'll blow over."
"No, this won't. Everyone thinks I forced Dan to fuck me, they're all gonna call me a slut and a fag and even worse is that you've been bought into it! You're gonna get bullied as well!" Richie cried into his knees, Stan moved closer and gently pulled Richie into his lap. The boy laid his head on Stan's shoulder, relaxing slowly.
They say there quietly until the losers started surrounding them. "Rich, what happened." Bev asked and Immediately got protective.
"Dan just spread some rumours." Richie sniffed, looking down. Bev inhaled sharply before storming off with Ben following her.
Eddie sat next to the two, he gently played with Richie's hair. "Hes an asshole, we'll fuck him up."
Bill chuckled, placing himself near Eddie, he looked at him with heart eyes and Stan almost chuckled to himself due to the fact that he was well aware on how in love Bill was with him. Mike sat criss cross in front of them all.
Richie smiled sadly, he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I'll just have to ignore people today."
"If anyone starts shit you've got us to back you up okay Rich?" Mike said. Richie, who felt comforted with words, nodded softly as he allowed his face to sink into Stan's chest.
"We should leave so we don't have to deal with people today." Richie hummed, the boys all agreed to. No one had a problem.
Bev soon came back with a bruise covering her freckled cheek, and blood scattered on her knuckles, Ben came panting behind her. "What did you do?" Richie asked looking at her.
"I just gave him a piece of my mind. If you see him compliment his eye." She winked. They all laughed quietly.

Beverly was a very nice and caring person, sweet and wouldn't hurt a thing. But oh boy- if you hurt one of her boys she'll fuck you up. Let's just say that it was a good thing that it wasn't Ben because right now she probably would've gotten expelled.

"Well we're planning on leaving anyways." Richie yawned, sitting up. The losers all got up. Stan looked at Richie, "Hey Rich, do you wanna just go to yours and chill?" Eddie looked at them, he knew what was gonna happen. He smiled to himself and turned to Bill whispering, who gasped and looked like he was going to explode.
"Sure," Richie smiled, "Hey guys, I'll meet you at the quarry yeah? Meanwhile take Bevvie to see doctor K." He joked. Thank God Richie was starting to get back to his normal self. Stan smiled softly, the rest of the losers parted off as Stan walked off with Richie.

And the good thing about all of this is that neither of them had a clue to what was gonna happen.

An: and neither will yall til next time ;)