Summer of '93 - Stozier

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The next morning Richie woke up to the soft breathing of Stanley above him. He squinted at the light shining through his window.

Richie leaned over to grab his coke bottle glasses from his bedside table and laid his head back down next to Stans.

He gently moved a piece of his curly hair from his face, examining his features while he could without the fear of being caught staring.

He rested his hand on Stans face, running his thumb softly over his cheekbone.

Stanley could feel Richie's hand on his face but he didn't dare move and ruin the moment.

"God.. why are you so fucking perfect..?" Richie whispered.

Stanleys breath got caught in his throat. He fought so hard to stop the head from raising to his cheeks but failing.

Richie sat still for a moment, two of his thoughts battling against each other.

He so badly wanted to move just a little closer and graze his lips over Stanleys jawline but if anyone walked on or if Stanley woke up.. He would be fucked.

So he settled for just slowly lifting Stans hand and pressing a small kiss onto it, making Stans face burn hotter.

don't open your eyes don't open your eyes don't open your eyes don't open your eyes- Stanley felt Richie climb out of the bed.

He slowly walked out of the room, figuring the others must be downstairs already.

Richie walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where the losers were gathered, all speaking quite quietly.

"Hey guys! good morning!" Richie spoke cheerily.

A few of the losers jumped and turned to look at him.

Bill gave them all a look that said 'act natural' and smiled at Richie. "H-Hey, Rich! Good muh-morning! huh-h-how'd you sleep?"

"Great! Slept the whole night!" Richie lied with a smile. Usually the losers would believe him because Richie was a good liar but from what they heard last night, they knew he was lying.

"Oh shit! Be right back! I gotta take a piss!" Richie said, running to the bathroom.

"He l-lied.." Bill furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why would Richie lie about having nightmares?" Mike shrugged.

"Cause he likes to make us think he's tough.." Stanley spoke from behind them.

They turned to look at him.

"You heard that, huh?" He said, tucking one of his curls behind his hair.

They all nodded.

"fuck.." Stan whispered.

"Who knew stan uris could be so gentle?" Beverly smiled.

Stan rolled his eyes "Hey! all i wanted to do was get him to stop crying!" stanley spoke defensively.

"No you loooove him!" Eddie teased, giggling.

"Obviously i fucking love him! he's my best friend!" Stan folded his arms, annoyed and passing his red face off as anger.

"N-no!" Bill giggled.

"You looovee love him!" Beverly smiled.

"I-"

"Who love loves who?" Richie asked as he walked in smiling.

"No one." Ben shook his head, laughing.

Richie shrugged and looked at Stan.

Stanley have him a genuine smile which richie returned with a much less fake smile.