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*Bring bring bring*

*ding*

Stan awoke to his alarm and a text message. He slapped his hand over the off button and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked around wondering what made the sound before glancing at his phone.

Bill Denbrough

Hey, my friend asked if we wanted to go to the Quarry today, sounded fun wanna go?

Uh sure

Okay great, 2pm. See you soon :)
*read*

Stan set his phone down and got dressed for the day. A pair of shorts and a regular t shirt would work, he then glanced at his arms and decided to put on a bunny hug (pull over sweater) as well, it was supposed to be windier today anyways. He grabbed his backpack and packed one of his bird books, a sketch book/journal and a pencil. He grabbed a bottle of water and took that and decided to also add an orange in case they where there for a while. He put his backpack aside and went downstairs for breakfast.

He made a toast for himself upon realizes his parents where still asleep. He tip toed back to his room after he finished his toast, making sure to avoid any of the creeks in the wood. Stan read another book until 1:30, he knew it took about 8-10 minutes to get there depending on if he needed to take a detour and he knew he needed a few minutes to convince his parents and then adding in time to be there early. He went down the stairs to see his mother wasn't there. She was probably taking an extra shift at work.

Well crap, how am I going to convince my father

"Excuse me, may I go to the Quarry with my friend?" Stan asked. He didn't bother mentioning Bills friend being there to because his father would never let him go out with strangers. His dad looked up and glared at Stan, holding his gaze for a moment before returning to his newspaper.

"Be back by 3:10, no later." His dad flipped a page in the newspaper. Stan looked at the man shocked, that was the first time he had immediately said yes to him going out. Stan said thank you and grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. He grabbed his bike from the garage and quickly started biking.

1:36 Stans watch read. Stan smiles to himself, he wound get there early. Early enough so maybe he could find some cool birds before anyone else came.

Stan got to the quarry and propped his bike up beside a tree and went to sit down. He figured no one else would be there for a while yet so he pulled out his sketchbook and began to sketch the Ruby Throated Hummingbird.

Richie got to the quarry next and threw his bike down on the ground not caring if it get wrecked in the least.

"Hey bitches I'm here!" He yelled throwing his hands in the air grinning, before he realized the only other person there wasn't paying him any attention. Richie frowned and went to sit beside the curly haired boy.

"Hey you're the guy I ran into." Richie said looking at the guys face. The guy nodded, his lips pressed in a thin line while he finished his sketch.

"Nice drawing. What is it?" Richie asked him. He was being honest, the sketch was amazing. Lots of erased lines, this guy was probably a perfectionist.

"It's the ruby throated hummingbird. The scientific name is Archilochus colubris. It's one of the smallest hummingbird species, and because of its size the bird is sometimes mistaken for a large insect. No matter what age they are aggressive towards other hummingbirds." Stan recited from memory as soon as he finished the sketch. He wrote the name on the bird on the top left corner and the date on the bottom right in neat cursive writing. Richie looked at him shocked while stan put his book away.

"What?" Stans cheeks and ears turned a a peachy pink when he realized Richie was staring at him.

"How the fuck did you know all that." Richie blinked his wide eyes behind his glasses.

"It's basic facts." Stan shrugged, his mouth almost turning up into a smile before he realized he hated this guy. He immediately glared again and looked out at the water.

"So, you gonna tell me your name?" Richie asked smirking with hope filling his chest. Why he was so hung up on knowing this guy Richie was clueless.

"No." Stan said harshly standing up and walking towards the tree where he had set his bike. He grabbed it and threw his backpack on his shoulders not daring to look back at the other teenager.

"Then I guess I'll call you marshmallow!" Richie grinned at him. Stan looked over and glared and Richie would swear on his life he looked like a cartoon character with the smoke coming out of his ears.

"One, don't call me that. Two, why would you even call me that." Stan glared harshly. He sat on his bike getting ready to bolt the minute this guy said something inappropriate or mom related.

"Cause your hair is fluffy and probably soft like a marshmallow. You're kinda sassy or I guess hot headed and marshmallows get hot too. And you're tiny." Richie winked. Stans face turned red and he tried to glare even more than he was (which at this point was most likely impossible).

"I hope to never see you again." Stan glared biking away. Bill watched from where he had just arrived at the Quarry.

"Richie you've met the guy once, w-what did you d-do to make him h-hate you already." Bill asked rolling his eyes. Richie fakes a gasp and put a hand over his chest dramatically.

"Me??? I would never do anything! I am innocent in this circumstance sir Billiam the 69th! Seriously thought I do not know why he hates me, I'm a wonder to be around." Richie said smirking. Bill rolled his eyes with a laugh and pushed Richies shoulder gently.

"S-sure. Now hurry I wanna s-swim"

Richie wondered for the rest of that, what he had done to make marshmallow hate him.

Maybe it's just cause I'm me, ever think about that Richie?



This was longer than expected 😳

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