𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 | 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓻

One

Song: One- Three Dog Night.                                                                                                                             

(A/N) I Hope You Enjoy This Chapter, Sorta Ended It On A Random Spot But That's Probably The Best Place For The Plot So Yeah Enjoy.

Warnings: Slurs, Abuse, Swearing, Stinky Richie, Clean Stan, Richie Blurting Out Things, Supportive Billy, Richie Dabbing (You'll Understand Later), Eddie Being Eddie, Richie Getting A Drink, Mr.Urine Being A Bitch, Two Hour Long Showers, Climbing Of Windows, Depressed Stanny And Richie.

"Anyone home?" Richie called as he and Stan stepped through the front door of the Tozier house.

There was no reply so Richie led Stan to the lanky teens bedroom.

"So... What do you wanna do?" Richie asked.

"Get all this blood cleaned up." Stan responded quietly.

"Oh yeah...I forgot about that. I'll be right back. Stay here." Richie told Stan.

Stan muttered a quick response before plopping himself down on Richie's double bed.

After about five minutes the other boy returned with a small box and a few rags. He sat next to Stan facing him and pulling out some wipes to sterilize the bird lover's face.

"Here I'll do it." Stan said shyly, forcefully keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

"No I will." Richie said as he gently dabbed the wipe on a few of the cuts. Stan didn't respond.

"Stan?" Richie asked.

Stan made a small grunt in response.

"Why are you being so awkward around me?" Richie asked, generally confused.

"I don't know, I guess it's just cause you know, it seems kinda weird to be touchy around you if you get what I mean." Stan mumbled, finally looking up at Richie.

"Oh... If you find it uncomfortable being around me then tell me. I didn't realize it was awkward for you, sorry." Richie replied, immediately drawing his hand back and scooting away from Stan slightly.

"Well I mean it's kinda hard for me if my guy best friend is being all touchy around me after I realize I'm... you know.." Stan trailed off, breaking eye contact with Richie once again.

Richie hummed in response, setting the box and wipes to the side, standing up and making his way to the door.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Want anything?" Richie asked.

"I'm good thanks." Stan replied.

*

'He must think you're some sort of dick head trying to go after him almost immediately after he comes out. He probably likes Bill and I'm just making it awkward between us.' Richie thought, as he got out a glass and filled it with water.

Richie gulped down the water almost as quickly as he filled it.

He made his way back upstairs, opening his bedroom door and awkwardly plopping down on the other end of the bed from Stan.

"So..." Stan said, turning to face Richie.

"So...." Richie replied.

"What now?" Stan asked.

"I like Beverly." Richie blurted, covering his mouth with his hands immediately after.

"Oh..... cool?" Stan felt his heart break but didn't know why.