Marigolds

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Stan laid on the green grass, the sweet scent of marigolds filled his nose. It was the beginning of spring, and with the new season came a new life for the curly-headed boy. He had just moved to the small town called Derry and had decided to go exploring on his bike finding himself at a quaint little park about a mile or so from his new home. Stan liked the quite, the sound of nature buzzing around him. The book he was holding cast a light shadow across his freckled face. 

The boy heard whispered chatting so he turned his head towards the broken silence and caught two kids around his age staring back at him. The two kids' faces went red with embarrassment as they realized Stan was looking at them. The one on the right was ginger with bright blue eyes and skin covered in freckles, Stan thought she was pretty he wasn't attracted to her but he knew she was pretty. The boy on the left was skinny and pale and he had sharp and soft angles to him, his raven hair spiked up in a floof around his head and he had the massive coke bottle glasses which enlarged his chocolate brown eyes.

"What?" Stan hissed, he had no reason to be mean that's just the way Stan is with new people, cold and sharp.

"O-oh sorry, we were just-" the red-headed one began.

"We was just lookin at yee book wee boy," the other one said in a horrid British accent. Stan sat up and brushed off the back of his shirt. Stan closed the book placing a bookmark on his page an placed the book gently on the grass.

"To kill a mocking bird" stan replied to the non-question. "Its one of my favorites"

"Ya, we have to read it for our English class" the girl perked up again.

"Do you go to the high school around here?" 

"Yes we do, are you knew in town? I've never seen you around" she questioned.

"Moved in today, starting high school after the summer"

"Ugh luckyyyyy I don't wanna have school for three more weeks" the bespectacled boy whined. the girl gave him a nudge with her elbow.

"I'm beverley or just Bev and this whiney boy here is Richie, he doesn't get much attention so he's a bit hyperactive"

"hey!" Richie exclaimed smacking Bev playfully on the arm.

"I'm Stan, Stanley Uris" he stated "so are you guys a couple? or..."

Bev snorted throwing her head back in a fit of laughter.

"Oh god no! Richie no offense sweetie but gross!!!"

"Hey watch it marsh you'd be lucky to be kissing this face every day" he made kissy faces at Bev. She smacked him lightly(as to not hurt him)

"Ouch!" Richie yelled even though it didn't give him any physical pain. Stan began laughing doubling over tears of joy forming in his eyes. Soon the other two joined in, that was the beauty of Stans' laughter, he didn't laugh often but when he did it caught onto other people like an infectious disease. The laughter soon died down and Stan leaned down to smell a marigold, he didn't pluck it from its safe home in the ground, he merely just held it delicately in his hands and smelled the sweet nectar. He looked at the other two who were silent and sat up straight.

"Marigolds are my favorite" Stan had a sweet smile spread across his face.

"I prefer roses" 

Bev seemed like the type of girl to like a rose, it was beautiful and sweet, but it has thorns and deep roots and you must know what you're doing if you want to dig it up from the earth. Stans watch began to beep cutting through the silent air. Stan muttered a silent 'shit' under his breath.

"Ugh I have to go I was supposed to be home by now"

He stood up dusting himself off and straitening out his blue shirt and beige shorts. Bev and Richie stood up too.

"Hey um we were gonna go to the quarry on Friday if you'd like to join"

"Ya sure I would love to, although I don't know where that is"

Bev took a pen and a small bit of paper out of her overalls pocket and scribbled something down she handed him the paper.

"Call me Friday at 3:30, ok?"

"Ok" and with that final remark, he hopped on his bike and headed home.

They all said goodbyes over their shoulders. The streets were growing darker every passing minute, he knew he'd be in trouble for being late, but he could always use the excuse of getting lost. He kicked hid bike stand and placed his bike on the driveway next to the black car. He walked up the steps of the porch and looked at his reflection standing an impossible amount straighter he also fixed his already perfect hair and hesitantly walked into the cold house.

"Stanley is that you" his father boomed.

"Yes sir" he called back

"Why are you 7 minutes past curfew?"

"I got lost, it won't happen again sir"

"Alright just come into the dining room the food is getting cold" his voice was stern.

He placed his book on the cold wooden table and sat down on the cold wooden chair and ate the cold food. They sat in complete silence during dinner and afterward he washed the dishes and walked quietly up the creaky stairs to his room. 

He turned on the radio, the song 'Daydream Believer' by The Monkees playing. He flopped down on his bed and let the music carry him away like a paper boat floating down a storm drain.

Stan was looking forward to Friday.

OOC(out of context): hey I hope you guys enjoyed that!!! I feel more confident about this one than my last.

bye-bye, for now, losers :p