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THERE WAS three more weeks left of summer vacation.
"okay dude, can you maybe do something more exciting with your life other than scrolling through that fucking dating app?" stanley spat at richie, clearly irked and moody. "oh! you wanna be the life of the party now?" richie turns off his phone, placing it downwards on the table as he looked right at stanley. "enlighten me, stanley uris. what shall we do?" the raven haired boy perks his eyebrows at him, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in. "i don't know, dumbass. maybe something other than trying to get a significant other during the summer? eddie's totally got the hots for you, dude." stan winks at him.
"yeah okay whatever. the list of new students came out. maybe we can try to find them on social media?" richie spoke up, giving an idea that was interesting. "you know what, tozier? that's sounds pretty fun." stanley smiles back at richie, pulling up his phone to go on the school app and find the list of new students. "we can't see their profile pictures yet since their photos are not set up, but we could probably find them on instagram."
"first up, beverly marsh." stan calls out to richie, pressing his home screen button twice to go on instagram. "she sounds like a city bitch, not gonna lie." richie comments, making the two burst of laughter. "dude, don't say that." stanley says in between laughs. "nah! i bet she's a typical dumb blonde! or a brunette. whatever, either way she's probably a homie hopper." the other male tells stan, typing in her name and scrolling through different accounts to find her. "found her. beverly marsh, derry high class of 2022. it's a private account though." richie turns his phone around to let stan see her profile. "oh man, ben would totally smash just by the sound of her name." he holds in a laugh, adverting his eyes up at richie who was already on the verge of laughing. "you're not wrong, dude."
"next up, william denbrough." stan says, searching for his name on the search bar of instagram. "he sounds like a typical white dude." the boy rolls his brown eyes, continuing his search. "yeah, he probably wears those nike shorts and those long nike socks and air jordans or some shit. ugh, i already hate him." stanley rolls his eyes once more, disgust making an appearance on his face. "seriously? are you intimidated by him? his name doesn't sound like that at all. w-i-l-l-i-a-m. william." richie spells out for him. "i know how to spell, dipshit." the curly haired boy replies back to him, glaring right at the male in front of him. "just saying, i feel like he's just gonna try to get all the girls." stanley shrugs, going completely lax in his seat.
"dude! william does not sound intimidating at all and it doesn't even have a douchebag ring to it! i think you're a douche, if i'm being honest." the raven haired boy smirks at him. "okay, yeah, whatever. this is getting so boring." stanley replies back. "why is this summer so boring?" "i don't know, you dense brick. anyway, i'm just gonna watch you say how much of a douche that william boy sounds and end up dating him. literally." richie squints his eyes, his stare intensely gazing through stanley. "no way in hell will i be with that boy. i swear to god, tozier." the golden haired boy replies, smacking his head. "i thought you were jewish." richie comments, laughing at his own joke. "come on, now that was a good one." he slaps his knees, proud of himself for the remark he made about his friend. "your sense of humor kills me. literally." "what? you want a bandaid for that? now can we get back to finding more students?" richie flips stan off.
"yeah, yeah, sure. mike hanlon. wait, isn't he the homeschool kid?" stanley looked up from his phone, watching as richie had a dumfounded look on his face, his mouth slightly open and his eyes looking right into stan's. "homeschool boy is coming to derry high? what a news." richie closes his mouth. "what's his instagram? wait, homeschool has instagram?!" the boy asks a bit louder than he should've. "i don't know dumbass i just read his name off the list." stanley replies bitterly as he was in disbelief over how dumb his friend was. "ugh i'll try finding it. i'd be really surprised if he did have instagram. homeschool makes a comeback!" richie makes an explosion sound effect.
"yeah, okay, well while you were being a nine year old, i already found his account. pretty impressive." stanley presses the blue follow button and scrolls through his feed. "wait, did we ever find william's account?" he asks richie. "ooooh, i get it. so now you're interested in him!" richie intently looks at stan, and he points at him. "told you." he whispers loudly enough for him to hear. "shut up. i just want to see what he looks like."
"well, there were no william denbroughs that looked like they were coming to our school. there's a bill denbrough here though." richie shows his phone to stanley. "of course it's a private account. he's probably just a 50 year old pedo. whatever." he pushes richie's phone back and grabs his own to look through mike's feed. "oh shit, ms. marsh followed back." "say sike right now. no way." richie grabs stanley's phone from out of his hand. "oh wait, she's a redhead? totally not what we thought. ben would still smash though." he raises his eyebrows at stanley, silently signaling him to agree. "i agree. she's totally his type." stan gives richie the nod of approval. "we should find more accounts and then you can go back to your dating shit. i'm going home after anyway. you're getting boring." "why thank you, uris!"
