Summer of '93 - Stozier

16

The week had passed quickly, it was now Friday, the last day of school before summer break and the day of the party.

Stan had hung out with his friends more often, completely ignoring Eddies presence and Eddie the same for Stan, though they'd occasionally shoot glares at each other with the others watched anxiously, hoping another argument doesn't break out.

it was 5:30pm. The party started at 8. Stan was in his bedroom getting dressed while his girlfriend sat at his desk painting her nails. He was wearing an outfit that she had picked out, a pair of light blue jeans and a red tank top tucked into them. Very much out of his comfort zone.

"Pats, I look ridiculous." Stan said, staring at himself in the mirror. He thought the tank top made his arms look like noodles, despite having a lot more muscle than they used to. Even though it was only his shoulders and a little bit of his chest, Stan was showing much more skin than he was comfortable with.

"Don't be silly, baby!" Patty smiled, standing up and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder. "You look.. much better than you do with those button ups."

"I just don't feel comfortable." Stan chewed on his bottom lip, so close to just saying he wasn't going to go.

"Well, what would you rather wear?" Patty sighed, backing up a step and crossing her arms, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

Stan turned around to face her. "I don't know!" He whined. "A belt, first of all? And maybe a shirt that doesn't make me look like a cheap Henry Bowers?"

Patty closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again. "Y'know what, fine, i'm not gonna start an argument, the belt we can work out, but you're keeping the top."

Stan groaned and rolled his eyes. "Can I at least wear a jacket?"

"Its summer! You'll melt!" The girl reasoned.

"For gods sake!" Stan mumbled.

"Y'know what," Patty pushed past him and opened his closet. She took out a black belt and a white short sleeved button up. "Put this on over it." She handed him the shirt. "And don't button it!"

A few minutes later, Stan looked at himself in the mirror again. He looked reasonably better than he did before, still wasn't a fan of the tank top, though.

He adjusted his belt and turned to Patty. "Better?" She asked.

"It'll do." He grumbled.

"Yay!" She clapped. "Now, c'mon, I only have a few hours to get ready! Lets go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her to her house.

•*•*•7:30•*•*•

"Are you actually gonna wear that?" Bev asked, watching Richie walk down the stairs, he was dressed like he normally was, random t-shirt, hawaiian shirt, and jeans with black vans.

"Yep." Richie shrugged.

"Of course he is." Eddie mumbled, snickering.

"No." Bev shook her head. She didn't give him time to protest before she shot up the stairs, dragging her behind him.

"Okay, just because you're the queen of fashion, doesn't mean I have to get dressed up all fancy for a party I didn't even wanna go to in the first place." Richie said, watching as Bev dug through his mess of a closet.

"First of all, I am the queen of fashion, thank you for noticing, second of all, shut up you are not wearing a damn freese's t-shirt and a bright green hawaiian shirt to a party, you fool." Bev laughed, pulling a nirvana shirt out of the closet along with black ripped jeans, a black and white checkered belt, and a black over shirt with tiny white dots.