Summer of '93 - Stozier

20

a/n: i am deeply sorry that ive made it to 20 chapters without stan realising his oblivious ass is in love with richie but all i know is ✨drama✨      anyways,,

⚠️Homophobic slurs⚠️
⚠️Violence(??? idk if thats a warning)⚠️
⚠️Henry Bowers is a warning on his own⚠️
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The only thing Stan wanted to do the next day was lay in bed and wallow in self pity. So he did. Until someone began pelting stones off of his window, that is.

He dragged himself out of bed and peeked out of the curtains. Parked at the curb was Belch Huggins' old, beat up 1958 Plymouth Fury with Henry and his gang (minus Patricia, who had been throwing the stones) packed inside it.

Stan thought about just backing up and pretending he wasn't home. They hadn't seen him yet, right? wrong.

Patricia waved and shot a sickeningly sweet smile that someone oblivious to the situation would have found cute, but it made Stans stomach turn.

"C'mon, Uris! We don't have all day, sweetheart!" She yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth.

"Fuck." Stan muttered. He thought about ignoring them and locking all doors and windows, just waiting for them to give up and go away, but he knew what would happen if the people in this town saw that photo. So hesitantly, he got dressed and made his way outside.

Patricia walked over to him and smiled. "Hi." She giggled innocently, Stan groaning inwardly. She leaned in to kiss him but he backed up.

"I told you we're over." He spat.

"Aw c'mon, Stanny! Have some fun." She forced him into a kiss, her hands firmly on the back of his neck so he couldn't pull away.

Stan felt like he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen before Belch beeped the horn of the car, Patty letting him go as Henry yelled out of the window, "Will you get your tongue out of his throat and get in the fucking car! We haven't got all day!"

Patty turned and flipped him off, grabbing Stans hand and pulling him towards the car. She slid in the back seat, beside Victor Criss and patted the leather seat beside her. "C'mon babes, like Henry said, we haven't got all day."

Stan hesitated before getting into the car, shutting the door behind him mumbling to Patty. "Dont call me that.'

Belch drove off, some type of rock music blasting through the speakers.

Stan kept his fist clenched around the door handle, ready to jump out of the moving car at any sign of danger.

After a few minutes, Patty placed her hand on Stans thigh, a bit higher than Stan found comfortable. He shoved her hand away and crossed one leg over the other, scooting up closer to the door. Patty just rolled her eyes and put her hand on his knee.

"Belch, there." Vic spoke, pointing out of his window. Stan squinted to see where he was pointing at. He heard Henry laugh.

"Let the fun begin." Henry whispered and turned around in his seat to face Stan, his wicked grin meeting Stans cold stare. "Alright, nancy boy, nows your time to shine."

"Oh, fuck off." Stan rolled his eyes.

Henry ignored Stans comment, pointing over his shoulder. "You see your two faggy friends over there? Go pick a fight with the little one."

"Uh-uh." Vic shook his head. "Kaspbrak knows how to fight. Its that little stuttering bastard you wanna go after."

"Right." Henry shrugged. "Off you go.. remember the photo."

Stan flipped him off, but got out of the car nonetheless. He made his way over to where Bill and Eddie were, sitting under a tree reading, seemingly just enjoying each others company. Willing himself not to cry, he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Oh, hey, St-Stan. Wh-" Stan didn't let Bill finish, already wanting to get this over with. He picked Bill up by his shirt collar and swung a punch, hooking him in the jaw.

Bill stumbled backwards but Eddie caught him before he could fall. "STAN! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Eddie yelled, pushing Bill back onto his feet.

Stan looked over his shoulder at Belches car for a split second, biting his lip and blinking away his tears. He threw another punch at Bill, sending both Eddie and Bill onto the grass.

"St-Stan! Stoh-op!" Bill got back onto his feet and tackled Stan, pinning his arms down, but Bill wasn't very strong- compared to Stan, anyway, so within two seconds, Bill was back on the grass, Stan throwing punches at him, some of them Bill caught but others hit him.

Bill could taste the blood from both his busted lip and nose. "St-Stan! What the fuh-fuck!? Sto-stop it!"

A few seconds later, Eddie, who had been frozen in shock, pulled Stan off of Bill and held his arms behind his back.

Stan struggled to get away but, fuck, was Eddie strong. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Let me go!" Stan yelled.

"What the fuck do I think i'm doing?! STAN, YOU JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF BILL FOR NO REASON!"

"Good!" Stan yelled again, pulling free from Eddies grip, and once again blinking away his tears. He spat at the ground near Eddies shoes and walked back to Belches car.

He got back into the seat behind Henry and slammed the door with a loud bang. He turned his head to look out the window, ignoring Henrys comments and the rest of the gangs laughs, frantically wiping at the tears that fell from his eyes.

Patty grabbed Stans chin and turned his head to face her. "Aww, is my baby gonna cry?"

"Fuck off, Patty." Stan rolled his eyes, turning his head to face the window again.

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"Oh my god, Bill, are you okay?" Eddie asked dropping to his knees beside Bill and helping him sit up.

"Im fuh-fine, Eds.." Bill trailed off, looking past Eddie.

"What is it?" Eddie asked, turning his head and catching sight of what Bill was looking at. "Is that Stan? In Belch Fucking Huggins car?"

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Y'all smell that?

*long inhale*

ah,, smells like ✨dRaMa✨ to me