Summer of '93 - Stozier

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theres prolly gonna be so many spelling mistakes cus my dumbass dropped my phone in a mop bucket so now i gots to type on a shitty tinyass iphone 7 smh

also im quoting sydney novak in this bcus i can.

ALSO i don't remember specifying when stanthony and ricardo met and im too lazy to check shh.

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"So.. You talked to your dad yet?" Beverly asked, pulling an eyelash curler out of her makeup bag. Her and Richie were now in her bedroom, listening to music while Bev put makeup on Richie, which she'd begged him for ten minutes to let her do.

Richie was staring at the eyelash curler with wide eyes. "Y-yes, what the fuck is that torture device?"

"Wait, you talked to your dad?!" Bev ignored his question.

"Yea- GET THAT THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME-"

"Calm down, Rich. It does even hurt. Anyway," Bev began, curling his eyelashes. "What'd he say?"

"Uhh, well basically, he apologised for leaving and then um- said he needed time to wrap his head around the whole "gay thing", i guess."

"Oh, im sorry. That must suck."

"Kinda." Richie chuckled. "Could've been worse, this is Derry, after all."

"You right." Bev nodded. "Look up, dont blink."

"Hey, Bev?" Richie spoke after a few seconds, in which Bev applied mascara to his eyelashes.

"Uhuh?"

"So uh- I might- I might've did something when I was drunk and um- I think im literally going to implode if i don't tell someone so- are you good at keeping secrets?"

"Course I am, why? What'd you do?"

"So- yea, basically- uh- a-actually, never mind-"

"Bitch, tell me or i'll poke your eye out with this mascara brush."

"Oh-"

"Yeah." Bev said, putting away the mascara and  pulling some pink lipgloss out from her bag. "open your mouth."

"Okay-" Bev applied the lipgloss and put it away. "Spill it bitch, what'd you do?"  She asked, handing him a mirror.

"Damn, Bevvie. I-.. look like a prostitute. A cheap whore. A hooker, if you will." Richie laughed at Bevs offended expression. "No, im joking! I look- like a boy in makeup. Hot."

"Obviously, but stop changing the subject, c'mon, what'd ya do?"

Richie chewed on his bottom lip, in thought. "Y'know what, sorry, cant tell you. Scouts honour."

"Okay, Trashdick, one, thats not even how you use that expression! and two, you weren't even a boy scout!" Bev exclaimed.

"I was! For a week, Stan made me. Got kicked out for beating up a kid who called Stan stupid, cause only I get to call him stupid." Richie smiled proudly.

Bev looked unamused.

"Okay! So maybe little seven year old Richie didn't beat up a ten year old." Richie rolled his eyes. "But I did call him some pretty serious no-no words!"

Bev laughed a little. "Very funny story, but what did you do!!" She whined.

Richie sighed. "Okay fine! Ugh!"

"Yay!"

"Well," Richie cleared his throat. "Sooo.. basicallyyy... once again," He chuckled. "I was a fuckin' idiot and um- the whole group is.. taking the blame?? for it??"