Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Forty-two

*A month later*
"Stanley? C-Come on. Open t-the door p-please." "Bill!?" Opening the door nobody waits there. A dark hallway leads me down it. Soon seeing someone lay on the floor.

Stone Cold Dead.

"Hello?" Why am I trying to talk to them? They're dead. I walk around to get a better look at the person's face.

"Bill?!" A heart-wrenching sob leaves my body. I didn't see his hair, more focused on how they laid on the ground.

I quickly shake his arm. In hopes of him waking up.

"No....no....no!" A hand grips my arm. His hand.

I scream quickly trying to sit up.

Bad dream.

"It's okay....it's okay stan. Lay back down." Richie holds onto me. He grips my bare sides, I lean into his bare chest.

No, we didn't hook up. Last night we fell asleep watching a movie. Eddie isn't the jealous type. He trusts me and Richie.

"No...he was dead Richie." I sob onto his chest. He smooths my hair back. "He's completely fine...I promise stan." I whimper as my eyes start to become heavy.

*Third Person Omniscient*

Eddie lays on the ground beside the bed. The other two fell asleep watching the movie. Knowing both would be grumpy by waking up. He let the two lay there.

Hearing Stanley scream startles the smaller one. He's woken up crying every other week. It makes everyone sad.

With it being a month since Bill left, Stanley has become quieter. A homebody.

"Eds? Help me up." Richie grabs onto his hand, crawling over Stanley.

"Morning." He kisses Eddies neck gently. "I want breakfast. Let's go." Eddie kisses him gently before the two walk away.

Stanley whispers as he silently cries. "Fucking hell." He whispers. Getting a notification.

*ding*

Bill🤍

B: hey...I know it's been a while.
S: fuck yeah it has.
B: listen I'm sorry.
*read at 11:43 am*

Stanley throws his phone harshly at the ground, the shattering bf sound making him even more furious. "Fuck!"

Five different footsteps make their way upstairs. Before they can get there he slams the door. "Fuck." He whispers continuously, over and over and over again.

A sound rings over and over in Stanley's head. His phone is ringing.

"Stanley, could you please open the door?" "Fuck no." His friends try to comfort him. He realizes that but decides to ignore it.

"Okay." Their soft voice disappears as Stanley sits in the middle of his room. He hears the window click shut, a shirtless Richie stares him down. Lunging at the boy. The two fall to the ground. Soon pulling him to the bed. Tickling him.

"Fucking hell Richie." "Now come on. Let's go somewhere. Your choice." Richie smiles before letting him go. "Fine." Stanley smiles the tiniest bit before Richie leaves the room.