Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Forty-Eight

"Fucking hell." "Stanley?" His voice barely above a whisper. "Piss off please." In one quick motion, the boy walks away.

—

"Richie go open the door please." "Fine...Stanley? Are you okay?"

His eyes are glassy from tears. Richie pulls him close. Closing the door quickly.

"What happened?" Beverly puts her make up down. "Patrick...he tried to take me home with him...and...and Bill he came and he..." his words being stopped by a sob.

"What the fuck did he do to you? Are you hurt? I will fucking kill him." Richie releases Stanley. Looking out he sees no one.

"Richie please calm down." Mike sits Stan down, he tries to calm his breathing.

Billiam

R: what the fuck did you do to Stanley?!
B: nice to talk to you too
R: answer my fucking question
B: I didn't do anything to him
R: Why the fuck is he crying then?
B: I don't know Richie. Ask him
R: he said something about Patrick. Did he fucking touch him?
B: calm down, please
R: fuck no. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know how much pain he was in?
B: I'm sorry Richie
R: sorry isn't gonna fucking help Bill

Stanley begins to calm down. Eddie uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Stanley hates crying in front of the losers. They've gone through so much of it, he starts to think he doesn't deserve them.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Ben puts his arm around Stanley's small figure.

"Patrick...he uh...I bumped into him. He was being nice until he tried to get me to go home with him. He scared me..." Ben nods, waiting for Stanley to finish his sentence.

"Then Bilk stepped in. I didn't realize it was him...once I saw his face I got mad. Walked off. Started crying. Then got here." Ben embraces Stanley quickly.

"Go take a shower, you feel better. Maybe we can play Mario cart afterward." Stanley nods at Mike's offer. Leaving the room quickly.

—

Fucking hell. Where are they?

One more try.

He knocks hesitantly. "Coming!" "That's what he said." Right house.

"Hi-Bill?" Eddie looks back as Richie already standing behind him.

One quick moment Richie puts his hand around Bill's throat. Pulling him inside. "Richie stop!" Bill slaps at Richies hand. Richie yells continuously.

"Why the fuck are you here?!!" He releases pressure from his neck. "Shit m-man. You would've crushed my windpipe." "That was my fucking goal. Tell me why you're here."

"I wanted to t-talk to him." "Fuck no. Each time he sees you he starts to cry. He's been through so much emotional pain Bill. All because of you." Eddie grips his arm, finally pulling him off of Bill.

"I didn't know...he wouldn't return my c-calls or text. I w-wanna know what I did w-w-wrong." 

There stands Stanley, wearing bedclothes. No tears, no sadness in the face. No sign of any emotion.

The walks towards Mike. Sitting down beside him. They start to laugh as they play Mario cart.

"Get the fuck out." Richies face full of anger. "Please calm down Rich. Go sit down." He lets out a harsh breath before sitting beside Beverly.

"You need to leave Bill. Neither of them wanna talk. I'm pretty sure none of us wanna talk to you. I'm not trying to be rude." Bill lets put a shaky breath before looking down.

"C-could you uh....could y-you tell m-me wh-what I uh.... what I-I d-did wrong?" His eyes red as fast tears travel down his cheeks.

Glancing at Stanley he nods.