Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

15

Ya I'm alive kinda😏

"HEY ASSHOLE REMEMBER US?!" He yelled louder than he needed to. Bills mom got out of the car, quickly telling Richie to mind his language before moving past the teenagers to open the front door.

"S-SORRYJSJFBD I kinda forgot." Bill said rubbing the back of his neck, grocery bag in hand. Stan and Richie both stood up grabbing there bags. Georgie hopped on Stans back with a smile, pouting forwards dramatically and telling Stan to go inside.

"Mhm again." Stan told Bill listening to Georgie and walking inside. Bill rolled his eyes closing the door behind himself and Richie and carelessly putting the grocery bag on the kitchen table. Stan set Georgie down, helping mrs denbrough put away the food while Bill and Richie took all their things upstairs to Bills room. Stan joined the two in a few minutes immediately sitting on the beanbag in the corner of the room.

When Bill has first got the beanbag when he was first grade, Stan had claimed it as his on their next play date. Bill laughed, informing him he would forget about the beanbag within a month, but Stan was a stubborn fuck and made a point to sit on it every time for years and to never forget.

"Okay so Uh if we finish the project first the we still have all night to-" Stan was cut off by Richie.

"All night to party!" Richie exclaimed rather loudly, standing up from the floor to grin at Bill and Stan. Stan glared shaking his head.

"All night to perfect it, check over grammar errors and change up wording so it can be perfect. But if you want to consider that a party then be my guest." Richie fell to the floor dramatically. Complaining that life was supposed to be fun and they're all wasting their lives in school blah blah blah Bill and Stan didn't listen.

Eventually the teen gave in (rather reluctantly) and helped them to finish their project. The three worked swiftly all for different reasons. Richie because he put minimal effort into everything he did and he hated school. Bill because to be honest he just wanted this over with. Lastly Stan because he needed to get a good grade and if they finished past the due date that would most definitely not happen.

They finished it up adding a couple details here and there but mostly saving their last class period on Monday to spell check and make sure it's perfect. The three day in silence for a solid 20 seconds, which Stan deemed as a new record, before Richie got bored again.

"YO I HAVE AN IDEA!" Richie shouted. They heard a faint 'quiet down' from Bills mother downstairs but the teenagers didn't seemed fazed by it. Instead Richie continued saying his idea.

"Let's play two truths and a lie." The teen grinned at his friends. His grin slowly faded away when we was met with blank looks.

"How old are we? 8?" Stan replied with a quick eye roll. Richie scoffed taking off his hoodie in the humid house and tossing it aside.

"Shut the fuck up Uris and we're playing I don't give a mother fucking flying fuck if you don't want too." Richie said sitting on the floor and pulling Bill off the bed to become a strange circle-like shape.

"You going for the 'most F words said in one sentence' record?" Stan replied but gave in and moved his beanbag closer to the two. The teens played for around 40 minutes surprising them all. They learned Richie has ate cat piss before, Bill has accidentally flushed the class pet fish in 2nd grade (which Stan had almost slapped Bill for, Stan loved that fish), and Stan had never read the shining. The last one to which Richie didn't speak to Stan for another 6 minutes.

They played other useless games, had snacks and even watched a movie after supper. The trio had a wonderful time. It was around 2am when they all finally went to sleep on the floor. Sleeping bags and beds forgotten they all laid in questionably comfortable positions on the floor with a blanket or two if they were lucky. Richie passed out fast, Stan guessing mainly it was a sugar crash. Bill fell asleep next after his nightly 10 minutes of reading. Which only left Stan in the darkness as he took Richies glasses off the teens face and setting them gently on Bills bedside table.

Richie looked to calm when he slept. A different character from when he was awake. He didn't look like the boy who cracked dirty jokes at any given moment, he looked peaceful and quiet like nothing in the world could disturb or judge him.

Stan smoothed out Richies hair away from his eyes. His hair was surprisingly very soft. The moonlight from the bedroom window made Stan thing this was the scene in a cheesy romance movie where the main character realizes their love for the love interest. So corny and unrealistic.

Even with that thought in mind, Stan couldn't help but admit to himself that Richie Tozier was probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen.