Struggles《》Reddie

Rich and Stan

Richie's POV:

I lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as Stan yammered on about his kiss with Bill.
"He was so cute, his eyes like glistening in the light-"
"Okay, okay Staniel, I get it. You're a clingy man." Stan glared at me from up on his bed before pulling a pillow from behind his head and chucking it at me.
"Little bitch." He muttered.

I picked up his pillow and started to slap him many times across the face with it.

"Richie!" He exclaimed once I was done.
"Yes?"
"Give me my pillow back, for Gods sake." I chuckled to myself and threw it halfway across the room.

Stan groaned and rolled out of bed, sluggishly making his way to the pillow. "Fuck you." That made ne laugh harder and soon I was clutching my stomach it hurt so bad.

Stanley continuously hit me with the pillow across the face, my laughs becoming muffled and demonic.

Two hours later (10 pm)

I tossed and turned around that night, trying to get the image of the little, brunette with the adorable doe eyes out of my head.

I didn't know what we had together. Friendship? I don't even know if Eddie likes me. A connection? If he doesn't like me as a friend how could he ever like me as more.

I know how I come across to people, cocky, bratty and an asshole. No one would ever learn to love the man behind the beast.

Suddenly, I sat up. I needed to walk this off. I crept up to Stan's desk and ripped a piece of paper out his notebook.

Stan, Sorry I left early, had to go and clear my mind. I probably won't be there in the morning as ,I'll go home, so cya at skl I guess.

Trashmouth

I sighed and put the papaer next to Stan. Silently, I observed my best friend. His golden hair fell just over his eyes, reflecting in the moonlight. I had never realised how truly greatful I was to have a best friend like him. Bill sure is lucky.

a/n lol sry they all be short. I can never focus enough to actually write a long one plus I too lazy oof