Summer of '93 - Stozier

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"Richie! Wait up!"

Richie stopped walking, cursing under his breath as Stan ran up to him.

"Hey!" He panted, holding up two fingers and placing his other hand on his chest to catch his breath. He smiled at Richie, face red from running

Richie fought off a smile of his own. Stan could look pretty adorable sometimes- or- all the time. 

Richie rubbed his nose with his thumb and looked away, clearing his throat so he wouldn't smile.

"You get the photo?" Stan asked, still breathing pretty heavily. He'd never been a great runner, to be honest.

Richie held the photo up, and let out a noise of surprise when Stan hugged him in excitement.

"Yes!" He squealed, pulling away.

Richie cleared his throat again, pointing a little behind Stan. "We should um- go.. I think it would've definitely took less than two hours for the rest of The Losers to get their photos."

Stan began walking beside Richie. "Yeah. Sorry for taking so long, by the way. Patty takes forever to buy clothes."

Richie groaned.

"Sorry," Stan laughed. "I'll stop saying her name."

Richie looked down and kicked a stone with his hands in his pockets. "Did ya have to kiss her?" He spoke after a while, forcing a laugh.

Stanley turned his head to look at him, an embarrassed blush on his face and a smile. "I- I didn't know what to do!" He put his hands up in defence. "Would you rather I stole her bag and bolted?"

Richie laughed, shaking his head. "Well- yeah!

"Why're you so concerned anyways?" Stan asked, still smiling down at him. "Jealous?" He joked.

"W- I- No!" Richie spluttered. "As if i'd ever want to kiss you." He rolled his eyes, ducking his head so Stan couldn't see him blush.

"You did." Stan shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "Twice."

"Both accidents!"

"I have a photo that would say otherwise!"

"Actually, smartass! I have the photo!"

"Still," Stan shrugged. "I-"

"Hey, look! Theres Bev!" Richie pointed past Stans head, waiting until Stan turned and began running.

"Where-" Stan turned back and saw Richie had ran. "Where are you going?!"

"Race ya!"

•*•*•*•*•*•*•

"I win!" Richie announced, both him and Stan bursting into the living room, where all of the other losers sat, now staring at them.

"You did not!" Stan argued.

"Did too!" Richie shoved him gently with his shoulder.

"Did not! You're just mad because i'm faster than you!"

"First of all! That is so untrue, Im way faster! You're just taller and have longer legs! But I. Still. Won." Richie walked over to the sofa and plopped himself down onto Eddies lap.

Stan ignored the jealousy that pooled in his stomach and sat down beside Ben on the floor. "Did not."

"Oh my g- I Did!" Richie turned to the rest of the losers, who were listening in amusement. "Guys, who came through the door first?"