"Have I?" He looks down at me slowly. "Yeah. Multiple times." He says if it's not a big deal. "Has anyone else?"
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"He's in love with both of us?" I mumble walking outside. He hasn't gone far. He sits on the porch.
"Richie..." "Leave me alone....please?" His eyes water slightly.
Lifting his glasses up, I wipe the tears away gently. "It's okay Rich." He slightly cries into my shirt. "I don't know what to do Stan." He whispers.
"I don't know either. We can figure it out together though." I smile as he looks up at me. "I kind of broke the rules."
The rules of a player.
He chuckles standing up in front of me."It'll be okay."
"I really wanna kiss you right now." He mumbles. "Yeah?" "Yeah." He leans down slightly.
"Bill would be mad." "Yeah...that doesn't matter." He cups my cheek gently.
"I think it should matter." Bill shrugs, grabbing my hand gently. "Sorry," I whisper as Richie nods.
"You know you're mine right?" "What's that supposed to mean?" He let's go of my hand, grabbing something from the fridge.
"That means you can't be fucking with him." He shrugs, his overall mood being calm.
"Well, what if I want to?" I furrow my brows, without realizing I'm testing his patience.
"That's your choice then. I really don't give a shit." He shrugs sitting down. "Well, we aren't dating. Why should it matter?" He glares at me, already tired of answering questions.
"It should honestly mean something that I chose you out of everyone. I mean. I can leave you. Move on to someone else."
I furrow my brows. "How about Eddie. You would be fine if I started messing with him more. Right? Cause-" "No. it's fine. Don't do that." I mumble slouching in my seat.
"That's what I thought," He chuckles as my head rests on his lap. "You aren't jealous, are you?" His green eyes meet my brown ones.
"No...why would I be?" He shrugs. "You would be okay if I....kissed Eddie?" "...Yeah." "What about his neck?" I stay silent, my face burns a bright red.
"Hmmm. You get very jealous, very easily bunny." He chuckles smoothing my hair back.
"What about you?" "Do I get jealous? Maybe. Either very easily, or I don't at all. You'll figure it out." He stares at the tv.
"Have I?" He looks down at me slowly. "Yeah. Multiple times." He says if it's not a big deal. "Has anyone else?" "Nope. It's been a couple years."
He must really like me as a person then.
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A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough
FanfictionA Player has Choices. What if I'm his number one out of the others?