A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

041 / Please

"What's happening?" I rush past Ben. "Sorry, Ben. Not now." "Oh."

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"He's in Eddie's room...I'm not that loud am I?" "No, but you need to learn how to close your fucking door." Both Richie and Beverly stop what their doing. Leaving the room quickly.

"I didn't mean that...you know that." He stares at me, leaning against the door frame. "Please say something. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I pr-" "Hmm. No." He goes to turn around. I latch onto his hand.

"Please talk to me. I didn't mean it. You know I didn't." He stares at his hand before pulling it away, making his way back into Eddie's room.

I knock on the door softly. "Yes?" Eddie looks up at me. "Can I talk to Bill please?" Eddie avoids eye contact.

"No...sorry." He goes to close the door. "No please?" I open it completely. There. The window sits open.

"Fuck." I mutter running through the house. "What's happening?" I rush past Ben. "Sorry, Ben. Not now." "Oh."

Looking outside there's no sign of Bill's car, the street sits empty. "Fuck." I whimper grabbing my phone almost dropping it as my hands shake.

—Phone call

Bill

S: oh thank god. Please come back
He answers.

B: ...

S: Please say something. I didn't mean it you know that right? Right?

B:

S: Please?
I whimper before the phone hangs up.

"Fuck." I whimper sitting on the front steps. I notice something dark on the steps.

His hoodie?

I hug it close. Noticing a piece of paper on the ground crumpled up.

"Here. :)"

"Shit." I run my fingers through my hair, leaning against the handrail. He must've left it earlier when we first got back.

"Stan...come on." Richie pulls me by my arm to go inside. "Have you talked to him?" He shakes his head softly, letting go of my arm and walking into Eddie's room.

"Fuck." Ben hugs me gently, I melt into the hug.