A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

050 / Hard

"Come lay with me." "I rather not." "Why not?" "Because." "C'mere bunny."

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--I forgot to post part 47 the other day oops

Richie and I lay down for a while, listening to the tv. "Come on. Let's go back."

"He's gonna be there Richie." "It'll be okay...I promise." He smiles gently.

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"Richie his car is here," I mumble. "It'll be okay." I follow him to the door. "Stan? Where'd you go?" Beverly hugs me quickly. "Too difficult to explain...is Bill here?" "Yeah, he's asleep in your room why?"

I furrow my brows as Richie pushes me towards my room. "Hello?" His morning voice sending chills down my spine.

"It's just me," I mutter sitting my stuff down. "Stan?" He sits up completely, his shirt off as he stretches.

"Come lay with me." "I rather not." "Why not?" "Because." "C'mere bunny." My face turns a light shade of pink as I sit the rest of my stuff down.

He holds his arms out. I slide my shoes and hoodie off. Well, his hoodie off. My shirt comes up slightly.

"Wow." He grins pulling me down onto the bed. "I still don't wanna talk to you," I mutter as his cold fingertips travel up and down my ribs.

"Too bad." He grins jabbing his fingers into my sides. "I'm not gonna stop until you smile." He grins straddling my hips. "Too bad." I frown as he jabs my sides.

Finally, I start to giggle loudly. "That's what I thought." He chuckles pressing my arms down.

"I can't move you know." I roll my eyes playfully. "That's the point." He gets closer. His face inches away from mine.

"What are you doing?" "Teasing you." He grins climbing off of me. "That's not fair..." I mutter sitting up and crossing my arms.

"What's not fair?" "You- never mind," I mutter as he lays down, his head resting on my lap.

"You got ha-" "Shut up!" I squeal covering my face quickly. "Hmm. Good to know." He smirks uncovering my red face.