It's not Richie. It's Bowers. Open the fucking door.
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I start to eat the cake. It's just a slice of chocolate and vanilla swirl cake with regular white frosting.
A piece of paper sticks out of the top of the box.
"Please forgive me? I don't know what was going through my head last night. I just wanna be able to I don't know. Be close to you? Something like that? I wanna hold your hand again. Or run my hands up and down your back...whatever. You get the point."
Near the top of the page is a couple of smudged places. Where tears fell. His handwriting is awfully shaky, not his best.
I open the box. A small little stuffed bear sits on top of a couple of new sweaters and one of his hoodies.
"I know this is cheesy as fuck but I want you back. You know what I mean, not in that way. I wanna be able to tease you and make you jealous and stuff I've never had to do this for someone. And honestly, that probably means something that I still don't know about."
My hands begin to shake.
At the bottom of the box is. A picture. A picture of us two. Someone took the picture without us knowing because it was at the restaurant the first time.
I get a text from him.
Bill✨
B: Please open the door.
S: Maybe I don't wanna.
B: I don't know how to apologize.
S: I don't know either. You can figure it out.
B: If you open the door maybe I can.
S: Putting hickeys on me won't help the problem Bill
B: Maybe it can? Maybe I do wanna kiss you.
S: But that doesn't mean you have feelings for me
B: I never said I don't.
S: Do you?
B: If you open the door maybe you can figure that out.
S: You're an idiot. I know you don't.
B: Do you want me to have feelings for you?
S: No.
B: You're a very bad liar.
S: We're texting.
B: I can still tell.
S: Whatever. Leave I'm not opening the door.
B: If Richie's sees me here he'll beat my ass
S: Then you most likely deserve it.
B: Why are you so stubborn?
S: Because when I thought of being your "first choice" you wouldn't treat me like shit.
S: Or leave me drunk by myself.B: I wasn't thinking okay?
S: I also thought I would finally have someone to "like me" and actually drop everyone else for me.
B: You should've known.
S: What the fuck.
B: Richie is here... please open the door.
S: No. fuck off. Block my number.
B: Bunny, please?
S: Don't call me that.
B: Stan for real.
S: You'll be okay.
B: It's not Richie. It's Bowers. Open the fucking door.
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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?