𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 || stenbrough

♥︎ part 1 ♥︎

stan

"stanley, breakfast!" i heard my older brother charlie - well he now prefers charles, ever since he became the 'pefect' kid my parents always wanted - call me.

today i'm meeting richie! i have to look nice for my parents to approve so i threw on the normal: beige shorts which stopped just above the knee ; baby blue polo shirt ( top button not done up ) ; my hair combed to the side.

i hate how 'fancy' i dress! it's like everyday is a wedding, maybe one day i'll wake up and have the confidence to wear something cool like richie or bill in-front my parents.

"stanley! how many times!" charlie wined.

"it's stan," i murmured under my breath.

i didn't plan to stay long, i started to eat a single piece of toast and roughly heard the conversation between my father, mother and older brother.

"stanley, have you got anyone in mind?" my father looked over his newspaper and asked.

"hm, what? what in mind?" i said halfway through a bite of toast.

"girlfriend." he through at me like it was nothing.

i nearly spat out my food, he cant tell can he? who am i kidding, no one i havent told cant tell! look at me, i need to express myself more.

to make it more clear:

bill denbrough.

bill, billy, billiam. that man is the reason i dont have a 'girlfriend'.

and he sort of knows it, well.. maybe drunk stan may of let a few words spill out to sober bill a few weeks ago..

richie being richie, wrote down the whole thing in a notebook. what the fuck richie. anyway it went something like this "I LOVE BILL DENBROUGH, HES SO PERFECT AND-"
i apparently projected across the small room in bens basement, "BILL DUDE" eddie gladly ruined my speech..

anyway he said he's cool with it the next morning. cool?

"i have someone, sir." i call my dad sir sometimes, it's not very 'dad-ly' but he's always been super strict and all, like an angry manager at work.

"patricia?" mother asked.

"no, not patrici- i really gotta go! i'm meeting up with the losers." i rushed out.

i knew if i said i'm just meeting richie they'd be worried for my heath, they always knew richie as the 'dirty, stupid boy who'll fill your mind with trash' which honestly is a pretty good representation of richie trashmouth tozier but he's my bestfriend! he's got his other qualitys.

patricia blum, is my parents friends daughter.
she's perfect, long brown hair, emerald green eyes, bubbly personality, all the reasons my parents want me to be with her..

"losers?! pfft, you got that one right! your just a bunch of losers!" charles chucked with an evil side eye.

"charles enough, stanley you may leave." my mother said, she was always nicer to my than my dad, not ideal though.

- time skip -

"hey rich," i started

"whatup stan the man," he joked

"i wanna rebel, i wanna be me, not this straight, perfect, fancy boy my parents want me to be,"

"then just.. do it?" he tried to help.

"watch me bitch," i shouted, a little over confident which made richie literally cry.

- next day - sorry y'all eujddnsjnf

today i woke up different, after that yesterday me and richie took a trip to the thrift store by my house and laughed at all the clothes we know for a fact my parents wouldn't approve of, the bad thing is there normal clothes, nothing even that bad-

i tied up my doc marten boots, yellow stiches instead of black across the bottom, my parents always says these boots were to 'punk'.

a pair of baggy blue cuffed jeans, with a black belt with many silver holes in it, long white socks, a black band tee with a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under.

i think i look pretty cool.

i heard a knock on the door, it was richie! i knew for a fact that little shit was only there to see my parents reaction!

they shouldn't have a reaction, it's normal wear. but.. not for them.

a/n i forgot to mention all the losers are 16-17 and charlie is 19

"richard! what a pleasant surprise." my dad fake smiled as richies grin grew as he saw me
walking down the stairs trying to avoid any human interaction.

"stanley." my dad said as calm as possible, probably cause of richie.

"what the fuck are you-" charlie laughed.

"CHARLES URIS, NO SWEARING! ESPECIALLY WITH GUESTS." father shouted.

"guiltily of that one sir." richie mumbled. richie please what goes on in your brain sometimes!

"stanley, change!" my dad finally snapped.

"no" i simply said, no sarcasm, a whole lotta sas.

"stanley. don't make me ask again." he said this time with a stern expression on his angry face.

i mean if rich wasn't here my ass would be whooped by now, gotta give him that.

"why do you care?! you have perfect little fucking charles!" i must admit, i am quite sassy at times.

"STANLEY URIS" my mother snapped.

"YOUNG MAN, YOUR A DISGRACE." dad boomed.

richie was laughing. richie was laughing. RICHIE TOZIER WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING. sometimes i really wonder how this boy is my bestfriend.

i flipped him off and called richie over with my eyes, he immediately got it and we strutted out like the absolute baddies we are.

"well that just happened." richie said

"yep"

a/n hehe hoped you liked it

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