✸thirteen✸

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"where's your bike?"

stan asked.

bill pointed to the mailbox in front of richie's house.

stan walked up to the bike, bill followed.

he rode it to the car.

he opened his trunk and put the bike in.

"let's go."

stan said closing the trunk.

bill got in the passengers seat.

stan drove off.

"mm."

bill made a noise.

he grabbed stan's hand from the wheel.

"can we nwot go to my house."

"oh... uhm where do you wanna go?"

"anywhere but my hwouse."

"is everything okay?"

"uhm... i just- my mom doesn't know i went out."

"oh.... bill! you rebel."

bill laughed.

"or drop me off swomewhere far from my house."

"you know what, you wanna go over to my house since you've never been?"

bill nodded.

"alright."

stan drove to his house.

they arrived shortly after.

it was another quiet ride like always, saying words not really needed.

plus bill didn't wanna be a distraction.

he thought he was annoying when he talked.

when they arrived at stan's house they both walked in.

nobody was home as usual.

stan usually spent his days home alone, it's pretty rare that his mom was over.

that's why when the opportunity is here he takes it.

"wow, nice house."

"thanks, i bought it with my own money."

"what?"

"im joking, it's my parents."

stan laughed.

bill walked around exploring the place.

he looked at a picture frame and picked it up.

it was stan when he was six, his mom, and dad.

"your parents are still together...? lwucky."

bill said.

"oh, there's not... my dad left us when i was 10."

"oh... swame, my dad left at 14."

"wow that was no so long ago."

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