approximately an hour and a half later, richie was quietly sneaking back into his own room, praying he wouldn't wake up stan. it seemed to work, stanley still and quiet. he faced the opposite way from richie, and richie took a moment to just look at stanley.
stanley, who lied there with tufts of his hair poking up from beneath the duvet cover. his head burrowed in the pillow, he looked extremely peaceful.
richie sighed softly. he had ruined this whole fucking thing. he had ruined this whole fucking thing because he had told one lie, and it had fallen down a hole of more and more lies.
his fingers folded beneath his palm slowly, feeling his shitty, bitten nails scratch the inside of his hand. he didn't normally bite his nails, but for the last hour and a half he had been outside, chewing his nails over the lies he had told in his life. mike and beverly had both looked at him a little suspiciously, but other than that everyone seemed to believe the tall tale of a stomach ache.
he could barely even focus on the stars in the sky, which was weird for richie, because he had a strange liking of space and stars and all that. either way, he had to stare downwards, because looking up felt bad, and he kept having to remind himself he was sitting on a blanket.
speaking of which, richie had to remind himself where he was going and what he was doing. instead, he followed his footsteps of a minute ago to his bed, changing lightly into pajamas. he hadn't brushed his teeth, and he could already hear (in normal circumstances) stanley criticizing him in the morning. nevertheless, he got into bed anyway. it felt cold.
it felt just as cold as when he had walked in the room. nothing had changed.
richie sighed.
"i'm sorry if i ruined us," he whispered.
richie was still watching stan.
stanley shuffled around a bit, and finally turned around.
richie froze up.
"you didn't, rich. i just need a bit of time."
"i'm sorry."
richie's eyes watered.
"richie, can you... can you join me? "
stanley's voice was barely a whisper. richie raised an eyebrow.
"what? "
"nevermind."
stanley shuffled back, and richie was worried that maybe he was crying.
stanley sniffled.
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casual : stozier
Fanfiction"you sure are casual, rich." or two college boys fake date to keep an excuse going
