richie woke up, disappointed everything last night hadn't been some sort of horrible nightmare. he opened his eyes eventually, and found stanley putting his bag over his shoulder.
"hey! "
richie's voice was quiet but it still caught stanley's attention. he turned around to see richie sitting up. richie wasn't sure why he had said it, he just didn't want stanley to leave yet, really.
stanley looked tired. his hair wasn't combed, his eyes looked drowsy. richie admired it, but he realized he needed to say something. stanley was waiting, his eyes narrowed and upset.
"what? what do you want? "
his tone was cold. richie sat up and got out of bed quickly, reaching out for stanley's hand,
"please don't."
"i'm sorry, stan. i'm so sorry."
stan backed up, closer to the door.
"look, man, i didn't know my feelings. i'm bad at expressing them, you know that,"
stanley brought a hand up to his eye but did nothing, as if by habit preparing to wipe away a tear. his eyes drooped. "don't fuck with me, richie, please," everytime he said please in such a broken tone, richie dug his nails further into his palms.
"i'm not. i-i think i know them now."
stanley softened for a moment, but the moment passed and richie could've sworn that he watched every wall that had ever stood before them reconstruct themselves, stanley going cold and stiff.
"i'll see you in class."
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casual : stozier
Fanfiction"you sure are casual, rich." or two college boys fake date to keep an excuse going
