Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

16

Today was the day.

The sun was completely up by 6am when Richie Tozier woke up. Birds chirped loudly and normally Richie would find them annoying, but lately he seemed to mildly like the noise.

He grabbed his glasses off the bedside table putting them on as his vision went from blurry to focused. The smudge of dust in the top right corner of his left lens distracted him. Signing, the teenager went to the bathroom and took out his glasses cleaner making sure they were spot less before putting them back on.

Richie got dressed in a pair of dark jeans, paired with a plain t shirt and a Hawaiian themed button up thrown over top. Attempting to style his hair seemed like too much effort for a text so Richie opted to just hair spraying it a bit on parts he didn't want to stick up.

Anonymous

Hey
*read 7:03am*

Hi

I have an important question

Kinda the point of this thing we have going on but continue

Okay so I know all of the rules and shit but I need to ask this okay so fuck the rules

What's your name?
*read 7:05am*

I caught feelings okay? And if it's fine if you don't return them I just want to know your name. Even if you don't like me back I want to be friends at least

Please answer
*message not delivered !*

Richie set down his phone sighing. He fucked everything up again. He was content with just texting sometimes. But he had to be selfish and want more. Want more than what he could have. He knew the agreement, he knew the rules but he insisted on breaking them.

When Stan got a text asking for his name from an anonymous number, he swore it must have been a trick of the light or a prank. Unsure of which it was, he read the messages coming through before the reality of the situation set in. In a panic the teenager blocked the number then proceeded to throw his phone on the bed.

Stan wasn't sure if he messed everything up or if the other person did.

School was strange. Richie was abnormally silent all day only occasionally disrupting the class with an inappropriate comment rather than almost always. At lunch Stan didn't hear Richie yelling or his laughter booming down the halls as he walked to the lunchroom. No one saw him flip off Bowers either.

Richie had noticed Stan being quiet too. Well more quiet considering he was normally quiet. Instead of rolling his eyes at Richies comments during class he kept to his book or looked deep in thought. During lunch no one saw Stan with us sketchbook out.

It was strange the things you notice about someone. You may not even be close to them it may just happen. You're walking down the hall
going about you're daily routine when you realize a girl didn't wear her signature red hair clip that day. Or how someone sat with a different group of people than usual. At first they're all fleeting thoughts, though it soon becomes almost obsessive. Every little detail you begin to notice and you wonder why you started paying attention to them.

Deep down, everyone does. Envy or jealousy is a common misconception. Blaming it on how you just want to be them, it's a good excuse to not give into your heart.  The feelings and observations may pass eventually. Starting to realize the persons flaws.

Though sometimes they don't. Instead they grow stronger and accepting them is the only way to move forward.

Simply it was easy to know who they had feelings for. Richie loved anonymous plain and simple. He even had the guts to tell him.

Stan was a bit more complex. He was starting to see what his heart was feeling. He was starting to see what his brain was thinking. That Richie Tozier may not be as bad as he seemed.