𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿

3

Stan jolted awake a little suddenly. It was the weird feeling of falling that shook him out of his slumber.

It was already 6pm, according to his wrist watch. Jeez, when had he fallen asleep?

The plane ride had been short, but he hadn't slept a wink the night before, and with all the crying babies and snotty children crying and yelling and making a big fuss on the plane, it was a little hard to rest, so you can't really blame him for conking out.

Stan gazed at the ceiling for a while, his hand rested on his chest, concentrating on how it'd rise and fall with his breathing.

Shit, I forgot to unpack.

He sighed and tried to push the thought away, too tired to worry about organisation. The thing is, Stan was a perfectionist, so he knew his brain would just yell at him until he actually got up and did it.

Shouldn't his roommate be here by now?

Just as the thought came to his mind, the sound of the door to his dorm closed with a loud Clunk.

Speak of the fucking devil, eh?

Stan sprang out of bed suddenly. Shit! He was supposed to unpack before they arrived! Jesus, Stan! why did you have to fall asleep? Some first impression this'll make.

He took notice of the wrinkles in his shirt and cursed under his breath, trying his best to flatten them out.

The door to the bedroom opened at Stan snapped his head up so fast he was sure he'd given himself whiplash.

They looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before Stan decided to break the silence.

"Hi.." He cringed inwardly at his sleep ridden state, clearing his throat in an attempt to make his voice less raspy.

The boy in front of him glanced behind him at the bed and then back at Stan, taking in his tired eyes and disheveled hair. "Did i wake you?" He laughed a little.

Stanley felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest in a sort of defensive manner."..No"

"Im Richie, by the way." He smiled goofily, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

"Stanley Uris." Stan replied, hesitant to accept the handshake but did it anyway, staring a little longer than strictly necessary at the black and green chipped nail polish on the boys nails. 

"Uris? Thats jewish, right?" Richie asked, not really waiting for an answer before turning around and walking over to the unpacked box on top of his bed. "Sorry for the mess, by the way. I was gonna unpack all of my shit but i got bored and went out for a walk, the coffee over at that one café down the street tastes like led, also. Don't try it."

"Do you always talk this much to people you've just met?" Stan questioned, striding over to his side of the room to start unpacking.

Richie turned his head over his shoulder to face Stan, even though he was turned the other way. "Pretty much, yeah." He shrugged, continuing his attempt at unpacking. "Not a lot of people willingly talk to me- I know, shocking, right? I mean- i'm hot as fuck! Who wouldn't wanna talk to me? Anyways, they all think im annoying and shit cause I have a 'motormouth' i've been told-" Richie continued to ramble on as Stan began folding his clothes neatly into the drawers of the closet, sighing deeply.

This is gonna be a long four years, was all he could think.

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written and edited by both bug and mar

14/12/20