(Chapter 1: I might continue this.. we’ll see. This is literally my first fic ever, I was told to make this into a fic after I sent this hc to @toziertrashmouth)
It was just infatuation, it’s just an admiration for Richie that will go away in no time. At least that’s what Stan kept telling himself. Besides, everyone knows who Richie’s soulmate really is. All he ever heard was Richie&Eddie. If Stan had a quarter for every time someone has asked him if Richie and Eddie were dating, he’d be on a yacht right now. Despite that, deep down Stan had a little faith. I mean, the constant bantering they do can interpreted as flirting, Stan thinks. Stan hopes. Richie may not climb through his window at 2 am, or carry an extra inhaler for him, but Stan sure liked to imagine.
Today however, Stan was beyond stressed. He had two finals today, science and math. Stan couldn’t be more stressed. Unlike Richie, Math was not his strong suit. He studied as hard as he could last night, studied too hard as Bill tells him. Last year for his math final, he literally lived on coffee for the whole week. It wasn’t till after finals week, when he crashed at Bill’s house, that Bill had to lecture him on taking better care of himself.
“Hey Kid!” Patricia Giannelli whispered as Stan tried to ignore her. “Hey!” she repeated. 7 years going the same schools as this girl, and she still never bothered to learn his name.
“We’re the same age.” he said sourly. He already knew what she was going to ask, she asked him every single day.
“Whatever! Can I have a piece of paper?” Stan sighed.
“Sure.” he said in the most unenthusiastic voice. Although he didn’t like Patricia, and least she wasn’t rude to him, but it wouldn’t hurt to have his named remembered. As he went to take a loose leaf paper out of his binder, the girl went on.
“So you know your friend with the glasses? the annoying one?” she said while chewing gum loudly. Stan cringed as she chewed. They are about to take the most important test of the year, and she decides to chew gum. He tightens his fist as he hands her the paper.
“Yes.” he said with a sigh.
“Greta told me she saw him and the asthma kid who’s short, doing the nasty. Is-” She said before being cut off.
“The nasty?” Stan said confused. Was that a dance?
“Like swapping tongue? smooching? You know?” she said.
“Patricia, I don’t know how many times I have to tell everyone but Eddie and Richie aren’t dating. If they were, I’d know about it. I’m his best friend.” Stan said.
“But Greta said-”
“Trust me, I’d know about it. Richie and I are best friends.” Stan said confidently.
After his math final, Stan met Beverly, Mike, and Ben behind the bleachers. That’s where they all liked to hangout, it was quiet and far away from the Bowers gang in the cafeteria. The one safe haven in the school.
“I’m telling you Bev, the english final for Mr.Manzi’s is easy! You’ll do fine.” Ben said reassuringly.
“Not all of us are English prodigy’s Ben. Plus he hates me after the one time Richie made me ditch for a concert!” Beverly said in distress.
“Made you? Honey, you bought the tickets.” Ben said with a teasing grin.
Stan fazed them out, as he watched Richie come to where they are sitting. Stan couldn’t help but stare as Richie walked by. The way his curls bounced as he walked, the way he reached for his box of cigarettes once he was fully behind the bleachers.
“Still have that lighter, Bev?” he said.
“You bet I do.” Beverly said before handing him her lighter from her backpack.
Richie lights his cigarette, before handing her a cigarette and her lighter back. Ben rolled his eyes.
“I thought you two were going to stop smoking at school, didn’t you two make a pact?” Ben said genuinely.
“Oh c’mon it’s finals week, she’s stressed out and was practically eye-fucking me for it.”
“Beep Beep Richie.” Bill said as he and Eddie took off their backpacks and found a spot to sit.
“You made a pact, Rich. You gotta stick to it.” Mike said earning “Yeah’s” from the other losers..
“Hey! don’t all go ganging up on me! Bev is smoking too. Besides I’m trying to cut down on my smoking, Eddie doesn’t like the taste-” Richie said before being cut off.
“Beep Beep Richie!” Eddie says, with his face getting all red.
“Can’t we just tell them Ed’s? It’s been two months already, they’ll pick up on it soon enough.” Richie says sympathetically. Eddie locks eyes with Richie before taking a deep and nodding.
“Pick up on what?” Stan said. He later wished he hadn’t. How could he have been so naive. Eddie’s hand made it’s way to Richie’s before locking.
“Richie and I are dating.”
Stan felt his life slow down. He looked at Richie hoping for him to tell him that it’s a joke and that he really like Stan but instead he saw Richie smiling at Eddie as if he were in love. He looked at Beverly as her smile got bigger and bigger. He heard Mike say “I knew it!” and Ben say “That’s amazing.” Bill pulled Richie and Eddie into a hug.
He wanted to be happy for Eddie and Richie. He really wanted to.
He felt his fist tighten and jaw clench. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be have been going on for two months behind his back. Richie is his best friend. It’s like he didn’t even know him anymore. Stan couldn’t stop himself.
“This has been going for two months?” Stan said bitterly. Richie sighed nervously.
“We weren’t sure if we should say anything. We weren’t sure how you guys would react-”
“You couldn’t tell me? You couldn’t tell me about this!” Stan said and he couldn’t stop. “You didn’t even tell me you had feelings for him! You told me nothing!”
“Stan.” Bill warned.
“To be fair, Stan, it all happened so fast but once we knew what we felt for each other was real that’s-” Eddie said before Stan got in his face.
“You didn’t know if what you felt for him was real? Real! You cannot be serious Eddie. If you truly love someone, you just know! You don’t really like him, do you? You just like to play with people’s emotions like some sick game. Completely ignorant to how others may feel-”
“Stan!” Richie said pushing him away. Stan didn’t even notice how up close and rigid he was to Eddie before being pushed away by Richie. Stan fell to the ground from the amount of force Richie used to move him away. Once he hit the ground, Stan saw the concern Richie had in his eyes for Eddie and his thumb reaching to wipe Eddie’s tear stained cheek.
What did he do? Stan had to fix this, he just had to. He quickly got up and before he can say anything, Richie stopped him.
“If you can’t accept us, then leave us the fuck alone.”