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the classics (part 2)

a/n- here is part two to the story @tufflosers and i have been writing. you can read the introduction here. we hope you guys enjoy this story and you can expect more from us in the future with short stories to go alongside this fic.

“do it stan, do it.“

that was all stanley uris could hear in the high school cafeteria. it was like he and his friends were the only ones in the whole cafeteria.

his friends were pressuring him to go and tease bill denbrough, aka, stuttering bill. apparently, if he didn’t, they would go and ditch him just like that. now if that was all they were going to do, he wouldn’t mind it so much. he didn’t necessarily like being popular. but they would also, and i quote, “make his senior year a living hell.”

stanley, of course, didn’t want that, so after a few more seconds of their nagging, he finally gave in.

“alright alright! i’ll do it!”

“i don’t see you movin’.” one of his friends commented, and stan rolled his eyes.

“i’m going, i’m going.”

he let out a sigh as he pushed his chair back, standing up from the table and walking over to bill’s table.

his thoughts were racing around his head which was making him get a headache.

his hands got uncomfortably sweaty, so he stuffed them in his jean pockets, which didn’t help.

finally, he was right at the table where bill was sitting. he was writing something down. probably another one of his stories. stan thought to himself.

the clearing of bill’s throat snapped him back to reality.

“hey stan, uh, you need something?”

“yeah.. yeah i do need something.. stuttering bill.” stan muttered, looking directly at him.

as stan spat out insults left and right, bill just watched him in complete shock. insults like “your stutter makes you so stupid you know that?” and “no wonder you don’t have any friends, you’ve got a fucking stutter. you can’t even make out a single word without that fucking stutter of yours.” and let’s not forget “you’re not a normal kid so you shouldn’t even think that for one damn second.”

this wasn’t the stan that bill remembered, at all. this wasn’t the stan that called him at 2 am, telling him to come over because he had another one of his dreams again. this wasn’t the stan that showed bill his drawings of these dreams in private, trying to figure out what the hell these dreams were and what they meant. this wasn’t the stan that he had fallen for.

even stan didn’t even know who the person was that was saying those things to poor bill. if this stan had met stan when he was 11 years old, they’d be complete opposites. it was almost like some other person was inside him, controlling what he was saying.

as this happened, everyone got real quiet to hear and see what was going on. everyone was bewildered at the scene being shown in front of them. most people left bill alone, since of what happened to georgie. so to see someone picking on bill was a bolt in the blue to these seniors.

all the losers were there, and they all couldn’t believe it either.

eddie and his friends were all watching, not saying anything. a few of them were laughing quietly to themselves, but eddie didn’t even hear them. his jaw was hanging out, in utter shock at what was happening.

mike just hung his head down low, not even wanting to watch stan go off on bill. it was making his heart feel so heavy, almost as if he were the one saying it to bill. he knew he wasn’t, but having an old good friend of his treating another old good friend of his poorly made his blood boil.

ben and his geek friends were sitting there, watching the whole thing. his friends were thanking god they weren’t bill, but ben was thinking the complete opposite. he’d rather be the one up there taking the mental beatings then for it to bill.

beverly’s friends were all snickering at it, but she cussed them out and told them to stop. she hated this, she hated what stan was doing. but before she could stop him, richie got up and stormed over to him.

“stan what the fuck?” richie snapped as he stormed up to the table. each of the other losers slowly got up from their spots and inched closer and closer to the table. stan jumped at the sound of richie’s voice, obviously not expecting anyone to intervene. he turned towards him on the heel of his foot, a look of pure shame over his face.

“so what, you get pleasure outta making your old best friends feel like shit now?”

stan shook his head quickly, “no richie, it’s not like that-” but he was interrupted before he could explain himself.

“oh really? it’s not like that? because i’m pretty sure and correct me if i’m wrong here, that you were just being a complete asshole to bill for no good reason at all. unless i mean of course, you have a good reason and in that case, then i wanna know.”

stan stood there looking sheepishly at the ground as the whole cafeteria watched him awaiting the response he didn’t have.

“that’s what i fucking thought. jesus christ stan, i get it, you’re popular, you think you’re all that,” stan muttered a quiet, “richie, stop” as tears stung his eyes but richie kept going, “but are you seriously going to throw away everything that we suffered through as middle schoolers for some dumb high school label that won’t matter once you graduate? i mean look at eddie and mike, they’re both pretty high on the social status but do you see them being assholes to the rest of us? hell, they’re even trying to get us back together.”

at this point, richie didn’t even care who was listening in on the conversation. he was beyond pissed and he was going to make sure stan knew. and oh boy did stan know. if he was being honest, he was sort of scared of richie at this point. and god did he feel awful. he knew everything that came out of richie’s mouth was the truth and it just made him feel worse. he felt so small compared to the boy in front of him.

“do you not even remember the trauma we experienced because i don’t know about you, but it is etched into my brain. i still have fucking nightmares. some nights i don’t even get any sleep at all.”

the losers were crowded around the table at this point and everything that richie said hit them close to home. they were the only ones who knew what he was talking about, the only ones who experienced the trauma, the nightmares, the sleepless nights. richie had gone quiet for a few minutes, his heavy breathing and the whimpers from stan being the only noise in the room. that was before he took a few quick strides over to stan and grabbed his hand, bringing it up so he and the rest of the losers could see the scar that lay upon his hand.

richie then spoke in a voice only the rest of the losers could hear, a voice that dripped with venom, “did this mean nothing to you?” and that was when stan lost it. the sobs came gushing out as richie let go of his hand, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he looked at each of the losers before turning to exit the school. stan took his turn to look at each of the losers, taking note of bill’s tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes, before running out of the room and straight towards the restroom.

the students either watched richie leave or watched stan run out of the cafeteria bawling his eyes out.

stan’s friends were laughing hysterically, along with a lot of others. they thought it was all a joke. others were silent or talking about it quietly with their friends, wondering what the hell it was all about.

eddie got up and went outside to go check on richie. sure he might get shit for it from his friends, but he was worried about richie and wanted to talk to him.

richie sat down on a nearby bench, pulling out a cigarette to smoke. he was shaking from nerves, and a cigarette always made the jitters go away. it took him a few times to light the cigarette, he was shaking that bad. once he did, he took a big puff of it, and blew it out, a sigh following it. he didn’t see eddie until he came out and took richie’s free hand. richie didn’t pull away. he found it very comforting.

stan bolted to the bathroom, going all the way to the back and slumped down to the far corner. the tears just kept gushing out, like buckets of water were pouring from his eyes. the tears were like watery knives, like rain from his eyes. he felt like complete shit. he shouldn’t have done that.

did you see what you did to bill you fucker? did you see his tear stained cheeks, his bloodshot eyes, the complete humiliation he had faced? and here you are pitying yourself. i despise you. the voice in his head said.

stan sighed to himself when he realized that the voices were back. he just listened to them go on and on about how shitty of a person he is for doing that to bill, which made the wet bullets fall even more. you just hurt the bill you shared your darkest dreams and secrets. the bill that was your best friend when you were younger. the bill you had fallen for.

he suddenly heard the bathroom door open, so he ducked his head quickly in his knees since they were brought up to his face.

“s-stan..” he heard a voice mumble, and right away he knew it was bill.

stan slowly brought his head up to see bill. every time he looked at him, he could just see the agony and humiliation he had caused him. it was too upsetting to even meet eyes with him, so he turned away and stared at the wall.

“s-stan, please l-l-look at me.” bill spoke indistinctly. he wasn’t gonna lie, he was sort of afraid of stan. but he didn’t want it to end, not like this.

stan obeyed and slowly drifted his eyes from the wall into bill’s. he was terrified of what bill would say or do next.

bill reached for stan’s hand cautiously, not sure how stan would react.

stan sniffled and took bill’s hand, there fingers interlocking together nicely. stan was just staring down at their hands, the voices being pushed out of his head once again. bill always knew how to get rid of the voices.

bill was looking at stan the whole time, finding delight in his every feature. he took his free hand and lifted stan’s head up gently.

before stan could react, bill leaned in and connected his lips with stan’s.

that was the first time either of them had kissed each other, even kissed a boy. but they both enjoyed it so much. their lips moved practically in sync. it had so much passion in it, if someone stuffed all the passion in the biggest box ever, it still wouldn’t fit.

after they both pulled away, stan burst out into tears again, but these were happy ones. he kept apologizing over and over like a broken record. bill kept saying it was okay after every apology.

they both heard the bell ring, and so they both got up from the bathroom floor. they shared one last kiss, and gave each other a long hug. after a minute or so, they both pulled away. they both felt perfectly okay, almost happy. something they hadn’t felt in the longest time.

richie and eddie sat together, not speaking for the longest time before eddie spoke up, his eyes focusing on the ground.

“did you mean it? when you said you still had nightmares and sleepless nights?” richie chuckled, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and inspecting it as he blew out the smoke.

“mhm, it’s either one or the other every night. surprised i’m still standing if i’m being honest.” eddie took in the words, not responding right away. after a couple quiet minutes, richie turned his gaze to look at eddie with raised eyebrows. the next words to come out of richie’s mouth weren’t intended to hurt eddie but they struck his heart a lot harder than he thought.

“eds, you good there buddy?”

“richie please” eddie mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. eds. he hadn’t heard that nickname in years. he didn’t know why it hurt him so much, maybe because it felt so different now. or maybe it was because it brought back all those feelings eddie had pushed deep down when the losers started separating. maybe it hurt so much because he still loved richie, even after all these years. whenever he past richie in the halls, he felt butterflies in his stomach and whenever richie smiled at him or asked how he was doing, he felt his cheeks heat up.

richie had taken the hint and changed the topic, “so how is your new life? being a cheerleader and all?” it was another harmless question but eddie had assumed otherwise.

“richie, you know i’ve been a cheerleader since our freshman year.”

richie threw the cigarette down, stomping it out on the ground as he nodded, looking back up at eddie with a hint of confusion across his features, “yeah, and?”

“and we’re seniors now. you haven’t bothered to ask me about being a cheerleader for four years.”

richie leaned back, drapping one arm over the back of the bench, “i mean we never got the chance to talk eddie. we all grew apart and went our separate ways.”

“what about all those nights freshman year that i tried calling you but you ignored me? what about me trying my damn hardest to get us, the losers, back together?”

“eddie, it’s too different now. we aren’t the same people we were in middle school.”

eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, “christ, you are such a hypocrite richie. do you not recall the past twenty minutes?”

“i do but that was a completely different scenario. stan was being an asshole to bill, you’re trying to put seven completely different people back together when it just wouldn’t work out.”

the two of them sat there, eddie glaring at richie and richie playing with his thumbs. little did eddie know, the real reason richie wasn’t on board with the losers club getting back together is that he thought he would bring them down. they had already suffered enough of him in middle school and he didn’t want to put them through that again. he honestly wanted the losers back together, just not with him in it.

“so now what? we pretend that that big ass speech was to just scare stan, make him think about what he did. richie, we heard you in there, we know that speech wasn’t just directed to stan, it was directed to all of us.”

richie stood up from the bench. back in freshman year, he had vowed to himself that he wasn’t going to put his best friends through any more of his crazy antics. he vowed he wouldn’t become an annoyance to bill and stan again. he vowed he wouldn’t become the kid who got so caught up in his own world, that he started getting behind in school and having to ask ben and mike for help again. he vowed he wouldn’t become the young and hopelessly in love boy that would climb through beverly’s window and cry to her about how one specific boy would never love him back again. he vowed he would never put eddie through the pain of having to be his boyfriend and look after him when things got too hard.

“oh and there he goes, off to sulk around the school, blasting some shitty music in his headphones. off to be the big, badass punk kid who will cuss out anyone who looks at him in the wrong way. off to be the guy who is too scared to let anyone in to help him.”

richie felt tears sting his eyes as he looked down at eddie before mumbling, “why don’t you go back to your preppy ass cheerleader friends and talk shit about me there because i don’t wanna hear it.”

richie started walking away, not looking back to see what eddie would do. he felt someone grip at his arm and turn him around. he felt the fists of eddie pounding against his chest as eddie cried in front of him, the words, “i hate you richie tozier.” coming out of his mouth a mile a minute. the world stopped then and richie did the one thing he vowed he would never do, yet the one thing he had been dreaming to do for years. he cupped eddie’s tear stained cheeks and slowly leaned in, connecting their lips. he felt eddie’s fists fall from his chest to go around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. after a few moments, the two pulled away, foreheads resting against each other and eyes closed.

“richie,” eddie mumbled, taking deep breathes, “will you please be apart of the losers club again?”

richie leaned in and pecked eddie on the lips before he opened his eyes, “we’ll see.” was the only thing he said before pulling away completely and walking in the opposite direction, leaving eddie to reach up and touch his lips as he tried to savor the moment for as long as he could.

the losers, minus richie, had decided to meet up at a cafe after school ended. when stan and richie had left the cafeteria, bev said that they needed to have a talk and to make sure that stan was there but not richie. and now here they were, sitting together at one of the booths catching up. none of it was awkward at all. it was as if they were middle schoolers again.

“so stan, how are you feeling?” eddie asked as he took a sip of his drink. stan had to admit, he felt awkward only because of what happened today. he was staring at his cup and moving it back and forth from one hand to the other. he took a deep breath before answering.

“sorta like shit but okay.” he kept his gaze on his cup, too scared to look at his friends. he was too scared to know what they were thinking. when they got here, they treated him the same way they had always treated him but they hadn’t been asking him questions regarding the events from earlier.

“do you wanna talk about it?” bev asked in a soft voice that made stan feel somewhat better. he felt tears prick at his eyes as he looked up at bill who was sitting beside him. bill gave him a soft smile and stan returned it. he slowly sat up, gripping his cup a little harder than before as he took another deep breath.

“my friends, they were..” he choked up on his words, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus his breathing. he couldn’t get the words out. he had tried again but he got choked up again. he felt bill take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze before mike spoke up.

“it’s okay stan, you don’t have to tell us.” the few words that mike spoke calmed stan down. he didn’t feel as awkward and he wasn’t as scared. his friends, his real and true best friends, understood the situation and for that he was relieved. he let out a watery chuckle before smiling at his friends and leaning back to rest his head on bill’s shoulder. bev took this opportunity to get to the reason why she had wanted them to meet up.

“so… after today and after hearing what richie said, it made me see that we are the same kids we were in middle school. the only thing that changed is what we decided to do in high school. i mean, fuck the labels who gives a shit. we cannot give up our friendship over that. i’m not gonna lie, i thought us getting back together would be awkward but it’s as if nothing changed. i’m starting to think we should get back together.”

“what about richie?” eddie asked, a small hint of a smile on his face. bev looked to him and smirked.

“i was thinking that we could surprise him. you know, i could invite him to the quarry for a smoke but it would really just be all of us. i mean if he sees that we have all decided that we could make it work, he might change his mind too.”

stan had visibly tensed up, definitely catching the eyes of the others.

“what if he doesn’t want me there? what if he only accepts if i have to leave?” stan mumbled, his voice quavering as he spoke.

“stan-” eddie started but was cut off, “no eddie, i’m serious. you saw what he said to me. you know what he thinks of me.”

“s-stan, please come w-with us.” bill asked in a comforting voice that made stan melt. he looked up at bill, he knew he couldn’t say no to him. he sighed as he sat up and nodded his head.

“okay fine, i’ll come.” he couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face as the losers cheered and clinked their cups together in victory.

so the next day after school, the first part of the plan was put into action.

beverly went over to richie who was hanging out under the bleachers as usual. his two friends were there, but they were a little far away from richie.

he was looking out into the distance, reliving what had gone down yesterday. sure was an eventful day, he thought to himself.

when beverly tapped his shoulder to get his attention, he recoiled at her touch.

“damn bev you scared the shit out of me!” richie exclaimed with a slight laugh as he turned to face her.

“sorry.” she dissolved into laughter, the laughs soon fading out quickly from the both of them.

“uh, a lot of shit happened yesterday. you probably have a lot on your mind, so i was thinking maybe you could come over to the quarry with me and have a smoke. just like old times.” she confidently stated, giving richie a playful punch on the arm. she was a good liar, too good of one sometimes.

“eh, sure. why not.” he shrugged, rubbing the spot where she had punched him. it didn’t hurt, he just thought it was uncanny that she had did that.

“man have i got stuff to tell you..” he trailed off, giving her a weird look. “that is, if that’s okay.” he said oddly quietly.

“of course it is.” she replied in a soft voice, not meaning to sound so faint. it just came out that way.

richie was acting like they were eleven year olds again, he had even perceived that he was too. but that wasn’t the case. it wouldn’t ever be like that. not after what stanley did. “that fucking bastard..” richie muttered to himself and beverly raised an eyebrow.

“did you say something?"

"no."

"alright..” her voice petered out, wondering what he had said. she pushed that thought aside and her eyebrow sunk back down.

“okay, meet me there at 5.” she asserted before walking away.

richie watched her until she left, reminiscing about the times they shared and the times he had with the other losers.

“no, it’s just not like that anymore.” he told himself before leaving the bleachers.

as he walked, he had instantaneously pictured himself walking down the middle school hallway, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

he recollected seeing all of the losers there, and he was walking towards them.

suddenly, he recalled bower’s gang watching him sharply and he swiftly felt that same shiver go down his spine like the one he had felt seven years ago.

he ignored that abnormal feeling and continued walking, wondering why that had happened and if it had something to do with meeting beverly at the quarry.

5 o'clock came around sooner then richie had expected.

he got up from his bed and slipped his black converse back on, ready to meet beverly at the quarry.

he strolled on out his front door and shove his hands in his pockets, his mind aimlessly wondering about different things. it was all things surrounding this meetup with beverly.

this wouldn’t be no ordinary hang out, he thought to himself. but he went away. he didn’t know exactly why he did, but he did.

it took him a while to find his way to the quarry, he hadn’t been there in years so he had completely forgotten the way.

eventually, though, he made it. there he saw beverly, she waved at him with what appeared to be a smile.

as he got closer, he saw the rest of the losers. mike, eddie, ben, bill, and stan. stan.. what the fuck was stan doing there!

"bev.. what the fuck is going on..” richie mumbled, his hands already turning into clenched fists inside his pockets.

he was glaring at stan, and stan looked frightened to death. richie didn’t really know what to think of it.

“look, we just wanna talk..” she said in a gentle voice, stepping closer slowly to richie, trying to contend him.

he glanced at her with vigilance, trying to get what she meant by it.

“what she means is.. i wanna talk. w-well.. more like a-apologize for what i-i did.” stan stammered, stepping forward.

he sounded just like bill.. richie notioned in his head as stan approached him. richie took his hands out of his pockets, his fists gone.

richie examined stan’s face, and it was all of that fear he had saw on his face was gone. it’s like someone smeared it all away and put it in a jar somewhere.

“then go ahead. apologize. doesn’t mean what you did didn’t fucking happen you prick!” richie shouted.

he had snapped. the rage wolves had been released from their cage, and richie felt the need to punch someone, something, anything.

stan was the perfect thing to punch, and how convenient, he’s right in front of him.

richie practically lunged himself at stan, and the fear had been spread back on stan’s face. he really thought richie was going to kill him at that moment.

mike hurriedly stepped in and caught richie just in time. he pinned his arms behind his back and held him back, richie fighting his hardest to escape from mike’s grasp.

“let go of me! let go! let go” richie bellowed, saliva flying out of his mouth but he didn’t care.

the other teens watched in horror as this played out in front of them. it was the cafeteria incident all over again, but much worse.

“riche i didn’t mean to do it! i didn’t! my friends, they put me up to it! they fucking put me up to it! i wouldn’t hurt bill like that on purpose, i wouldn’t.. because i’ve got the biggest fucking crush on him!” stan clamored, not expecting that last part to come out.

bill’s face got super red, and he just looked at stan with pure delight. i do too stan.. stan the man. he thought to himself, a smile big enough to see from china.

richie stopped the fighting, the rage wolves had been locked up once again.

“well i- i don’t believe you.” richie declared, crossing his arms over his chest after mike let him go.

“it’s t-t-true richie. it’s true.” bill said, barely making a sound.

“what was that bill?” richie asked, his voice real quiet.

“it’s true. stan is telling the truth.” he replied, no stutter at all.

richie knew then that stan was telling the truth. he knew he was the one who screwed up now.

“man stan i am just..” before he could even think of what to say next, stan pulled him into a tight hug.

all the losers watched silently, all of them had smiles on their faces and in their hearts.

“let’s never break up the losers club again.” richie pronounced while still hugging stan.

all the teenagers unanimously agreed without a doubt.

the rest of the losers joined in on the hug, turning it into a warm group hug.

once the group separated, richie took this opportunity to march up to eddie, cup his cheeks, and pull him in for a kiss. eddie was taken aback at first before he returned the kiss, oblivious to the five people who were watching them with jaws dropped. when the two pulled back, they had huge grins on their faces. mike coughed loudly, catching the attention of the two breathless boys.

richie turned his head to them, a smirk growing on his lips as he opened his mouth, “oh what? did i forget to mention i, too, have a huge fucking crush. expect mine’s not on big bill over there, it’s on eddie spaghetti.” he ruffled eddie’s hair, as he buried his burning red face in richie’s chest. the losers laughed together, huge smiles upon their faces, as richie peppered kisses all over eddie’s face. they were together again and it was better than ever. they were losers and they were happy.

“to us losers.” stan stated, all of them relieved that everything had worked out for the better.

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