prom [stranger things + it]

richie?!

Stan sat on Bill's bed next to them, both of them reading out of their own social studies textbooks. They had to study for an upcoming test on the revolutionary war, and even though they both agreed to meet up and do this, they did not want to at all. Stan huffed, shutting his book and throwing it on the ground.

"I'm so tired, Bill," he complained, positioning himself so he was cross-legged across from Bill. "I hate this stuff. I'm dumb anyway, I'm going to fail it. I hate my dumb self."

Bill frowned, closing his book and setting it aside carefully. He leaned over and placed his hand on top of Stan's. "I like eh-everything about yuh-you, S-Stan. Just the other day, suh-someone asked me who the most beau-beautiful person in the wuh-world was. You know what I-I said?"

Stan felt his cheeks heat up as he replied, "What did you say?"

"I said," Bill paused, his eyes adverting to outside of his window. There Richie was sat in a tree, binoculars pressed to his big glasses. "Richie?" Bill asked.

Stan's eyes bulged. "You said Richie?!"

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hello this is comedy gold