A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

048 / Don't Cry

"I'm sorry...you know how he is." "Yeah."

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"Tell me!" He grips my arm a bit tighter, making me flinch. "W-Wait...I'm s-sorry...don't cry." A small tear rolls down my cheek.

"Please just leave me alone." He sighs before letting go. "You better f-fucking tell me where you're going." "I don't have to tell you shit."

Richie pulls me away, pushing me into a car I'm guessing he just payed to pick us up.

Bill knocks on the window. On Richies side. Richie stares at his feet, trying not get yelled at by either of us.

Finally he rolls down the window. "Get out." "No." I cross my arms. He walks to my side, pulling me out of the car.

"Tell me what I did wrong. I wanna know." His eyes wide as he shakes me gently. "Leave me alone asshole." "Fine then." He lets go, walking back to the house.

"Come on Stan." Richie gently pulls me back into the car. "I found us somewhere to go." I nod leaning into his side.

"I'm sorry...I wish he wasn't like that." We both sniffle, both of us already upset and tired.

I fall asleep.

—Sunday 9:12 am

"Richie?" Richie stands in his underwear brushing his teeth. "Where are we?" "Payed for a hotel last night." I nod latching my arms around his bare torso.

"Are you okay?" I shrug, letting my head rest on his chest, his heart beat strong and loud.

"What's wrong?" I shrug again. "I honestly didn't think I would've gotten this far." "What do you mean?" "I expected to be flirted with. And then left alone. Not fall in love and it to be difficult."

"You like Bill?" I nod, sniffling slightly.

"I'm sorry...you know how he is." "Yeah." He kisses my temple gently, we stand there silently until someone knocks on the door.

"Probably room service." He enters the bathroom, the water starts.

"Stan? Please open the door. I wanna talk." His voice flat like always. "I'm sorry...for whatever I did last night. I was drunk, okay? I probably didn't mean any of it."

My fingers slide over the fingernail marks on my wrist where he accidentally gripped my wrist too tightly.

"I know you're in there...Richie's pretty loud." We both chuckle as I open the door slightly.

We stare at each other until he grabs my hand, intertwining them together. I stare at it. "I'm sorry bunny." He mumbles pulling my close. "Mhmm." "Don't mhmm me...that's my thing." He chuckles flatly.

"You aren't sorry." I mutter. "I really am..." "You don't seem like it." "How do I show it?" "I don't know, figure it out."

Letting go of him I grab the food.

"Richie probably wouldn't be happy you're here." "Yeah I'm not." He mutters brushing his hair gently.