It feels like it means something.
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Five minutes later, the wind starts to pick up. No text or calls from Bill. I continue to sit and wait, worrying whether he meant it or not.
He probably didn't.
—phone call
Richie
R: Fuck do it again.
S: Richie?
R: Where'd you go?
S: To the park...why?
R: You...didn't give us any context on where you were going. Got worried
He chuckles
S: Is Eddie-
R: Bye Stan!
I chuckle hanging the phone up quickly.
—20 minutes pass by.
It starts to drizzle. He's most likely not coming. The rain starts more and more every second, might as well leave now.
"Fuck you," I mutter walking towards his house. He'll most likely feel bad knowing he left me out in the rain.
—At Bill's house
"See ya later." He chuckles letting go of a random boy's hand. His smile drops as he sees me. My arms around myself tightly as my hair sticks to my head.
"Stan? What the fuck? You're gonna get sick again." He pulls me into the house quickly, taking my phone and stuff and sitting it on the couch.
"Why were you in the rain?? For the third time." I stare at him silently. "Are you gonna tell me?" I shake my head gently.
"Well then." He pulls my hoodie and shirt off. "Damn," he smirks. "Go look in my closet for stuff." He shrugs plopping onto the couch.
A minute or so later I come back only wearing a t-shirt and some of his shorts.
"You look great in my clothes y' know." He smirks latching onto my chin and pulling our faces close. I pull away, walking into the kitchen.
"Don't be that way." He stands behind me as I'm bent in front of the fridge. "Stop being a perv," I mutter grabbing a water. He rolls his eyes before following me.
His cold hands slide up my shirt, landing on my ribs. I gasp.
"Why are you being that way?" I shrug. "You do know. Now tell me." He whispers. "You're just overthinking. I'm fine." His hands fall from my sides, grabbing my hands.
"I'm not overthinking. You're just being a bitch." "Mhmm." I sit on the couch grabbing my phone.
"Stop being one and tell me what's wrong." "No. You can figure it out yourself." He pulls me by my wrist up, our faces inches away.
"You're gonna stop acting that way." "Let go of me." "No." He stares into my eyes, his green ones giving me butterflies.
He sits in silence for a second or two before his hands cup my cheeks.
"What are you doing?" "Fuck. You're so pretty." Our lips connect quickly, pure bliss fills my veins. It takes my breath away.
This kiss feels different. It feels like it means something.
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A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough
FanfictionA Player has Choices. What if I'm his number one out of the others?
