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i decided to just use normal font cuz i type fast and if i mess up the thing i use for fonts doesn't correct me when i mess up lol
                          
no ones pov
                          
richie was the last one of the losers to get to the quarry
                          
"hey richie!" eddie yelled, when he saw him finally arriving
                          
"hey guys!" richie said back, sitting next to eddie 
                          
stan looked over at how happy richie looked and started feeling like he was going to cry again
                          
"h-hey... hey, stan? you okay?" bill says to me while the others just talk to each other
                          
"oh yeah... yeah im fine" i say in a shaky voice
                          
"you sure? you sound like you're going to cry" 
                          
i look down at my trembling hands and look back up to bill, letting a tear slip from my eye "y-yeah, im okay-" and more tears fall
                          
bills eyes widen a bit "stan? what's wrong! are you okay?!" once bill says that, the other losers look up
                          
richies pov 
                          
I get up and take stans hand "i think im gonna go home now, stan and i need to talk about something, bye guys" i say with a frown
                          
5 minutes later 
                          
"mom! im home! and stan is here too, he's gonna sleep over"
                          
i run upstairs holding stabs rist
                          
I sit next to him on my bed "stan, why are you crying? what's wrong?" i ask
                          
"im crying because im jealous! you are so proud of yourself and don't care what anybody else thinks! rich... i love bill, and i know you're struggling too, but you're able to just push it away and pretend when you're near eddie, but i can't, and it's so, so hard, rich, so freaking hard"
                          
i just stared at him, i felt so bad, he was so helpful and helped me with my sexuality, but what do i do with him?
                          
i look down at stans wrist and see three pretty band-aids
                          
"stan..." i whisper softly "what... what happened to your arm"
                          
he looks down at his wrist and fakes a small smile "i-it's nothing"
                          
"stan- did you-" i heat him start to cry 
                          
"hey, hey" i put an arm around him "its okay, stan, we'll fix this, you'll be okay. you just need to promise me that you won't do that ever again, i don't want you hurting yourself, okay?" i say softly
                          
he sniffles "yeah rich, i promise, thank you..." he leans in and gives me a hug