Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

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IIf (Y/n) wanted to put everything together on how her life went downhill so fast; she needed to start where it begins, the last day of school...

Period eleven biology, most people called it the worst class because of the teacher, but (Y/n) liked it somehow. The 70's that she got on tests and quizzes weren't a good sign of loving a class, but she was fond of the teacher. The clock to the end was ticking slowly, showing around five minutes until the shackles of sleep deprivation and work were released from the hundreds of teens occupying the building. She was conversing with Mrs. Brown about traveling to other countries and seeing the world, her interest branching from the fact that her friends were nonexistent and the bullies were frequent around her.

She hadn't realized the time until the bell rang and the sounds of teenagers are fleeing the halls in a matter of seconds. "Have a great summer," she smiled and adjusted her book bag's straps as she walked out of the doorway of the science room for the last time. Finding an open space in the sea, she slipped in front of a crowd of boys that she had seen throughout the year, but never talked to; she was sure that they referred to themselves as "The Loser's Club." (Y/n) knew that they were odd.

She couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. "At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech, and suddenly I become a man." The one with the curly hair and Kippah announced to his ignorant friends. She averted her eyes when she passed by Henry Bowers and his gang of sociopathic freaks that seemed to be eyeing both her and the group behind her as if they were a five-course meal. She wanted to throw up.

Making a quick turn to the stairs, she quickened her pace so that she would have a better chance of escaping them than the boys. She made it to the wall of trashcans outside of the front entrance of the school, coincidentally, the boys were heading there too. She listened to their conversation once again as she threw her useless things out.

"Best feeling ever," The curly haired one made subtle commentary on the trashing of schoolwork.

"Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time," The shorter one with glasses, Richie Tozier, seemed way too confident in himself and his humor threw another one-liner. (Y/n) Secretly liked his jokes, he made her Algebra period much better when they were forced to sit next to each other for the second half of the year. He made many perverted remarks when they were paired for projects and other assignments, but she tried to ignore them. After all, he probably didn't mean anything wrong because he seemed like a good kid.

Once her bag was empty, she walked past them, it was the way back to her house so it was inevitable. "Hey, (Y/n)." Her walking ceased and she spun around to match the voice with a face, Richie.

"Hey, Richie." Her awkwardness with people she didn't know was showing.

"Are you doing anything today?"

"Probably just going home and reading or something."

His normal voice changed into a crappy British accent, "Nonsense! You must accompany

us to the Barrons. Knights Bill, Eddie, and Stan will keep you safe on our-"

"I'll go if you stop doing that god awful accent."

He smirked, and now in a normal voice he said, "Done." He flung his bag onto his shoulders, "The barons aren't that bad, who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?"

As Bill was about to make a comeback to his sass, Henry Bower's arm pulled Richie's bag and he flew into Stan, leading to Patrick taking his hat and throwing it at the bus full of other students. Belch assaulted Eddie with his flatulence and Henry walked right into Bill and (Y/n), shoving the both of them into each other. "You S-Suck Bowers!" Bill tried to yell, but his stutter made it worse for him.

"Shut up, Bill!" Eddie tried to save all of their asses, but that chance was long gone by now. Henry slowly turned around to get the full dramatic effect and filling their hearts with fear. At that moment (Y/n) wished she had just ignored Richie and gone home to a quiet place without Bowers and his gang.

"You s-s-say something, B-b-b-Billy?" The smirk on his face was prominent and was ready to witness some losers be beaten to a pulp. He walked up to Bill, close enough to kiss if either one of them had stepped coward in the slightest. "You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough." It seemed as of Henry was going to do something to Bill ((Y/n) knew that the probability of that happening was extremely high), but after he looked by the policemen in front of the school, the essence of pure fear clouded his emotions. "This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends." He licked his palm and wiped it on Bill's face, then ran to his car with his gang and they drive off with loud, unpleasant music playing.

A long moment of silence was spent between the four boys and girl. "So... The Barrons today?" (Y/n) Said, quietly but loud enough for them to hear. Richie smiled and nodded. They all grabbed their bikes and started pedaling down to their homes. They all stayed on the same long road that ran through Derry, one by one each of them turned into their neighborhoods. Bill left first and then Richie, leaving (Y/n) and Stan riding together. They both turned onto the same street, "How is it that we live on the same street, yet I've only talked to you, like twice?" She laughed a bit.

"Different friend groups I guess. My parents are pretty strict about who I hang out with." Stan tried to feel the wind through his hair subtly, and he breathed in deeply. "If my dad saw us right now he'd probably think we're getting married tomorrow or something."

"So no dating I presume?" She paused for a moment, contemplating on whether or not that sounded rude.

"Until I'm a man, which luckily isn't that far away." He looked at the wind now going through (Y/n)'s hair; the (h/c) locks flying behind her. "Well here's my stop." He slowed down and waved to (Y/n), and she attempted to do so while riding. He watched as she flew down the street and pulled into the house not too far away.