Math class~~~ Stan Uris x reader //COMPLETE//

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"I can only remember parts, but I thought I was dead," Stan said. We were in a meadow, the warm late summer breeze blowing our hair slightly. "That's what it felt like. I saw us together, back in the cistern, but we were older, our parents' ages."

"W-w-w-what were we all doing there?" Bill asked.

"I just remember how scared I was, how scared we all were, I'll probably never forget that," he replied.

"Swear. Swear that if It ever comes back, we'll come back too," Bill said, looking around at all of them, and I really realized for the first time that they looked to two people for leadership, and those people were Bill and me.

I glanced at Bill and gave a small, decisive nod, taking my knife from my pocket. They stood in a circle, leaving a spot for me, and held their palms out. I didn't break eye contact as I cut each, and nobody withdrew their hand. I came to Stan last, smoothly and cleanly opening his palm as I stared into his eyes. I kissed him lightly as I finished, giving the knife to him and holding out my own hand. He did the same to me as I had to him, and I stepped into the circle as Stan put my knife in the grass. I took Stan's bloody hand and Ben's unhurt one, and the others completed the circle, sealing our pact with our blood.

Bill let go after a second and I followed his lead, releasing Ben's hand but not my lover's. Stan spoke. "I gotta go." He made eye contact with everybody individually. "I hate you," he said solemnly, and the others nodded gravely before he cracked a grin. "I'll see you later."

"I love you guys. I have to go, too, can't let this Loser get lost again," I said with a smile. Letting go of Stan's hand, I hugged each of them individually, and Richie wiggled his eyebrows at me, making me giggle. "Idiot," I told him.

"You love me," he replied.

"Don't make Eddie jealous."

Richie grinned shamelessly, and Eddie blushed. I hugged Bev last. "You saved my life," I said into her hair.

"No biggie," she said, hugging me back. "Love you."

"Love you, too, Bev," I said, and pulled away with a dorky grin. "See you guys later. Bye, Losers."

~

Stan and I went to his house first (to pack an overnight bag). "Where do we go from here?" I asked, sitting on his windowsill.

"Be normal teenagers?" he replied.

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "That is a terrible idea. Normal teenagers get C's and STDs."

"And drunk," he added, shoving a tee shirt into his backpack. 

"Oh, that's what we're doing now? Turning into a group of Richies?"

"Eddie's mother will have an aneurysm if that happens."

"She can deal. I'm sure he'll survive getting drunk if he survived this summer."

"I can deal with that as a goal for now. Get Eddie drunk and take pictures."

I grinned. "Absolutely."

He zipped his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, and turned around. "Wanna go out the backyard?"

"Sure," I said, and hopped off the windowsill, tripped, and fell into him, knocking him over with my momentum. I blushed. "Sorry!" This is so awkward, I thought.

He grinned at me. "Don't be," he replied, and pulled me down. His kiss was much more thorough than anything I'd experienced before. I responded after a moment, and when we broke apart, we were both out of breath. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, panting, and relaxed into his arms, closing my eyes and breathing deeply through my nose, enjoying the happiness and serenity of the moment. He smelled like sage, ivy and... if joy had a scent, I suppose, blended with fresh water. I realized that this position was probably pretty uncomfortable for Stan and hurriedly got up. "We should get going; Mom's expecting us."

"You're sure they don't have a problem with me staying over, even though they know we're together?"

"Nope," I said, popping the p, "I told them what happened. Full disclosure. Dad's not too happy, but it's okay. Have you told your parents yet?"

Stan nodded. "Didn't give them the rundown of what happened, though, and I don't plan on it. It was a short conversation."

I nodded, taking his hand. "Let us be on our grand quest, then. Without demonic clowns and women this time."

~

Stan's backyard at sunset was beautiful. The sunlight bounced off all the reflective copper and went through the stained glass of the wind chimes, the little LED fairy lights crisscrossing through the trees twinkling in the more shadowy areas. The light hit my boyfriend's hair and made it shine.

My boyfriend.

Despite the demon women and clowns, this had been the summer of my life.

~

I'm so sorry that took so long. I had a ton of stuff going on (most of it emotional) and I didn't feel up to writing this story-- I'm still working out kinks in my life with things I associate with my past, and it kinda stung to write it before now. It's still bittersweet, but I can appreciate it now.

Probably just an epilogue to go now. Thank you to all who stuck with me in the wait! I'll try to get the next part out faster than this one haha. ;) <3