the next day, it's two in the afternoon and stanley is still laying in bed.
his phone has been buzzing all day with notifications, but he can't harness enough energy to reach over and grab it, so it rings without being answered.
his head hurts. and it's not even from the alcohol. it's only because of how terrible his previous night was, how shitty he felt, the throwing up and crying. plus, he could barely sleep. so, of course, that just added to the issue.
richie, eddie, and el had almost refused to leave him last night. after dropping him off back at home, he had to spend a good twenty minutes convincing them he'd be fine and they should go. when they did, he flopped into bed and hasn't gotten up since.
the clock says 2:56pm when he hears a knock on his door. he groans, because he was really hoping el and richie and eddie would let him be for the day. he appreciates their worry, but he can't help but feel a little suffocated by it all.
he pushes himself out of bed and stumbles towards the door, preparing to tell his friends that, it's okay, he's fine, he just needs space.
but it's not richie, or eddie, or el.
