Eleven

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He sighs one last time before falling asleep.

"Leave them alone Rich. Let them sleep." My eyes flutter open scarcely, the brightness of the daylight making me groan. A grip tightens on me, no one's beside me, right? Wait where am I?

"Go back to bed Bill. Richie's being mean." "No, I'm awake now." My voice is deep and husky. Opening my eyes completely, my sense of touch comes back.

"No more pictures. Go away." I shoo them away, Eddie pulls the boy with him. My sense of touch goes crazy. Blinking a couple of times I look down, a smaller boy's limbs wrapped around my torso. I smile, quickly it fades.

"You better not wake him up." Beverly sits wrapped up in a blanket, drinking something hot. The steam from her drink gives it away. "What do I do?!" I whisper yell.

"Let him sleep, he hasn't been sleeping very well recently." Richie sits down with a drink, the steam fogging his glasses up. Making Eddie giggle.

"Hmmm. Shut up, Richie." Stanley mumbles before falling quickly asleep again. His grasp slightly getting tighter.

"Get off of m-me" I shake him off and stand up. My head starts to pound. "Why are you wearing my shirt?" He rubs his eyes with his fist. "What d-do you m- the fuck? Why do I have y-y-your shirt on?...wait you h-ha-have mine on too."

Everyone snickers at our reactions. Stanley stands up quickly, he stares at the floor to regain his vision. "Here give me my shirt back." He quickly pulls the shirt above his head.

He's pretty fit, places on his stomach defined by muscles? Abs?

"Bill you're drooling." Mike chuckles. "Am n-n-not." "Sure. Give him his shirt back." Stanley stands there holding the shirt back, pushing his curls back.

Fuck.

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