A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

04 / Oh Boy

Mike lets me down after a while. I feel new arms wrap around my torso.

"Why were you on his shoulders?" "Because he offered? Why are you so nosy?" "You're my first choice out of all of these people. I wouldn't mess that up early."

I roll my eyes.

"Stan?" Someone's light and cheery voice dampen my mood. "Hi, Beverly." I sigh. "You're name is Stan...short for Stanley." "Yup..." I sighed rolling my eyes.

"Sorry." She giggles. "This is Bill." I push my hair back gently. "You seem like an asshole." "He is," I mumble, a grip on my sides startles me. She swims away over to Ben.

"Fuck off," I whisper. "Hey, Bill." A new guy smiles. "What's your name again?" "Drew...I thought you would remember. Do you not remember-" "Nope." So-called Drew swims away.

"Stop being an asshole." "I'm not being one. Stop trying to push me away." His voice sharp in my ear.

"I literally met you a couple of hours ago. I'm ready to leave anyways." His bare stomach leans against my back.

He lets go as I go to find Eddie.

"Hey...I'm gonna leave." "Please take me with you." I pull him off of Richie's back. Richie furrows his brows, leaving the conversation he was in.

"You're leaving?" "Yes." Eddie yawns following me out. "Can I get your number?" "Nope." Richie turns him around quickly, gripping his chin. "I'm not gonna ask again." His voice becoming less cheerful.

"Whatever." I hand him his phone, the two exchange numbers before we leave. "Oh yeah...keep your windows open."

I furrow my brows at that reply. "Why?" "Can't tell you." He laughs getting back in the water.

"Scared." Eddie mumbles, dragging the towel through his hair. Once it dries it becomes curly. He's tried to grow it out a little bit but would get annoyed.

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"Eddie? Are you knocking at my door?" Eddie doesn't answer. "Eddie?" I sit up opening my door. Nobody in the hallway.

Eddie lays asleep. "I must be going crazy then," I mumble. "Never mind...Bill?" "You can't be taking that long. People will think we're breaking in babe." He chuckles walking past me.

"Where's small one's room?" "He's asleep." "Yeah, but where's his room." "Figure it out yourself." I roll my eyes, sitting back down on my bed.

"Why'd you wanna come here? There's nothing to do at...at three am." "We can figure it out." He throws his jacket to the ground.

"You're making a mess." I pick it up, hanging it gently on the back of a chair.

"Yeah...we will." He smirks.

Oh boy.