A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

020 / Giggles and Pajamas

"Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?" "Because?" "Why not?"

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He grips the wheel tightly. His other hand holding mine. "I didn't know you have a car..." I mumble.

"Yeah. I never use it. It was easier to drive than walk." He shrugs staring at the road.

"I should've listened to-" "Yeah. You should've. It's fine." He shrugs once again before turning the car off.

"Come on." He stands in front of my door, helping me out slowly.

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"Go take a shower. You'll feel better." I nod making my way into the bathroom. He has a nice house. Bare walls. Two bedrooms. He must live with Richie.

I stare at myself in my reflection. Scratches on my cheeks from the wood.

"Hey. You okay?" "Hmm? Yeah, why?" "You've been staring at yourself for a couple of minutes." He examines my cheek gently.

I wince in pain. "Sorry...you don't have any splinters, only scratches." He mumbles taking a step back.

I nod as he closes the door gently.

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I stare at my hips. A light green shade covering most of it.

Finally, I wrap a towel around my waist, opening the bathroom door. I walk into a room. Richie does his homework.

"Oh... wrong room." I giggle gently.

"What do you need? I have some clothes if you need them...Also, Eddie brought you some clothes for tomorrow. We didn't think about clothes to sleep in."

He chuckles gently grabbing some pajama pants and a t-shirt for me.

"Thanks," I whisper going back into the bathroom.

*ding*

Bill

B: you okay?

S: yeah. I'm getting dressed. Richies lending me some pajamas

B: okay

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"Here." Richie hands me a bottle of water hugging me gently. "I'm sorry." "It's okay Richie."

"You look cute in those pajamas love." He smirks before walking away.

"Jerk," I mumble leaving his room. Well trying to.

Bill stands at the door. "How long has he been flirting with you?" "Huh?" I furrow my brows. "Better question. How long have you two been dating?"

He raises both brows. For some reason, he hasn't been in a good mood.

"We're not dating. What do you mean?" "I don't know. You kissed him yesterday." He shrugs walking away.

"Shit I mumble leave Richie's room.

"You're gonna crush me." Eddie giggles. "But I wanna cuddle." He groans flattening himself out dramatically.

"Maybe if to sit up the right way." He rolls his eyes as Richie sits up beside him. "Much better." He chuckles.

—a little bit later

"Richie wake up. Let's go lay down." Eddie taps Richies face gently. "I don't wanna." He groans standing up anyways.

"Question..." Bill looks at me as I break the silence.

"How did you know I was there?" "At school?" His eyes stay on the tv.

"Yeah..." "I heard yelling and then saw you and Mac." "Yeah...but what were you doing there?"

He hesitates before speaking. "Reasons." "Oh..." I'm too tired to argue or ask any more questions.

He stands up slowly, pushing his hair back gently before walking off. I begin to hear giggles from his room.

"Stop you weirdo." Eddie chuckles, Bill hugs him from behind. "Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?" "Because?"

"Why not?" Eddie hesitates before turning around. They stand face to face. "Alright." He giggles laying down.

"Eds?" I look into Richie's room. He pats the bed, looking for the smaller one. "Where'd you go?" He continues to pat the bed, his voice hoarse from yelling at the quarry.

Slowly I walk into his room, grabbing his hand. "Stan?" He must recognize how much bigger my hand is compared to Eddies. It's not a bunch but there is a difference.

"He's laying in-" "Bill's room?" He stares blankly at me. His glasses sitting on the bedside table. The moonlight reflecting off my face.

"Yeah..." slowly I climb into bed beside him. He pulls me closer by instinct.