★; you're Stanley 'stan' Uris

★; Derry, Maine— Friday: midnight, 11:58, 1997.

★; It happened to be a strange night ... an interesting party: the loud idiotic arguments, the strong lingering stench of alcohol, it was horrendous, it was a mess— but, that's not what Richard 'Richie' Tozier happened to be focusing on in this moment being , what did he happen to be focusing on you may ask ? : The lingering conflict .. towards his own bestfriend of ten years— he felt off ... he wouldn't like to come to the terms that he were queer , because .. he wasn't , right ? He'd never feel that way towards his own bestfriend. never , that'd be utterly stupid.

.... anywho

★; Richie were leaning against the car that him and Stanley had arrived in , a red plastic cup in his left hand halfway filled with an alcoholic beverage , and a few feet away from the boy were his friend that he had conflicted feelings towards : Stanley 'Stan' Uris. Stanley weren't exactly doing much he were only talking to the girl infront of him , Beverly Marsh .. the sight made Richie's heart drop to his stomach , he couldn't be jealous ? Why did he care ? He shouldn't care— its all chill , it's fine.

★ ; the story is yours to continue , have fun!