You were Stan’s friend. Like, his best friend. Wherever you went, he went. Wherever he went, you went. Hell, he even let you call him Stannie. But a few weeks ago, you two got in a stupid argument and now you won’t talk to each other. He knew he was one of your only friends so he was a bit worried, but he told himself you’d be fine. Stan was walking around outside with some other friends, Bill, Eddie, and Richie.

Richie: “Why are extroverts and introverts so different?”

Eddie: “Are you idiotic?-“

Bill: “No I a-actually kinda of agree w-with Richie on t-t-this one. Because i-if a extrovert gets p-p-pissed, most people don’t bat a eye, maybe try to c-calm them down. But if a i-introvert gets pissed t-then all hell breaks l-loose and you k-know you fucked up.”

While Bill, Richie and Eddie were talking about extroverts and introverts for some weird reason, Stan silently listened to their conversation. But after a few moments, he stopped walking, which caused the other boys to stop walking.

Bill: “W-W-What’s wrong?”

Bill, Richie and Eddie followed Stan’s gaze and their jaws dropped. They saw you, beating the living fucking christ out of some kid. Richie chuckled when he heard you yell, “You say one more thing about Stan I’m gonna rip your head off your damn neck”. Richie was amused, Bill was shocked, and Eddie was concerned. Stan, however, was fighting down a blush.

Eddie: “This is the girl you always talk about?”

Stan had told Bill, Richie and Eddie about you, but the three had never actually met you until now. Stan nodded.

Richie: “You never told us she was this aggressive!”

Stan: “Well, she’s usually not aggressive..”