It was another day of summer, another day at the clubhouse. Today, only you, Stanley, and Richie were there since Bill, Eddie, Bev, Ben and Mike were busy with home stuff or other things. You and Stanley had a crush on each other, but were good at hiding it. Though, someone did know about it. And who was it? Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. You also liked to call Stan nicknames like ‘Stanny’ or ‘Stanley boy’ .You three were sitting around the treehouse, doing whatever. Stanley was laying in the hammock, you were sitting on the floor and Richie was sitting in a beanbag. After a while of sitting around, Richie got a idea, his signature mischievous smirk on his face. He got up from his beanbag and walked over to you, suddenly picking you up.

(You): “Richie what the hell are you doi-“

Richie suddenly threw you into the hammock, on top of Stan. Richie cackled and then left the clubhouse, leaving you two alone. You were laying on top of Stan, your head resting on his chest. Both of you weren’t looking at each other, both of you blushing.