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Stan wanted to slam his head against his desk. The teacher had put on a video just a little too loud and the girl next to him wouldn't stop popping her bubble gum and for fucks sake Richie stop clicking your pen. He stood up without thinking, immediately regretting it.
Everyone is looking at you.
“U-uhm I need to go to the bathroom” He grabbed his bag and rushed out of the classroom, ignoring the look Richie gave him as he passed him.
Stan went to the bathroom, like he said he would, because he wouldn't get caught dead skipping class. He hid in a stall hoping no one would come in while he tried to calm down. He put his head on his knees and his hands over his ears.
Why was he like this?
What the hell was wrong with him.
Caught up in his thoughts, he didn't register the bathroom door opening.
“You ok Stan the man? Run out of toilet paper?” Stan jumped at the sound, He could feel tears running down his cheeks. shit .
“Fuck off Richie” he croaked.
“,,ok. Can I come in?” Richie asked, his voice much quieter.
“W-what? Rich-”
”Come on, you know no one comes into this bathroom, it's right next to the principal's office.” Stan sighed, slowly unlocking the stall with shaky hands.
“Any jokes and I'm putting your head in the toilet” Richie smiled and opened the stall just enough so he could squeeze in, then closed it and locked it again. He took a minute to take in Stan's appearance. He looked,,, a mess.
“Shit” Richie sighed as he looked at him. Stan glared back.
“If you're just gonna judge me you can leave” Stan said, getting up from his seat on the toilet.
“No no Stan-” Richie put his hands up in surrender and paused. “Here,,” he continued before turning to exit the stall. Stan stood there confused believing that Richie just left him to deal with it himself. He sat back down in defeat.
Even your friend can't deal with your bullshit.
However Richie returned a minute later with something in his hands. Stan looked up at him defensively.
“Trust me Stan, It's ok.” Richie said quietly as he gave Stan his headphones that go with his Walkman. Stan gently put them over his ears. He could hear a song playing, albeit quietly.
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly… ”
Stan looked up at Richie and smiled slightly. Richie beamed, and turned to leave again. Stan grabbed his shirt.
“stay.”