stozier christmas anyone? (all i make is angst im sorry)
also sorry for any mistakes
snow beat down softly against richie’s window. he had hung up christmas lights around his room, since his parents weren’t exactly festive.
his mom? drunk like usual. he didn’t know where his dad was, but if santa was real he’d wish for his moms whiskey bottle to turn into a gingerbread cookie and for his dad to be home. just so for one night, he could feel normal. christmas was never his day. it was supposed to be the best day of the year. but somehow, for the black haired boy it was the mere opposite.
while looking at his glowing reflection from the window he remembered he could call stan. christmas wasn’t a jewish thing, from what richie could remember.
he reached for the phone that sat upon his bedside table, and dialed in his numbers. clicking sounds bouncing off the thin walls as he did so.
“im not by the phone right now, leave your name and if you’re not richie ill get back to you.”
richie smiled and shook his head as he put the phone down. he forgot all about that dumb thing stan recorded. he got up to put an elvis record on the record player his history teacher gave him. he softly layed back down and shut his eyes, humming to ‘are you lonesome tonight?’
that is until a loud tap startled him from his window. richie looked out and saw stan, making another snowball to throw at his window.
with a huge grin he shoved on his boots, and neglected his coat or scarf and rushed down the stairs and bolted out the door.
“stan my man!” he grinned hugging him. “what brings you here? aren’t you freezing! you’re wearing friggin shorts man!” richie finished, his breath crisp and fog forming from his words.
he took in stans appearance, he was glowing and he looked beautiful as ever. his lips were warm, and his hair seemed to be bright in the cold winter night.
“what brings me here is, im a lonely jew boy on christmas, and you’re just flat out lonely.”
they both laughed, and richie, despite freezing felt his chest bloom with warmness.
“do you wanna come inside? we can watch shitty christmas movies and i can make-”
“i can’t” stan said, a sad look sat upon his face.
“why not? cmon you’re gonna be so lame, right now out of all times? is it because im too sexy and you don’t think you’d be able to sit through elf with a major boner?!” richie was laughing and stan smiled.
“beep beep, richie.” he sighed.
silence filled the air, and richie didn’t know what to do. until he did.
“cmon, this is gonna freeze the both of us. but it’ll look pretty.”
richie took stans hand and made them fall backwards into the snow.
stan let out the cutest giggle richie’s ever heard, and that same warm feeling spread about him.
so, on the night of christmas two boys spent an hour giggling and talking about nothing and everything. finally, when richie was just about dying from hypothermia, he invited stan in again.
they were standing up, richie above stan from standing on the step to his door. he would usually curse their height differences, stan was like 4 inches taller than him.
stan gave him that same sad look, and placed his hand on his cheek. his hand was so warm compared to richie’s cool cheek.
“there’s so much i wish we could have done, richie.”
richie was confused. stan leaned in, and pressed their lips together. richie revealed in the kiss, he had never felt this at home in his whole 16 years of life. warmth spread about his whole entire body. all he could feel was stan, stan and that cozy warm feeling protecting them from the cold night.
“be good richie. ill always be here.”
a warm hand pressed to his heart, and any ounce of cold air left his body and was replaced with warmth.
richie woke with a start, his heart pounding and sweating like crazy.
he looked at his bedside clock, it was the 26th. what a christmas huh? he laughed grimly to himself.
he sat there humming the elvis song he played last night until his phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts, he scrabbled for his glasses and picked up the phone.
bills voice piped up, and announced stans death. a car accident, coming home from the shop. the road was slippery and he lost control and died as soon as his car impacted a tree. he was pronounced dead at 11:59 pm.
richies heart dropped to his stomach.
“r-richie, i know that this is h-horrible but we need to t-t-talk. all of us losers are go-”
richie hung up, the phone dropping to the ground.
he didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. he went over to his record player and played that same song.
“are you lonesome tonight?
are you sorry we drifted apart?
does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day,
when i kissed you and called you sweetheart?”
richie sat down on his bed, now that it had set in, and started to cry. it wasn’t violent, it wasn’t loud and frantic. soft hiccups escaped from his throat, and tears streamed down his cheeks freeing the grief erupting in his chest.
his hands shook and he placed one on the cold glass window of his bedroom and looked out.
there in the snow, clear as day
