Secrets
"Are you planning on telling me what you've dragged me here for or just stay paranoid for the rest of the day?," Stan had his arms crossed, leaning against the bathroom sink, staring in annoyance at Eddie. Eddie had just finished checking for feet under the stalls. Twice.
"Well, you know what, you'd check too. If you even thought about someone finding out what your friend had said to you...," he demonstrated the rest of his thoughts with a horrified look.
"Well, what the hell did he say? Or she? Who are you even talking about?" Eddie rolled his eyes so hard that his pupils weren't visible for a moment, then looked at Stan with mirrored annoyance. "I guess you mean Richie."
"Of course I mean Richie!," he squeaked. "He was... different yesterday." He looked around nervously again.
"What do you mean 'different'?," Stan tried to coax his friend.
"Like," he started, "Like he always pushes me around, ya know? Gets under my skin for the hell of it. But yesterday he... barely made fun of me." Eddie looked back to his friend. Stan was still staring at him expectantly. When Eddie only stared back, one of Stan's eyebrows went up.
"So, what you're saying is, Richie wasn't an asshole, and you're... concerned?"
"What? No! That's not important."
"Then why did you-"
"Forget about it, Stanley! That just meant I was expecting teasing after his question but there wasn't any from him!"
"Question?," Stan was becoming irritated, like really irritated, which never usually happened with Eddie but he only had so much patience for run-on, plot-hole-filled stories. Eddie froze at the question and pointed at Stan.
"That, is what I wanted to tell you about."
"Then just say it already!," he shouted at the smaller boy, his hands out to his sides. Despite the expected retally of Eddie getting upset, Eddie only moved next to Stan and leaned against the sink as well.
"He wanted to play Truth or Dare."
That... was actually a surprise.
"He... what?"
"I know," Eddie whisper-screamed. "And, obviously I wasn't about to take a dare from a more-crazy-than-usual Richie, so I said truth and he..." He looked up into Stan's face. "He asked me who I would-" he made a vague hand gesture, "-out of the Losers Club."
"Losers Club?"
"Yeah, um, me, you, Ben, Mike, Bill, and Richie. And I think Beverly too, but he said that I couldn't choose Bev." Stan thought that over for a minute then thought of an obvious question.
"Who did you choose then?" Eddie's eyes went wide, and unfortunately his face turned a shade of pink as well. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, staring at the suddenly-interesting floor. "Was it Mike?"
"What? NO! Why would you even think that? I don't do farm boys." He knew immediately that he screwed up. As soon as the "b" sound came out of his mouth, he was done for.
"'Don't do farm boys,' eh?," Stan was epically failing at hiding his amusement.
"Okay, well, you know what I meant."
"Nah, I don't really think I do."
"Stan, you're being a real Richie right now." Stan's smile dropped and shattered into a million little pieces across the floor. Before he could even get the breath for a comeback, Eddie continued, "I haven't even got to the shocking part!" Stan rolled his eyes but let him finish. "So, I asked 'Truth or Dare?' back, and he just said who he'd do, like without me even asking, or even wanting to know in the first place!" Stan started fitting puzzle pieces together.
"Who'd he pick?" Eddie's eyes went wide again, but no personal blush this time.
"I... I'm not going to just tell you. He described him like he was in love with him."
"It's okay, I promise I won't tell him." Eddie thought it over, biting his lip and doing a 360 in the process.
"Alright. Alright, I'll tell you," he finally sighed. "It was Bill."
AN: Ohohoh boy. A cliffhanger. How will Stan react? Jk it's not that huge of a surprise. Anyway, love you all, chap ten is in progress, nine'll be up soon.