"I'm not ready to go home yet," Richie confessed as the group of four regrouped with Beverly, Ben and Mike.

Eddie squeezed his hand tight.

"That's ok," Stanley smiled, "you can stay with me for a bit. I'm sure mom wouldn't mind."

"Thanks Stan the man. You really do live up to your nickname."

"What can I say?" Stanley joked as he pretend to flick his imaginary long hair over his shoulder.

Stanley's parents were fine with Richie staying and set up a stretcher in Stanley's room. The first night he stayed was filled with him thanking Stanley for letting him stay. Soon enough they were laughing and joking as usual.

Soon, Richie had been there for a week. Both of the Uris' had been very supportive and shown great hospitality towards Richie. He was grateful.

"Stan," he whispered softly one morning before school, "I want to go sort through his things."

Stanley got up and put an arm around him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Well we can skip. Go to your place."

"Ok," he replied quietly, "thanks Stan."

Stanley gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek, then left to go see if his parents were downstairs. He soon ran back up to talk to Richie.

"They're gone already," he smiled, "let's go."

They got in Richies car and drove to his house. Richie stood outside for a minute and stared at the front door.

"It's ok," Stanley put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm here."

Richie gave him a smile before unlocking the door. It creeped open and the familiar smell, that was his dad's cologne was gone. That's when it finally hit Richie. Much like the smell, his dad was gone. He wasn't just going to come walking down the stairs smiling and welcome Richie with open arms. He was dead and he wasn't coming back. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it. He began walking towards the stairs and Stanley followed close behind. They walked up the stairs to an empty hall way with many rooms coming off to the side. They walked all the way down to the very end of the hall, turned right and opened the door.

Wentworth's room was beautiful, but very much him. There was a king sized bed pushed away into the corner with an oak wood bedside table placed next to it with a pretty basic white lamp sitting on top. His drawers (which matched his bedside table) were closed. Richie walked over and picked up a picture frame off the top of the drawers. Pictured was 9 year old Richie with his mother. He was tucked under her arm while laughing. She was messing up his hair with a large smile stretched across her face. He looked at it for a long time and didn't move. He thought about what life would be like if she never got cancer. Maybe she'd still be alive...maybe Went would still be alive too.

"Rich?" Stanley said which snapped Richie out of his own thoughts.

"Yeah?" he turned.

"Come on, we gotta start sorting this stuff out," he walk forward and rubbed Richies shoulder before going towards the closet.

After a few breakdowns, they had sorted out all of Wents clothes. Richie decided he couldn't do anymore and maybe he'd come back tomorrow. Stanley didn't want to push him, so they went back to Stans. When they arrived, all the losers were outside.

"Hey," Eddie said running up to them. He hugged Stanley, then hugged Richie, "where were you today?"

"Awww did you miss me Eds?"

"Don't call me that and yes, to be honest. I did."

Richie pulled away from the embrace and cupped Eddies face. He leant down and kissed him softly. When he pulled away Eddie was beaming.

"I think you dipshits are forgetting you're outside," Beverly called out, "you might..."

She trailed off as she turned to see Bill and Stan making out.

"Jesus Christ," she face palmed.

"Do you guys want to come down to the quarry? We were gonna go for a swim and we wanted you guys to come," Mike smiled.

"Yeah, I'll come," Richie looked over at Stanley, "bird boy, stop swallowing poor Bill for two seconds and answer Mikeys question."

Stanley and Bill stepped apart and Stanley flipped Richie off. Richie put his hand on his chest and pretended to be offended.

"I honestly can't imagine you guys being able to be alone with each other for more than ten seconds," Ben said, "how many times have you fought?"

"None," Richie shrugged.

All the losers began chattering in disbelief.

"Yeah," Stanley said, cutting through the noise, "I'll go to the quarry with you guys."

Sorry this part took so long. I wasn't sure if anyone was reading this fic. Hope you enjoy some platonic Stozier! :)