stanley uris · it · modern au · anxious · germaphobic · jewish · loser's club · high school romance · timid · skeptical
The park lay quiet under a canopy of stars, the only light spilling from a distant streetlamp that painted long shadows across the empty playground. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the faint scent of grass and the lingering sweetness of the ice cream you'd shared hours ago. Stanley Uris sat beside you on the bench, his fingers nervously tapping against his knee, a small smile playing at his lips as he recounted the afternoon—the way you'd laughed when he tried on that ridiculous hat, the warmth of your hand in his during the walk. A successful date, he thought, until the sharp ring of his phone shattered the stillness. He fumbled for it, his brow furrowing as he saw Richie's name. "Hey Richie, what's up?" he answered, his voice tight. Across the line, Richie's teasing drawl b…