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Plan: a detailed proposal for doing or achieving something.
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"You were all correct," the teacher started. "There is a project. Yes, you all have to do it before any of you ask. No exceptions." She seemed to glance at Richie when she said that, making him slump back in his chair slightly.

Mrs Drew continued, "You will work in small groups. It can either be a pair, a four, or a five. No more than that, so choose your group members wisely." She flashed a perfunctory, cold smile.

Students took this as the signal to rush to who they are going to be working. Richie just stayed in seat waiting for someone to ask him.

To be honest, he was actually waiting for Eddie. Also Bill and Stan, but mostly Eddie.

Suddenly Richie heard a chair screeching and he saw Eddie moving his tatted chair next to his. A soft smile appeared on Richie's chapped lips and he moved round so he could see Eddie more easily.

"So," Stan greeted while Bill walked behind him. "We're working together."

Bill just simply rolled his eyes at his friend and sat down, leaning his head on his hands, "I'm the creative one. Should I bounce some ideas?"

Stan tutted, "What about little Richie over here? We haven't given him a chance. What if he's the most creative person in the world and we'll never find out because you thought you were?" He told Bill, quite obviously joking, a grin pulling at his lips.

"Trust me, I'm not creative at all." Richie told them.

"You could be." Stan argued back.

"I wouldn't bet on it." Richie replied.

Eddie sighed jokingly, "Once the married couple has finished fighting," he said sending a pointed glare at Bill and Stan, "we'll start thinking of ideas." He chuckled.

"What is this project about anyways?" Richie asked them, leaning back on his chair. Richie didn't mean to, but he noticed how Stan looked up at Bill like he was the universe. But Bill just kept staring at the floor, completely unaware.

He made a mental note to see if that happens again.

"Well, she basically said it was about Shakespeare," Eddie explained. "So like we do a presentation on his life or something. Maybe even do a drawing of him. I don't know, she said to make it original."

Stan let out a small laugh, quickly looking away from Bill, "Original? Me, obviously." He joked. Bill laughed slightly, and Richie saw Stan's cheeks turn bright red.

He marvelled when Stan quickly stole another look at Bill again. How did he not notice this before? It was so obvious!

Stan liked Bill!

Or at least, that's what Richie guessed. This is his second day, and he could already tell that Bill meant something to Stan. Maybe it was just a best friend love, or maybe it was more.

But what ever it was, it was beautiful, and it was new. And that's how Richie suddenly got the idea for the project.

"How about we do it about his love life?" He blurted out. They all turned to look at him, so he continued. "Like the hidden love messages in his work, I'm sure people won't do that. But I got to admit, I'm a sucker for love."

Eddie nodded, "That's a great idea Richie!" He praised, making Richie feel all warm inside.

Stan nodded also, "Yeah, it's," he paused, looking for the right word. "Sweet." He finished.

Bill just flashed Richie a smile, "Maybe Stan was right, you are creative."

He could have sworn he felt Eddie stiffen next to him, but what made him do that surely passed, because Eddie was back to normal after a few seconds.

"How about you all come to mine tomorrow night?" Richie questioned. "We can start it, and get it all done out of the way so we don't have to worry about it. How long do we have to complete it?" He asked them.

Eddie agreed with a nod, "we can invite the others too. I'm sure they wouldn't mind helping."

Bill stopped for a moment before he remembered the answer, "I think she said six weeks?" He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly, playing with the ends of his plaid t-shirt.

"Okay, thanks. That should be more than enough time." Richie said, jokingly winking and putting up finger guns towards Bill.

He could have swore he felt Eddie stiffen up again.

And Richie once again, hopelessly wished it was because of him.

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