butterflies // stenbrough

~ Stan ~

"No way!" Stan laughed
"Yes wuh-wuh-way!" Bill laughed with him.
"There is no way you met Roger Taylor at a gas station." Stan said.
"I did! My dad wuh-was getting gas and t-there he wuh-wuh-was!" Bill exclaimed.
"I would kill to meet any member of Queen." Stan said jealously, but there was no real envy or ill intent in his voice.
"Who's your f-f-f-favourite member?" Bill asked.
"Freddie," Stan said immediately "Obviously."
"Same" Bill smiled. Stan liked his smile. Bill was sort of shy with it, mostly giving half smiles and not showing any teeth. But occasionally he'd smile all the way and Stan loved the way it looked. Stan was always insecure of his smile, he'd had braces for years and they always felt weird to him. But Bill had braces too, and Stan loved them on him. Confidence is what really sold Bill's smile, something Stan could never quite get.
"Campers!" A voice at the front of the bus yelled "We're here!"
Cheers and yells erupted throughout the bus. Counsellors chuckled as the children ran out the doors, they were so young and exited.
"Okay, listen up!" A blonde man with muscles and a light tan stood up at the front of the bus "I'm Kyle, your head counsellor. It's very important that you guys listen to me because I'm kinda like your boss. But that doesn't mean we can't be friends or... more" Stan rolled his eyes as Kyle winked to one of the female counsellors at the front.
"Okay here are your cabin assignments, there will be two counsellors to a cabin and each cabin has eight campers in it." Kyle explained "There are nine cabins overall. Okay in cabin number one we've got Greta Keena and Beverly Marsh. In the next cabin, cabin number two, we have Mike Hanlon and Tommy Fraser. Third cabin, Crissy Campbell and Brittany Barker. Fourth Cabin, Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak. Fifth, Emma Waters and Quinn Parr. Sixth, Ben Hanscom and Henry Bowers. Seventh, Sheila Andrews and Carrie Sanchez. Eight, William Denbrough and Stanley Uris. Finally, Keira Lee and Amy Rooker in nine."
Stanley smiled to himself. He could not be happier to be with Bill. They'd only known each for three hours, but he already felt an unexplainable bond with him. The way Bill smiled at him made him feel like the feeling was mutual. Stan noticed Richie and Eddie were looking at each other in the same way but that was explainable, they had been friends for years, of course they'd want to be in the same cabin. Stan just felt bad for poor Ben, stuck with that asshole for weeks.
"P-P-Pretty cool wuh-we're in the same cabin right?" Bill smiled at Stan.
"Yeah" Stan smiled back. His eyes met Bill's. He couldn't get over the colour of his eyes. Most people would think their basic, regular brown eyes. But there was something beautiful about them to Stan. They were the same as a million other people's eyes but he found them uniquely beautiful. It was less about the colour and more about the way Bill looked at him, as if they had been best friends for years.
"Uh we should probably get to the cabin" Stan started to feel uncomfortable with the way they were looking at each other, gazing into each other's eyes isn't exactly what comes up when you google 'regular things to do with your friends'. He liked Bill, but he was still aware of what the world was like. Or more specifically, what Derry was like. Friends was all he would let the relationship be.
"Yeah, that muh-muh-makes sense." Bill said.
Stan grabbed his bag and started out the bus, Bill close behind.
"Okay so our cabin should be right about," Stan checked the map "Here." The cabin was right in front of him. He could tell by the wooden sign, two feet front his face, with 'cabin eight' carved into it. It was a typical camp cabin. Quite small and fully made of wood. The door was the biggest part, it took up about a quarter of the front of the cabin. It didn't have a handle. How the fuck am I supposed to open this? Stan thought to himself before realizing the obvious and pushing it open. There were five wooden bunk beds inside, four of which were currently occupied by tween boys yelling about god knows what.
"Guys! Guys! Settle down, settle down" Stan hated having to raise his voice, but it was needed to get these boys to settle down "Welcome to Camp Eagle Eye, I'm one of your counsellors Stan and this is Bill. I want everyone to have fun but we need to be very safe so make sure you adhere to the safety rules. The rules were in the forms your parents had to sign but I do have them committed to memory, if any of you forgot."
"BOOOOO!!" The campers shouted.
"I know safety m-m-measures are boring, but they are v-v-v-very important." Bill told them.
"Why are you talking like that?" A young boy with ginger hair asked.
"Hey!" Stan chided him.
"It's f-f-fine" Bill was used to answering that question "I have a stutter."
"Okay." The boy giggled a little. Stan felt terrible for Bill. He probably had to go through this a lot and Stan couldn't even imagine.
"What's that on your head?" Another boy asked.
    Well Stan could kind of imagine.
"It's a yarmulke." Stan explained "It's a religious thing."
    "Can I wear it?" The kid asked.
"No."
"Okay! L-L-Let's do a game! Say your name, age and your f-f-f-favourite movie!" Bill tried to change the mood "I'll s-start. I'm Bill, I'm 17 and my f-f-favourite movie is Beetlejuice!"
"Great! I'm Stan, I'm 17 and my favourite movie is Dead Poets Society." They continued through the circle. Stan had no idea how to remember their names, especially since there were three fucking kids named Ryan.
"Okay great!" Stan said after everyone had gone "Now to celebrate our first day of camp, we're going to have a camp wide game of capture the flag! Cabins 1-4 versus cabins 5-9. And to make it fair, all of the counsellors are playing with teams 1-4. So as glad as I am to have met you guys, I now unfortunately have to beat all of you in capture the flag, mercilessly."
The kids laughed, but Stan was not joking.
He was very ready for this game.

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Kind of a filler chapter but that's okay !!