Broken Hearts ~ Stranger Things s4 fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Memories

~Amira~

"We're not friends anymore." I found myself repeating this over and over in my head. Maybe I shouldn't have said that to him. Maybe if I hadn't confronted him, we wouldn't be fighting. Maybe we would still be fighting. I had a lot of amazing memories with Stan that I might have just ruined. People do always mistake us for siblings but we don't really mind. We might as well be. Ever since day one, we've been as close as we are now. I then thought about a random memory I have of us two. It wasn't that nice of a memory but it still brought a smile to my face whenever I thought about it.

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"Okay kids, go out and have your lunch." Our teacher said. I got up slowly, heading outside. I was very tired since I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. I looked around the yard to look for my current best-friend, Stan but there was no sign of him. I just sat down on the floor alone in our usual spot so he could find me. Unless he wasn't sitting with me today.  After what seemed like too long, I decided to get up and look for him myself. I walked around the whole outside of the school looking for him until I found myself in a secluded area in the school. 

"Stanley?" I called out. I know he hated it when I called him that but I liked annoying him. I then heard some voices from around the corner outside. "You're just a mistake. You don't even have parents. Imagine being such a bitch that not even your parents wanted you." Said a voice.  There were two kids, a bit older than me who were surrounding someone in the alley. The person being surrounded was sitting in the floor in fear. I quickly realised that was Stan himself. One of the two kids who were surrounding him, kicked Stan in the stomach. Stan fell onto his side, groaning in pain. The kid continued to kick him until I stepped in. "Hey! Back off!" I shouted at them. They both turned to me in surprise before smirking.

"If it isn't the one who's parents abuse her. They must really hate you, huh?" One of the kids, Brad I think, said. "Shut up." I told him. "I also heard you had a crush on a girl." He replied, walking towards me. "You're a weirdo, man. You're disgusting." He stated before stopping in his tracks. We were now face to face. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for him to do something. "You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" I asked. In response, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards Stan. "Hey, get off!" I shouted, trying to shove him away. 

He then let go of my hair, kicking me into the wall, forcing me to land on Stans back. I quickly got up before I could crush him and stormed towards Brad. "Touch me again, you jerk." I demanded. He poked me in the cheek, trying to tease me. I then grabbed his hand before kicking him in the stomach. He fell back in pain, groaning quietly. "Leave us alone!" I shouted at them both. I stood in between them and Stan so he wouldn't get hurt. I wouldn't let these stupid bullies hurt Stan again. 

Brad's friend who's name I forgot stormed towards me. He shoved my backwards as I stumbled back, hitting against the wall. Brad's friend then sent a knee towards my stomach as I doubled over in pain. He stood there, watching my in pain. I took in a deep breath, before standing again. I was still in a bit of pain since I'm weak but these bullies need to be taught a lesson. I grabbed Brad's friend's arm and just like I learnt myself the other day, I twisted it behind his back. He was forced to turn as I held his arm like I was about to arrest him.  I then kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to fall to the ground in a kneeling position. I shoved him to the ground roughly.

By now, Brad had recovered and had gotten up. He grabbed his friend, helping him get up. "We'll get you back you lesbian freak." He shouted at me before running off. I sighed in relief before falling to the ground beside Stan. I looked at my hands that had been shaking. I was scared that whole time but I did it. I beat the bullies. Stan had sat up now,  holding his stomach. "Are you okay?" I asked him quickly. He nodded slowly. "Thanks for protecting me." He whispered, giving me a grin. I smiled too before leaning my head against the wall. He did the same as we sat there in a quiet pain. "So you like a girl, huh?" He asked me. "Oh shut up." I replied, grinning. He looked over to me and I looked over to him. We both just stared at each other for a few seconds before we both burst out laughing. 

Even if I was in a lot of pain, I'm glad it was with Stan. This was nice. Even if we had just been beaten up. I had managed to save him. And I'm sure he'll save me too, one day because we're friends. Best friends. Hell, he could be my brother and I would be even happier about it because with him, we could always talk to each other. We shared the same problems with parents and we both talked to each other whenever there was something wrong. What else could I possibly ask for in a friend? 

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I snapped back to reality as Max ran into the room. "Hm?".  She stopped in front of me, gasping for air. "Stanley.. ran....to.." She tried to say between pants. "Calm down and tell me slowly. What happened?" I asked her. I didn't want to know about him but it seemed important. "Stanley went to the metal works to try beat the mind flayer himself!" She blurted out. "He what?" I asked her, already getting up. I ran out of the room before I could hear Max chasing after me. What the fuck was he thinking? He's going to get himself fucking killed!