Stutters 🧌

BUTTERS 😢

"Hey buddy, yea it's me," I whisper softly lowering myself to the ground where the kid sulked.
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(Little flashy back 🥺)
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I had started walking behind the cafeteria to the gymnasium because of my next class which was surprise, PE.

My phone was still dead and Tweek was probably half way to where my phone was at this point, dead. I had thought about skipping the rest of the day to go stop Tweek from starting another war with his anxiety but Craig stopped me. He told me he was skipping the rest of school and asked if I needed a favor or something from the store.

This really wasn't a weird occurrence he asked me frequently as repayment. I used to watch his sister Ruby quite a lot when he was busy with work or when he had to meet up for dungeons and dragons.

I never said no to Craig, Gosh I still can't. Saying no is hard. At least Craig gives good gifts. It's kinda heart warming. I've told him he doesn't have to do it but Craig is the opposite of me. He does anything possible not to be a rule follower or a people pleaser. Unless he wishes to please the person. Which never happens but at that slight chance it does the gesture is really kind.

I quickly told him what was going on with my phone and asked if he could go and check on Tweek. Craig nodded his head then asked for a phone number but of course in a time of need, I forgot the digits.

Tweek and I are practically neighbors so I quickly told Craig my house address and silently hoped Craig wouldn't become a creep now knowing where we live and all. I think I'm on his good side?

Golly if I'm not I might be screwed.

I thanked him plenty and rushed off to PE but just when I made the last turn to the gym I saw a figure slumped in the corner.
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(Ending of cute petite flashy back 🤭)
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We sat on the floor together in silence. It wasn't a good nor bad silence, just quite. So much of me was holding back from hugging Stan.

That was just who I was, affection was the way I comforted people but I wanted to give Stan room. Sometimes being alone felt the best. Not to himself but maybe for Stan.

I was totally unsure of what he was going through so I didn't want to be a trigger. I shuffled with my feet as I made quick glances every minute or so.

Each time we both looked and accidentally looked into each others eyes we would get locked in. It seemed like it took all of our body strength to break our gazes. The soft connections each time made my lungs fill with ache. Stan's dark blue eyes showed so much mourning and sadness it hurt me. The eyes looked so lonely making want to keep a hold of them forever, into the globes of blue.

I sighed and pushed my feet into the ground, watching the dust thrown from my foot and fight against the air. The brawl tickled my nose and made me sneeze, watching the particles sway and shake against the sky's angry puffs.

The dust reminded me of life, more specifically childhood. You never knew if the wind would blow you to good or bad places. The wind just took you without your agreement of "where do you want to go". Your "wind parents" forced you back and forth into situations that a little dust shouldn't hate to go though. The wind usually didn't care about what happened to the clump of dirt after it made its way out of the currents. If the dirt wasn't shaped and created a spitting image or greatness it was thrown from the sky. Afterward, though the "dirt kid" was still left battered by the storm of the winds having to live with the fact that the winds wouldn't take them home. All the bad winds had tainted the air. So dust was stuck drifting onto the ground never finding the fresh relief of happiness.

I look back up to Stan and he makes this sort of face like he's herd what I've said. Like he's read my mind. I crease my brows and Stan creases his the same cheekily. I crack a little smile and Stan sniffles.

We both understood.

"You don't have to be ready just yet"

"Could you be with me when I am"

"Surely"

~𝐒𝐮𝐑𝐞𝐋𝐲~

~what a dork~