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              • In which Stanley Uris is no longer happy •

Stan was working in the library to help out the librarian a little bit. He was putting up a stack of books when he heard Bill's voice. He peered out from behind the bookcase and eavesdropped Bill and Bev's conversation. "—never wanted Stan and I never will! I never considered us friends after he came out as gay to me. I don't like him." Stan's soul died at those words. He stepped out from behind the bookcase with tears in his eyes. "Bill? Behind you.." Bev pointed at Stan and Bill turned around, a look of horror transforming his face.

"Stan—" But Stan had already began to run. Tears poured down his face as he ran down the school stairwell, leaning against the wall and becoming paralyzed with sobs. He put his head in his hands and continued letting out the pain. "I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him" echoed through Stan's head. His best friend and crush had admitted to never liking him. His best friend of fucking 5 years, today was their friendversary. He planned to ask Bill if he wanted to hang out later to celebrate. Guess that wasn't happening for them.

He heard someone open the door to the stairwell and made himself shut up. He didn't wanna be known as the kid who cries in school stairwells. He stood up quickly and started to walk down the stairs in haste. "Stan?" Bill's voice echoed down the stairwell. Stan stopped. His brain told him to run, but his heart wanted him to stay. He listened to the pieces of his heart. Bill came down the stairs quickly and stood 2 feet from Stan, staring at him. The two looked at each other in silence, the air around them full of anger and sorrow. Bill noticed Stan's tear-streaked face, his bloodshot eyes, the dark circles underneath his eyes. Stan noticed that he still loved Bill.

   "Stan, hear me out, pl—" Stan balled his fists. "No." He spoke in a tearful tone. "Listen to me for once, Bill. You hurt me. Twice I gave my heart to you, trusted you to not break it, twice you broke it. You have NO FUCKING IDEA how many nights I've cried over you, losing my sleep. How many days I spent writing songs about you. How many times I wanted to change myself so you would like me. I'm so fucking done, I want to die. Learning my only best friend hates me and how he treats me behind my back. God.."

He looked at the ceiling and tried to hold tears back. "It hurts, man. We share a kiss and the next day you hate me. Why can't you see how I'm bleeding inside? That ray of sunshine you've always known has this deep and dark mist inside of him, and it never goes away! No matter how many times he's asked his parents for help, no matter how he tries and tries to hide it. Nobody cares and it knows. So it feeds on him, swallows him late at night. So no, you have no FUCKING clue how I feel. I liked you, Bill. I wanted us to be friends for life."

He had tears flowing from his eyes. "But you know what?" He mumbled. "There's one more thing you can know."

    "You're an asshole."

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