Laurel and Hardy fic.

Oh snap

Oliver pov:

I was in the kitchen making soup for Stan because he has been sick for the past few days...just like my date has been cancel as well from the past few days...oh stop thinking that way Oliver I thought. No way in heaven Stan could ever...could he? But he is my best pal he could never...well he has been lonely. No, I shook my head from thinking that way and try to have a nice moment with my self. I took the soup upstairs into our room and saw Stan sleeping. I place the soup down on top of the dresser and sat softly next to Stan in bed. I looked at him and smiled, even though he was an idiot, he is till my pal. I looked at his sleeping face and out of no where I just start to rub his cheek. I don't know what made me do it but I did it anyways. so soft I thought. He feel so cold though. I got up and went to the closet of his to get out a blanket. When I opened it I saw the blanket all alone in the far corner of the closet, I pull it out and before I close the closet door I saw something shiny. I carefully went inside in the closet to see what is was, it was a necklace. Then I saw a dress laying next to it, my eyes opened with shock when I place my hand to a box I felt so etching hairy. I looked and saw a wig. No this...can't be. Stan is my lover? I felt like I was about to cry. How could I've been a fool? That fucker was my true love? I wanted to yell at him but thought of better yet keep quiet. I left the room without a word.

~next day~

Stan pov:

I woke up fresh and less sick from the days I was sick. I got up and went downstairs. I saw Ollie sitting on the couch looking at the newspaper on the coffee table.

" Good morning Ollie," I smiled. He looked at me and smiled.

" You seem happy today." He said. I nodded.

" Say when are you uh.."

" Going out? Well I thought I should leave her...herrrrr alone." He crack his knuckles.

" Well ok." I said. He stood up and went closer to me. I felt fear in me.

" You know what. I went to your closet and saw something amazing." He smiled. My heart pounce.

" R-really?"

" Yea. It really amazed me. Hmm, who knew you look nice on a very fine red dress." I tried to walk away but he push me. " Who also knew that you look very NICE on a shiny necklace that I BOUGHT for you." Another push he gave me. " And who fucking knew you look NICE on a wig." The last push made me fall. I felt tears running down my cheeks. " Explain to me Stan." He bend down to my level and grabbed my hair.

" I- I'm sorry." I cried. I felt scared for my life. He became furious.

" You know I should've leaved you alone when I first meet you in the army." A pause came. " But no, my kindness protected your sorry ass from those other soldiers getting to you. Why would you do this you me? I thought we were pals?" I only cried softly. " Don't you ever talk to me again. I will stay but don't come near me nor talk to me. You sleep downstairs I sleep upstairs. Got that!"

" Ye-yes." I answer with a whine. He let go of me and I can only do but curve into a ball and cry in my pityness.

End of pt 8