Laurel and Hardy fic.

Shit got intents

Author notes: haven't been active here. But anyways this is pt 10. Enjoy.

Laurel pov:

so over the past 5 years we were just close friends and nothing else to it. I slam my fist to the table.

" Fucking Damn it!" I yelled. " All these years we were close friends...Best friends. And now I ruined it with my stupid desire to make him love me." I cried softly. " what an idiot I am.." I never usually give up this easy, but in this situation I had to. No way in hell I could bring back his trust nor is friendship with me. This is all my fault. I heard Ollie coming down stairs.

" Stan what was banging noise?" He asked. I just looked at him and then looked away with saying anything to him. " Stan." He said, I didn't even bother looking at him. " Stan..." I looked around the kitchen. " Stan!" I jumped a little and then just looked at him. " When I call your name you look at me! You got that?" He said.

" You don't command me!" I yelled. Ollie eyes grew big with surprise. " Just because your mad at me for some stupid shit...doesn't mean you can control me!" I stood up and storm out of the kitchen. He followed.

" Yes I can! Because you can't even survive without me for even a minute!" He said. " And plus you stupid queer, I am still mad at you for what you did. You just insulted my emotions and your feeling " guilty" for that? Why I think you did that on purpose and now your actions like a victim here." When he said those words I finally snapped.

" I loved you! That is why I dressed up as a women so I can be with you even more!" I shouted, he went silence and didn't move. I was angry. " YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME? Well let me make this easier for you, I had a crush in you ever since we met. I felt safe and happy around you...and when I heard your wife left you, I thought man...what a bitch, leaving a good husband." I was breathing heavily. " Damn Ollie I'm god damn sorry." I walked towards the door, opened it and left.

Oliver pov:

i just stood there silenced. What just happened? I sat on the couch and looked at the wall. Stan? Liking me? How? I just sat there wondering what I'm going to do. I sighed and covered my face with my hands.

" Oh Stan, why couldn't you told me before?"

end of pt 12