little things~jyatt

Stenbrough

The losers club sat in a not-so-perfect circle in the barrens, drawing with sticks on the soft dirt underneath them

Stan was drawing birds flying above trees but he didn't get to finish because his stick snapped because of tensely he was holding it and it cut the palm of his hand

Stan began to cry and he held his clenched fist tightly against his chest as the others just stared unsure of how to help or what to say

Then of course the one person who did speak probably shouldn't have

"Come on soldier, suck it up!" Richie said in a deep voice trying to sound like a army sergeant

"Beep beep Richie" Ben said giving him a slight glare

They all knew Stan was very sensitive and they tried not to do anything dangerous that could potentially make Stan cry

"Come on suck it! Suck the dick!" Richie began to laugh at his own joke so hard he fell backwards and hit his head on tree stump and quickly shut up

"He's not gay, Richie you dip shit" Eddie said rolling his eyes

Stan looked around at everyone. To his left sat Mike who was resting head on his arm that was on his bike

Next to Mike was Eddie who shaking his head at Richie while also taking hits of his inhaler

Next to Eddie was Richie who was still rubbing the back of his head where he hit it on the tree

Then there was Bill who was staring at Stan waiting for a sassy rebuttal he usually provides, bill was also holding hands with Bev who sat right next to him

Bev had her head on Bills stiff shoulder but she didn't mind

Next was Ben who was of course staring at Bev even though he would constantly get caught, he couldn't help but look at her

Then it was back to Stan who was still holding his own hand but at least he stopped crying

Stan finally brought his hand down to reveal a long cut on his palm that was actually much worse then the rest of the losers thought

Bill quickly let go of Bev's hand and grabbed his drink bottle instead and crawled over to a scared Stanley

"J-jesus Stanny how d-d-do you manage to do th-this stu-stuff! Ed-eddie d-do you have a-a bandage in you f-fanny pack?" Bill grabbed Stan's hand gently and poured the rest of the water from his bottle onto his hand cleaning the wound

After Eddie fished around in his fanny pack then his second fanny pack he pulled out a white bandage and tossed it to Bill

"Th-thanks e-eds" everyone watched Bill carefully wrap the bandage around Stan's delicate hand and when he was done Bill looked up at Stan who was already looking at him

Without even realising they both slowly started leaning in but quickly stopped being cut off by Mike who seen what they were going to do and had to stop them before it ruined everything

"Ok guys well I gotta go back, my grandfather said I have to back now so good luck Stan and I'll see you all tomorrow"

Then mike clapped his hands, picked up his bike and stumbled off down the dirt track

"Yeah it's getting late and my mother will have an aneurism if I'm back too late" Eddie said getting up and wiped his butt to get the dirt off

"I'll walk Eddie spaghetti home so he doesn't fall on the way" Richie said picking up his bike and walking off with Eddie

"Me too, see ya guys" Ben said smiling at Bev then running to catch up with Richie and Eddie

"Bill can you walk me home too" Bev smiled over at bill who looked at Stan who was trying to put his bike stand back up but pick up his school bag at the same time

"I'm s-sorry but I th-think I should help St-st-sta-an get home, h-he can't ride a-a bike one han-handed" Bill didn't take his eyes of the clearly uncoordinated and distressed boy

"Oh ok right, bye Bill" she kissed his cheek at the same moment Stan looked over at them and caught Bill still staring

Bev then walked away and left Bill still sitting in the dirt

"H-Here let m-m-me help you" Bill snapped out of his trance and jumped up to carry Stan's bag

"Th-thanks Bill" Stan went red when he stuttered because he knew Bill had heard and would say something

"Wh-why are y-you stu-stu-stutter-ing" Bill laughed and grabbed Stan's bike handle bars along with his own so Stan could rest his injured hand

"You sure you don't want me to take something?" Stan said looking at a tired bill

"N-no you need t-to rest st-Stan the m-man" Bill smiled at Stan as they finally got onto the road with made the bikes easier to move

"Ok big Bill" Stan and bill smiled at each other and then Stan looked at the ground and frowned

"Stan a-are you o-ok?" Bill had a very worried look on his face and wondered if it was something he said

"B-bill I h-have to tell you s-something" Bill became worried as he noticed Stan started to stutter like he did before

"Y-your doing I-i-it a-again" bill said quietly under his breath but Stan still heard

"Bill..." Stan looked at Bill with a frustrating expression

"S-sorry, g-go ahead St-stanny" Bill kept watching Stan as he stared at the ground

"I-I-I'm g-g-" Stan swallowed and took a deep breath

"I'm gay" Bill stopped the bikes and stared at Stan who quickly looked up with tears streaming down his face

"Stan I-" Stan stared to cry and covered his face with his good and bad hand

Bill dropped both bikes and Stan's bag and wrapped his arms around him

Stan took his hands away and hugged back tightly

Bill moved his head slightly so his mouth was next to Stan's ear

"Stanny i-I th-think I'm b-bi-bisexual" bill hugged Stan tighter and he felt Stan's heart begin to race which made his do the same

They both pulled away, their cheeks flushed and both had tear stains on their little red cheeks

"My house is just around the corner, I can walk the bike from here" Stan smiled at Bill who returned the smile

"O-ok Stanny, g-get some r-re-rest" bill picked up Stan's bag and helped him put it on then lifted his bike so Stan could hold the handle bars

"Thanks Bill" Stan leaned over his bike and kissed Bills cheek before quickly walking away to his house

Bill stood there frozen and completely red then he picked up his bike and smiled, he looked back to see Stan turning the corner

"I Love you Stanley" he didn't even notice he didn't stutter

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Some stenbrough because
why the hell not