AN: So I don't know who knows this if you're reading, but someone at my school committed suicide yesterday. I didn't really know him well, but... I mean, wow... We just found out today, and of course my brain created... this. Trigger warning for suicide. I'm very sorry if anyone reading this had to deal with something similar.
AU where Bella, Stan, Ford, and Fidds all go to the same school. Ninth grade.
"You may or may not know this already, but yesterday, one of our students here committed suicide."
Gasps echoed around the room, and multiple students covered their mouths in shock.
Bella was one of them.
Woah, she thought. That's... woah. Who...?
The teachers remained silent for a moment before continuing.
"The student's name was Stanford Pines," the teacher announced. Louder gasps were heard from both Bella and Fiddleford, as well as a couple other students. Bella and Fiddleford looked over at Stan, who was staring at the floor in front of his chair. His eyes glossed over and he rubbed at them.
Bella let out a sob, covering her mouth again as tears leaked out from her eyes. Fiddleford didn't look any better.
"There are counselors and teachers in the media center if you need anyone to talk to," the teacher continued. Her voice sounded hoarse and broken. "Don't hesitate to ask to go down."
The room became silent. A second teacher rubbed the first teacher's back as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. The second teacher went around asking if anyone needed to leave.
"Stan, Ah..." Fiddleford trailed off, shaking his head and reaching out to take Stan's hand comfortingly. "Ah'm so sorry..."
"...thanks, Fiddlesticks."
Bella took off her glasses and rubbed at her tears using her shirt, standing up and gathering her things.
"Do you need to go down to the media center?" One of the teachers asked her.
"Mm-hm," Bella nodded, still rubbing at her face.
"Ah'll go with her," Fiddleford said, standing up as well. "Stan, ye wanna...?"
"Yeah. Ok," Stan murmured. He joined his friends (now they knew why he had left his supplies in his locker) and a couple other students as they went down to the library. Fiddleford had one arm around Bella, struggling to hold his stuff in one arm.
"...that's why ya've been so quiet, isn't it?" Fiddleford asked Stan softly. When he didn't answer, he looked over to see tears running down Stan's face. "Ye knew."
Stan nodded, and Bella began sobbing harder. They reached the library and went inside, where a few teachers and students already were. The three friends sat in the corner in a group of comfy chairs, and Bella and Fiddleford set their stuff on the ground. A teacher came over to them.
"Do you three need to talk?" She asked. "I know you were very close to Stanford."
Bella sobbed harder and buried her face in her arms. Fiddleford squeezed in to sit next to her and wrapped her in a hug.
"Ah think we jus' need ta sit fer awhile," he answered.
"Yeah," Stan agreed.
"Alright," the teacher nodded and rubbed Stan's shoulder. "I'm very sorry, Stanley. Your brother was an amazing person."
"Thanks," Stan mumbled. The teacher left the three of them in the corner, and the three sat silently. Both Bella and Fiddleford had their glasses set on the side table nearby. After a moment or two, Bella moved to sit with Stan and hug him.
