[Homophobic slurs]
Bill ran after Stanley, finally catching up to him by the quarry. It takes a second to catch his breath, making his stutter worse.
"S-stan, ple-ease ta-talk t-to m-me." Bill grabs Stan's arm, stopping him.
Stanley yanks his arm away, "No! Its your fucking fault we're here in the first place. You- you faggot!" He pushes Bill to the ground. Stanley runs away back to the cabins, but Bill just lays there on the ground, sobbing.
After an hour of laying there, nobody even looking for him, he gets up. He slowly drags himself to the cabins.
Before he opens the door he gets nervous, butterflies building in his stomach. He didn't want to face Stanley. After all, he was right. It was Bill's fault they were here.
He shakes his head, slowly turning the nob, pushing the door open. Stan wasn't even in there, probably telling everyone how much of a fuck-up I am, Bill thought.
Bill climbs under the covers of his bed, trying not to cry again. Stanley hurt Bill really bad. But I deserve it, Bill thought. Bill just liked Stanley so much. Bill would do anything for Stanley, but apparently Stanley didn't feel the same way.
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gay camp 🍁 It/ST
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