AN: Title is based of a shirt I own that says "I'm Not Lazy, I Just Really Enjoy Doing Nothing." I had come up with the change awhile ago.
Does anyone notice a pattern with the chapter titles?
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"Sixer! Why don't you eat something?"
"I'm not hungry," Ford said, turning a page in his book.
"I can hear your stomach from the hallway," Stan raised an eyebrow and looked up at Ford. The older twin paused, lowering his book and looking back at Stan.
"You can?" He asked. Stan nodded slowly, and just then Ford's stomach rumbled loudly. Ford blinked owlishly, setting a hand on his stomach and looking confused.
"Huh. I don't feel hungry," he mumbled.
"Uh-huh, sure," Stan rolled his eyes and swung around on the support for the bunk bed. "It's because you're distracted with those dumb nerd books."
"They are not dumb!" Ford defended. He closed the book, holding it to his chest. "They're interesting! And fun!"
"What's that one about?"
"Erm... evolution..."
"Neeeeeerrrrrrrrd!" Stan yelled. "Really, Pointdexter? You're reading that? It's spring break!"
"Doesn't mean I can't expand by mind," Ford responded matter-of-factly. Stan snorted.
"Whatever. Just go and eat," he said. "I can practically hear you about to pass out."
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"Hey Ford, weren't you supposed to take a shower?"
"Er- maybe," Ford tugged the blanket higher over his head, hiding his face. Stan frowned slightly and tilted his head.
"So... are you going to?" He asked.
"...eventually," Ford mumbled. "I don't want to... get up..."
"Really?" Stan laughed. "You've reached a new level of lazy, Pointdexter."
"I'm not lazy!" Ford protested, sitting up and throwing the blanket off him. "The water just... feels... weird..."
"The water feels weird?" Stan questioned slowly. "Y'know, Ford, if you don't wanna shower, you can just say so. I'm not judging."
"It's not that!" Ford groaned. "I don't know how to explain it. The water just feels bad. Like, it feels..."
"Feels...?" Stan prompted, folding his arms.
"...you're gonna think it's dumb," Ford mumbled.
"I think a lot of things you say are dumb," Stan said. "Shoot."
Shoot, like a gun? No, no, like "go for it."
"It... feels..." Ford slowly pulled his blanket back over his head, "like I'm getting stabbed a lot..."
"What was that?"
"...Like I'm getting stabbed a lot..."
"...you're right, that is weird," Stan agreed. "Well I dunno, but you still need to shower, Ford. You stink."
"Ok," Ford groaned. "Fine."
Stan nodded and sat at the desk they shared, grabbing some crayons and beginning to scribble on a sheet of paper. Ford sat for a moment longer as he watched him before finally going down the ladder and making his way to the bathroom.
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Autistic People Can Be Smart Too
Fanfiction'Those people' are just dumb, they don't try hard enough. They were freaks. That's what his dad had always said. Then again... There were a lot of untrue things his dad said, wasn't there? TW for a little ableism ☆A Relativity Falls Story☆
