Stenbrough Nights

|Shot 73| • Regret •

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THIRD POV

Stan stormed out of the house and walked down the street steamed. Bill followed close behind and grasped his arm.

"I hate you!" Stan cried.

"You have no right to be pissed! Those assholes were all over you, and something worse could've happened if it weren't for me!" Bill argued.

Was Stan this clueless?

Stan and Bill had gone to a party together and although they entered the party fine, they left furious at each other.

Bill walked away for one second and went back to Stan, only to find another boy grinding against him. Bill taut his jaw and back and crushed the solo cup in his hand, ignoring the liquid that spilt over his hand as he confronted the dancing two.

"Hey! Get lost, prick!" Bill shoved the stranger.

"Whoa!" the stranger stumbled.

"Wyatt! What the fuck!" Stan protested.

"Stan, stay there!" Bill ordered and pointed to the unfamiliar boy. "And you, get lost! Don't fucking touch him! I see you with him again and I'll park my foot up your ass!"

The boy held his hands up defensively and scoffed before turning away.

"What the hell was that, Bill!" Stan yelled furiously and stormed off.

Bill followed suit and the two proceeded to storm off outside.

"You went ballistic!" Stan retorted.

"Stan, I was just protecting you!" Bill rebutted, but it was more than that.

"Oh thanks, mom, as if I needed another one up my ass all the time. I'm not a baby! I don't need you looking out for me. I hate you" Stan remarked spitefully.

Bill's jaw became taut and his eyes softened. He nodded solemnly and Stan immediately regretted his words as soon as he spat them.

He was angry, yes, but not about Bill's protectiveness. In fact, he loved how Bill protected him. But this was different. He wanted more.

Was Bill that oblivious?

His expression softened as soon as he read the hurt in Bill's glossy eyes. Stan's eyes clouded with guilt and affection as he tried to apologize.

"Bill, I didn't mean-" he started, but he cut him off gently.

"No, no, you did" he said softly. "I know the last thing you need is another overprotective mom up your ass all the time...but I can't help it, Stan. If I lose you, I lose everything. Because I-"

Bill cut himself off and pinched the bridge of his nose gingerly.

"You...what?" Stan queried quietly.

Bill panicked.

"I love..."

Stan raised his eyebrows hopefully.