Knowledgeable Kleptomaniacs

8. Stanley Uris n' his Awkward Ambitions

// TW; PHYSICAL ABUSE //

Author's note; Listen to the music to give a more deep perspective on the character and who they are!
P.S - Both characters are not friends with the entire 'Losers Club' because, as an AU would go. There is no such thing in this one. Enjoy!!!

~ 7:00 AM ~

Stanley woke up to the sound of his alarm waking him up at exactly 7 AM, the boy then yawned while he sat up. His somewhat frail, tiny n' cold body shivering for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last 24 hours, which is possible, due to how cold he normally is. He then checked his phone, no texts whatsoever. Turning off the alarm. Stan got up to go take another shower due to how he felt, grabbing his phone for music and then walking into the bathroom quietly, knowing his father doesn't wake up till an hour from the current time. Stan grabbed a towel, a light green one. setting it upon the counter. Then beginning to stare at himself through the mirror, really hating what he saw. The boy ran his hands through his tangled hair. "Gross.." he said softly to himself before shaking the topic off his head. Going to Apple Music and deciding to play 'I Can't Handle Change' by Roar. The boy turned on the shower nozzle, took his clothes off and stepped in immediately. Feeling the hot water against his skin, and then running his hair through it. Letting his hair run down in front of his eyes, then moved it. Beginning to wash his body, as he let the music fill his ears. Not even noticing that his father was in the room a couple doors down, mumbling the lyrics softly; "Nothing I do is ever good, nothing I do is ever good enough." he mumbled as he bobbed his head a tad to the upbeat but also highly depressing music. "I can't help but repeat myself, I know it's not your fault. Still lately, I begin to shake for no reason at all." he recited the lyrics as the last five words constantly repeat through the song. He stood there still while the music continued, and out of nowhere beginning to cry. Stan didn't even bother to wipe his tears, he was in water alrighty. So, what did it matter. Eventually the song ended, the song changing to 'Like Real People Do' by Hozier. The boy sighed, "Shit, Stan. What's up with the sad music lately?" he asked himself with a fake chuckle.

~ 7:15 AM ~

Stan stepped out of the shower as 'After Laughter' by Wendy Rene began to play. Turning it down a tad. Stan then dries himself off, as well with his hair. Then getting dressed, noticing multiple bruises upon his arms. He tried to ignore it as he slipped on The Cure t-shirt that was a tinted black with white, as if it was tie-dye, as well with black shorts. He had to match, and he thought the black was way overpowering. But as long as he had some white, he would be fine. Stan turned on the fan in the bathroom, before walking out of the bathroom with his phone in hand. 'Every Breath You Take'  by The Police came on. Stan smiles at the song, entering his room and beginning to dance slightly. Beginning to mumble lyrics, dancing around his room like the idiot he was. Over fantasying almost every little thing he does, he decides to pretend as if he is singing this in front of an audience. Stanley normally wouldn't do this, due to high social anxiety. But in his room, he could always do it. Always.

"Every single day, n' every word you say. Every game you play, every knot yo-" before he could finish the lyric with a huge smile on his face, the boy was interrupted by his father bursting into his room. His father analyzing the robin blue colored walls before focusing upon Stanley. Stan grabbed his phone immediately and paused the music, "Sorry, dad. I didn't mean to wake you up." he said hesitantly. Stan's dad walked closer, Stan walked backwards and eventually bumping into his bed. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. It totally slipped my mind that you were still h-" Stan was cut off to a smack to the face; "You think you can act like that here? Fucking hell, Stanley. Imagine if I weren't home. How else would you act?" he asked, in a raging voice. Stan, felt his smile turn from a smile to a nonchalant frown. "I'm sorry." he whispered. "It won't happen again, I promise you. I'm sorry." he repeated, for a third time. 'It's just music.' he thought to himself.