𝐒𝐓 & 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 !! (𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉!)

CHAPTER 36.2 (S.U)

ANXIETY!

in and out...
in and out..
1
2
3
4
5
repeat.

don't pick at your nails, stanley.
don't slouch, stanley.
don't breath so loud, stanley.
did you even study today, stanley?

don't bite your nails.
don't slouch.
don't breath loud.
study
study
study
study

STAN!
STANIEL!

stan blinks as he looks up at his friend, fixing his posture before speaking. "hm?"

"did you hear anything i said?" no.
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
"yes." he answers after a while, giving richie a weak smile before taking a sip of his juice.

"you okay, stan the man?" richie asked, his hand reaching across the table to hold stan's. stan pulls away all to quickly. no.

"i'm fine, richie." lie.
LIE
LIE
LIE
LIE
LIE
LIE
LIE
LIE!!

stan tapped his fingers on his thigh quickly, looking everywhere but at his friend.
"stan? are you sure that you're okay?"

"FOR FUCKS SAKES, RICHIE! STOP ASKING ME THAT!" he yelled, standing from his seat.

richie's eyes went wide as he stared up at the frantic boy. stan looked around with wide eyes, his breathing increasing.
they're watching you.
watching
watching
watching
YOU!

stan stepped away from the table slowly, his eyes trailing down to the floor. his eyes going blurry as the room began to spin.
"stan?"

stan looked up at richie and shook his head before walking out of the restaurant quickly, keeping his head down the entire time. "fuck.." he spoke under his breath, his fingers tapping the side of his thigh quickly.

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idk what this is but this is how it feels for me when i have an anxiety attack.. uhm yeah.