stanley uris (male!oc /self insert)

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his heart always ached for the delight and wondered expression on stanley's face when he spotted a bird he'd never seen before. it was the sparkle in his eyes and the exited smile that made the boy's brain go fuzzy. and when he fumbled for his binoculars and held them to his eyes, his mouth agape, watching the fantastic creature which he loved so dearly perch in the tree, he felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter and he truly felt at peace.

watching the beautiful boy, who he'd always seen looking, for a lack of a better term, fed up, seeing him appear to be content and free-spirited made patrick believe that he could have something like that too.

with his view of the park from his bedroom window, patrick could see stanley, sat precariously on the edge of a bench, all his friends laughing and joking as if they didn't have a care in the world.

stanley wasn't taking part in their playful banter, he was more invested in the book in his lap. he was flicking through the colourful pages rapidly when he came to a stop. he lifted the binoculars to his eyes once more and turned to his friends.

patrick couldn't hear what he was saying, but he saw the boy point to the bird and then point to the book, grinning broadly at all his friends, obviously pleased with his discovery.

richie tozier, who was known for being quite the loudmouth probably made a joke, as he usually did, as the group resumed their laughing. he watched as stan chuckled lightly, turning around to look at the bird once more. the bird was gone. stanley looked disappointed, he scratched the back of his head, and delicately placed his book and binoculars into his satchel.

patrick wanted to look away but he couldn't help but watch. he felt creepy. he wouldn't want someone staring at him from their bedroom window now would he? well, he didn't mind the lingering stares he received from stanley in many of the lessons they shared. curse the teachers of that school for putting them in so many classes together.

the stares stan gave him weren't new to patrick. every lesson without fail, stan watched him, resting his right hand on his cheek. he wouldn't call it a loving expression but it sure as hell wasn't a look of disgust. patrick always caught him. and he always looked away with a guilty expression on his face, his cheeks turning pink, his bottom lip going into his mouth, where it stayed for the remainder of the lesson, being nervously chewed on.

patrick took one last glance out his window. the group was leaving. he lingered his gaze, watching stanley re-tuck his blue shirt into his black shorts and throw the strap of his satchel over his shoulder and walk with his friends.

patrick smiled to himself. stanley seemed happy. he had a small grin on his face. the muted june sun gave him a gentle glow. he was like an angel.

this was very short but i haven't wrote any fan fiction in like 87 years so 😶 no one writes shit i like so im writing my own ✌️ also not patrick as in the bully patrick so please don't attack me (that's if anyone other than sam reads this 😗✌)