stanley uris (male!oc /self insert)

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"does this look okay, patrick?"
patrick looked up from his magazine, his dark hair falling into his eyes. he really needed a haircut. he pushed back the stray curls from his face and sam crossed their arms impatiently.

"it doesn't really matter what you're wearing, you'll be taking it off anyway, we will be swimming"
patrick responded with a laugh. sam shrugged and looked at themself in the mirror again.

"i suppose this'll do"
they said, turning from left to right before tightening their belt. they grabbed for mascara before rethinking the scenario before putting it back down. today they were going to the quarry.

patrick himself was wearing a yellow shirt and black shorts. it felt nice to have a break from his usual desaturated attire. he made some attempt to control his hair but it still fell in spiky, unruly curls. he wanted to make an effort for stanley.

this was the first time he was going to actually talk to him, he was actually going to speak to him and he would (hopefully) speak back. he had heard stan could be quite sarcastic but that thought only brought a smile to patrick's face. sarcastic, how endearing he would think.

patrick often felt ashamed for how he felt about stan. he had felt ashamed his entire life for his infatuation with boys. he grew up in a town that despised people who were like him, and with parents who made him study bible verses after school and forced him to go to church anytime they could, he had always kept his thoughts to himself, quietly admiring the petite blonde boy he had loved since he was nine. if his parents knew he liked a boy, he knew what they would do.

sam was the only person patrick had told, and they responded with support so strong patrick cried for hours. sam let him go on about stanley for as long as he wanted and they went on about bill as long as they wanted.

"okay, are we ready to go?"
sam said, fumbling with the belt around their waist. patrick tolled his eyes and sighed.

"i've been ready for an hour now, you've been fussing over your outfit for years,"
patrick said, dragging out the "ea". he was a little dramatic, which helped him in some situations. he had gotten his report card the day before. an exciting A+ was next to "drama" and a comment from his teacher mrs mckinnon which said something along the lines of how she "admires patrick's confidence" he mostly did very well in school. that year he got mostly A's and B's, all except the D in maths. he grimaced at the sad consonant with distaste, he tried very hard but maths just wasn't his forte.

they left sam's house and arrived at the quarry within 20 minutes on their bikes. patrick was nervous and he could tell sam was too. when they came to the cliff side, they seen nothing put a pile of discarded clothes in piles, all except one which was neatly folded into perfect squares. those obviously belonged to stanley.

they both peered over the edge of the cliff and saw seven faces looking up at them. bill waved up at them

"c-cuh-come down!"
he yelled, moving his wet auburn hair away from his forehead. sam and patrick looked at each other and nervously kicked off their clothes, the garments they so meticulously choose already dirtied with the dust on the dry ground. before he even had time to think, sam had already grabbed his hand and pulled him off the edge and they were flying through the air before they were engulfed in cold water and the celebratory cheers of the group.

patrick got to the surface first, greeted by the smiling faces of bill, ben, mike, eddie, richie and beverly. stan was no where to be seen, that is until he emerged from the water, his cheeks the usual pink hue.

the two love struck boys made eye contact for longer than they probably should have. they were only a few feet away from each other but patrick could practically feel the heat radiating from the small boy.

the group swam further into the quarry, people were splashed, eddie "almost drowned" and after an hour they decided to rest. they all sat on a collection of rocks chatting. patrick could hear sam and bill talking about what type of bike they had, but he already knew sam knew what type of bike he had.

patrick had been spoken to by everyone but stanley, who was facing away from his friends with his binoculars to his eyes, his book clutched tightly in his small hands. now that he was closer he could see the book was about birds.

stan has spoken to everyone, even sam. he only said "oh sorry" after they bumped shoulder, but he still spoke to them. after being in the water and into the sun, stanley's hair was like candy floss, every time he moved it bounced up and down delightfully.

"see anything, stan?"
richie asked. he was the only one in the group wearing clothes, eddie had asked for ice cream. stan jumped a little before putting the binoculars on his lap.

"nothing yet, i seen a beautiful blue tit yesterday and i'm wondering if it's still here"
he responding, his voice breaking slightly on the word "yesterday". as he suspected, richie made a joke about the name, which stan smiled at, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. this is it patrick thought, i'm going to talk to him. and he did.

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