stanley uris (male!oc /self insert)

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patrick knocked three times on the front door of the uris' house. as stanley was leaving the quarry he had given patrick his home number and they had called each other that night. they made plans to go bird watching in the barrens next saturday.

patrick fidgeted with the ring on the middle finger of his left hand. he heard footsteps racing down a flight of stairs and the door swung open. he was expecting to see the curly haired angel he loved so dearly, but instead the door was opened by a small girl with blonde hair tied up in bouncy pigtails and rosy cheeks was smiling a toothy grin.

"oh! hello, is stanley in?" patrick asked, smiling gently at the young girl. he looked past her and seen stanley running towards the door from the kitchen. out of breath, he waved "hi patrick! come in, i'm just looking for my shoes".

the small girl rolled her eyes. "stan, just wear your white shoes!" stan shook his head, pulling her back in the house, motioning for patrick to come in, which he did. the uris' house wasn't the biggest, but it was covered wall to wall in framed photographs of the family. "i can't wear the white ones, sarah! you know that!" he hissed.

stanley grabbed a pair of black trainers, brushing seemingly invisible dust off of the soles. sarah skipped up the stairs and stanley sat down to put on his shoes. a photo caught patrick's eye. it was a family portrait. a beautiful woman had her arm around a young stan, who was smiling softly. patrick also smiled. he wondered what stanley's parents were like. he hoped they were good to him and his little sister.

stanley jumped up, tucking his light green shirt into his khaki shorts, readjusting his belt and smiling. he slung his satchel over his petite shoulders "will we go?" patrick nodded and turned to walk outside again.

stanley kissed the tips of his thin fingers and pressed it against the mezuzah on the door and mumbled something. they had all learned about judaism in school and patrick paid close attention. he was a good student but religious studies was his best.

stan looked like he gave the most soft kisses on the earth. his lips were plump and pink and the thought of being able to feel them made butterflies flutter in patrick's stomach. he had only pecked the tips of his slender fingers but patrick's heart began to pound.

before stan called patrick, he had called the losers. he called bill first.

"hey big bill, i was wondering if you had any plans for saturday?"
"s-s-suh-sorry stan, i'm taking g-g-geor-georgie to the cinema on s-saturday!"

then beverly.

"hi bev! are you doing anything next saturday? i was thinking of going bird watching."
"ben is taking me out for ice-cream, sorry stan!"

after three losers unavailable, he rang mike.

"heya mikey, watcha doing on saturday?"
"my grandpa has a lot of work for me on the farm, why?"
"oh, it's not important."
"whatever you say stan the man, see you later"
"bye mike"

he rang richie, but he didn't answer, his mother did.

"hello mrs tozier! how are you?"
"i'm doing well stanley, were you calling for richard?"
"yes, can you ask him if he's free on saturday?"
"i can answer that for you dear, he's grounded. broke one of my good china plates."
stanley heard a grunt of complaint in the background.
"oh, thank you anyway, have a nice day ma'am,"

he rang eddie, and his mother answered too.

"good afternoon mrs kaspbrak, may i speak to eddie please?"
"i'm afraid he's come down with a terrible cold, he might not be able to sp-"
he heard some mumbling and the line rustled.
"hi stan, what's up?"
he sounded perfectly healthy.
"are you busy on sat-"
"doctors appointment, sorry buddy, why? what's happening on saturday?"
"nothing, bye-bye eds,"

stan groaned. everyone was busy. he hated going into the barrens alone. he usually went with his dad, but he was out of town. he dolefully walked away from the telephone. i guess it could wait another week he thought. he dove his hands into his pockets, feeling a piece of folded paper under his knuckles.

he pulled out the paper and unfolded it. the memories of a few hours ago which seemed to have left him, came back all at once. he had patrick's phone number! he immediately punched the number into the phone and waited.

"hello?"
"hi, is this patrick?"
"stanley? hi, what's up?"
"are you busy on saturday?"
he crossed his fingers.
"i'm not! why, are we all going to the quarry again?"
"oh, uh, no, everyone's busy actually, i was wondering if you wanted to come bird watching with me?"
"oh of course, that sounds fun! i'll see you on saturday!"
"okay! bye pat!"
"bye stan!"

stan slammed the phone onto the receiver, a giddy smile on his face, his cheeks ruddy and his heart skipping. he didn't even realise he called him "pat" until he was tucked tightly under his covers that night and was rethinking the conversation for the hundredth time.

by the time the arrived at the barrens, patrick had almost brought stan to tears with laughter multiple times. his stomach hurt and giggles weren't ceasing to bubble out of him. the taller boy had told a particularly funny joke and stanley laughed so hard, he didn't notice the small shrub stump sticking out from the ground. his foot collided with the stump and he tripped, instantly fell to ground, cutting his knees and hands, and his bike fell to the side with a metallic clank.

stan immediately started crying. everything had gone wrong in the space of five seconds. he turned around to sit down properly on the ground, gentle sobs racking his body. he felt strong and safe arms grab him around his back and under his legs. patrick was carrying him.

he felt himself be placed on a tree stump and he opened his eyes, his vision blurred from the frustrated and pained tears streaming down his cheeks. "stan, stan, hey look at me..." patrick softly grabbed his chin and lifted it up. "you have your first aid kit, yeah? i'm gonna patch you up real good," stan understood he was being spoken to like a child, but he was too upset to care.

patrick first took a packet of tissues and gently patted away the tears from stan's face. the tears were still coming so he placed the pack in his lap. patrick got on his knees, first aid kit open beside him. he read the instructions for cuts.

he poured some of their water onto a tissue and dabbed around the cuts on his knees and stanley tightened his fists. "hey, don't do that, you have some cuts on your hands as well," patrick soothed and stan didn't even notice patrick had grabbed his hand and was stroking the non-bloody area of his palm with the pad of his thumb.

after patrick cleaned the wound with water, he had to apply alcohol to it. stan gripped onto patrick's hands and squeezed his eyes shut. he felt a powerful sting shock his lower body and he whimpered in pain. "shh, you're okay, you're doing so well," patrick reassured.

when it came to bandaging up his knees and hands, stan had calmed down a bit, but was still silent. he was so embarrassed. he looked down on his clothes. they were seemingly untouched by the dirty ground, but there was a few drops of blood his shorts and socks. he would have to throw them away, the blood was already dry.

patrick got up but leaned down in front of stan and they looked up, they're eyes meeting. "you're okay now, look." stan peered at his impeccably wrapped knees. he certainly was neat about it he mused, and small smile rising to his face. patrick tenderly stroked his cheek and helped him to his feet. "can you walk or should i carry you the rest of the way?" he questioned jokingly. stan chuckled and shook his head.

he took a few steps and limped slightly but other than that, he was fine. patrick slung stan's satchel over his shoulder and stan stood on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.

he breathed in his delightful scent, feeling his curls tickle his cheeks. patrick held stan's waist in this close embrace, feeling his heart burst. they stayed like that for a few seconds, but those seconds felt like hours.

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