Just Friends?

Part one :)

The tension was and had been high between the two boys since they grew up in Derry. Stan was openly gay, well, after years of convincing himself he wasn't. He could never get Mike off his mind. God the man was hopeless. It had been a whole 27 years since he was crushing over Mike as a kid. But I guess that never went away. It never really left him. Each day, Stan thinks that it might be the day. The day where he forgets. But no. Mike is always on his mind. He brushed his hads through his curly hair that draped over his face. The Losers. They where all meeting up today. It had been years since he saw Mike. Let alone talk to him. And to be honest. He was scared. He was scared to face his fears and fall head over heals for him all over again. Stan though it was a stupid teen crush, but boy was he wrong.

Throwing a shirt apon his body and rushing to get out of the door, Stan thought for a moment. 'Did they really care?' He stopped at the door step of his flat. 'Im just dead weight. The weakest. Right?' He looked back into the hall way, then back outside. "Its. Its not worth it.." Stan sighed softly, looking down at his feet and turning around. He immediately headed back into his flat, kicking off his shoes. Stan the man. Back at it again. Avoiding his friends because really, they don't need them. Stan doesn't need them. Thats what he thought. That's what he knew. He was always right. This is Stan.

Seven large glasses of port later, the curly haired man laid resting on the small blue couch, quietly weaping to himself. "G-god you're pathetic S-Stanley.." He choked out, mumbling to himself. Only himself. His phone had been ringing for hours. Each time it was someone different. But mainly, it was Mike. Stan looked ot the phone placed up on the coffee table. An unfinished puzzle right next to it. He swiped his hand vigorously across the smal table, taking both the phone and puzzle with him. Needless to say. It wasn't just the puzzle that broke. Stan sat back, placing his head in his hands. 'Who needs you? You are wreck, get in that bath and-' his thought process was cut off by a loud knocking at the door.

"F-fuck.." Stan jumped up. He swept the puzzle and phone under the table with his foot, hiding the alcohol under the couch. "Deep breaths Stanley.." Tucking his shirt in to seem presentable,  he slowly paced up and down the hall way before unlocking the door. He opened it to see who was there. 'The neighbours, mail?' He shook his head in disbelief, hearing a familiar voice. No. It wasnt the neighbours. And he had no mail. Why him of all people? His heart raced rapidly. He couldn't handle this. Why. Why him?

"Stan~"