Just Friends?

part three :)

Mike smiled softly at him. "You can tell me anything Stanley.." He looked right into the other mans eyes, gently rubbing Stan's shoulders.

Stan sighed heavily. "I-I.." He looked away nervously, fiddling with his own hands. "Well..." He couldn't get it out. What would Mike think? You could lose a friend Stanley. He shook his head. "Its just. I'm not feeling the best okay?" He looked away from Mike. He really did want to tell him. But at the same time. He didn't.

Mike knew something was bothering him. He didn't want to push Stan to tell him, so he said nothing about it. "You should get some sleep yeah?" His hands brushed the side of Stan's neck slightly. "I'll stay if you want me too?"

Stan's heart was racing, he looked away then back at the man that was sitting in front of him. "I guess? Well... only if you want to.." He looked down. Stan was hopeless. He wanted Mike to stay. To stay forever in fact. He was the love of his life. But mike didn't know that yet. And at this rate. i don't think he will ever know. Stan was way to shy to tell his childhood friend he has been madly in love with hum for more than 27 years. He wasn't even listening to what Mike was saying, he was lost in the thought of being with him.

"Stanley?" Mike coughed out, waving his hands in front of the other man. He smiled softly at Stan. "I'd love to stay, let me just tell the others whats going on yeah?" His voice was soft and gently, calming to Stanely. Convincing. He could get through to Stanely, much easier than the others could. And he hot a simple nod for him, a 'yeah sure. Go ahead' nod.

As Stan was in the other room, obviously making the bed for Mike because he wasnt really prepared for a guest, Mike was calling the other person who would still be worried sick about Stanley. Richie Trashmouth Tozier.

"Hey Mikey! Is he okay? Like. Is stan okay?" He was speaking faster that Eddie. And he was worried as fuck-

Mike sighed softly. "Hes fine Rich. And I'm gonna be staying here tonight. So let the others know okay?" He said gently down the phone to the other man.

"Ofcourse.. cya soon Mike." Richie hung up. And Stan had walked back into the room, looking right at Mike. He just stared. Which confused Mike a little bit.

"Stanley?" He chuckled slightly at him. "Stannn?" Mike waved his hands, which surprisingly worked. He got the curly haired mans attention.

"Y-yeah? Oh um. You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the sofa-" He smiled softly at Mike. Hoping that he wouldn't have to argue about who slept where. But he was wrong. Wrong to think Mike would let Stanley sleep on the sofa in a state like this.

"No way Uris. You sleep in your own bed okay? I'll sleep out here. You need a good night rest okay?" He stood up and made his way over to Stanley.

"W-we could share?" He blurted out at Mike, his face a deep red. And immediately regretted it. "Ignore me I-"

"Sure. Only if you want to?" Mike chuckled and placed a hand on Stan's shoulder. He was more confident than Stan. I mean. Anyone was more confident than Stan.