The Aftermath (Reddie)

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3rd Person POV

"See, y-your h-hands are gin-normous!" Bill was grinning as he and Stan measured hands, palm to palm.

"Nuh-uh," Stan countered, "your hands are just tiny!" A grin had replaced his usual annoyed face.

Bill rolled his eyes, "Wh-whatever."

Stan closed his hands around Bill's and leaned forward to kiss him.

They were both sitting on Bill's bed again, hanging out after school.

"I'm tired," Bill complained and pulled back from Stan's lips.

"You're always tired."

It was true. Ever since the summer's events he had been sleeping almost constantly. Like it was a coping mechanism.

Stan knew this.

He just grinned sadly, a pity smile really, and shook up Bill's hair.

"Y-you always d-do that," Bill stuttered and swatted at Stan's hand.

"Shhhhh," Stan shushed and pulled Bill into his chest then laid down on the bed.

"C-can you help me w-with m-my homework w-when I wake?" Bill asked, his voice was muffled in Stan's chest.

"You don't need help, you're hella smart," Stan argued.

"I-I like how you s-set up th-the math equations," Bill shrugged.

Stan cracked another smile and they both went quiet.

They were nearly asleep when the doorbell rang.

Stan groaned, "Are your parents home?"

"Y-you really th-think you would b-be over I-if they were?" Bill grumbled and sat up.

He stomped down the stairs and opened the door.

"M-mike?!"

Stan raced down the stairs upon hearing the name.

"Oh thank god!" Mike cheered.

"What are you doing here?" Stan asked, he was almost frozen at the bottom of the staircase. Memories of the summer flooded back to him. He felt like he was suffocating.

Mike looked beat up, terrible.

"Can I please come in?" he asked hurriedly.

Bill nodded and stepped aside. Mike rushed in and shut the door fast.

"Mike, what happened?" Stan was concerned now, "are you okay?"

Mike had his back pressed up against the door and he was panting. He shook his head.

"I had a run in with some douchebags," Mike gasped, "they were threatening to kill me, I was lucky enough to remember where your house was."

Stan and Bill were both staring at Mike. Stan was thinking back to the rock war. Bill was just worried.

"So..." Mike's heartrate had calmed down, "anything new with you guys...? It's been uh...forever since we talked."

"I kn-know right! Wh-why did w-we drift apart s-so much? A-all of us?"

Mike looked confused. He wasn't aware of Bill's memory loss.

"Well I think the memories made it kinda hard for all of us--"

"Summer just got real busy!" Stan interrupted Mike. He wanted to keep Bill in the dark. Bill was happy.

Mike gave Stan a look who just mouthed 'later.'

Bill ushered Mike to the kitchen to get some water and catch up.

Stan followed reluctantly, he wanted to suppress his memories.

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Short chapter cause um....I haven't written about Mike yet.

Wtf was I thinking.

I have been watching Victorious for the past two hours.