~•~•~Scars~•~•~ [STENBROUGH]

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[9/19/19.. 7:29 am]

Bill's eyes fluttered open and he cringed at the light. He blinked and tried to take in his surroundings, but he couldn't. He didn't know where he was. He did realize though, a familiar warmth against his hand. He looked down and saw a hand intertwined with his, and followed the wrist connected to it, to find the mop of curly golden hair his best friend had. His cheeks flushed at the thought of his best friend holding him as he slept.

But it was just platonic.. right?

Bill looked down at his wrists and grimaced. The bandages were wrapped tightly against his skin, and stains of blood seeped through the thick material. His expression darkened.

It should have worked.

Then, his eyes widened. He was found. He had to have been found or else he wouldn't be here. Then a voice called him back into the memory.

Bill? Billy Mom wants to know if you want din-

Georgie. It was Georgie. He grimaced as tears filled in his eyes. He was a terrible brother. His little 8 year old brother had to find him with blood running down his arms as he tried let go and fall into the never ending depths of death.

He gasped with sobs and closed his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks and landed on the side of Stan's cheek. He flinched and opened his eyes, then raised his head and looked up. His hazel eyes met Bill's piercing blue eyes that were overflowing with tears. "Bill.." he breathed, then threw his arms around Bill's shoulders.

Bill wrapped his arms around Stan's waist and sobbed into his shoulder.

I forgot about Stan. I forgot I would hurt him. What if Stan found me? What would he have done?

His mind screamed at him for breaking down. He should be dead, not crying into his best friend. "Stuh-Stan I'm s-so suh-sorry" he breathed, shifting his grip on Stan's body. Stan stayed silent, and just hugged him tightly. He silently cried, every once and a while sniffing as he inhaled. They stayed like that for 10 minutes, Stan holding on because he couldn't even begin to imagine life without his best friend, and Bill because Stan was his only source of hope.

Bill finally broke the hug because he heard Stan sob. He pulled away and moved his hands to hold Stan's face in his hands. He wiped away his tears and sent him a gentle smile. "Why did you try to leave me." Stan cried, his voice breaking. Bill's smile dropped and his lips parted. "You.. I can't loose you!" Stan sobbed, and closed his eyes. "Stan I'm sti-still huh-here" Bill said quietly, wiping the tears that were still pouring down Stan's skin. "But you almost weren't. And that's too close." Stan said, his voice tired and hard.

Bill watched as more tears fell from Stan's eyes and onto his hands. Sometimes the tears would fall from his hands and into the bandages that were plastered against his arms. "It was just too much Stanny" he whispered. Stan opened his eyes and parted his lips. He leaned forwards and kissed his cheek gently, then leaned back. "I'm always going to be here for you." Stan stated, a determined look passed his expression.

Bill stared with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

Oh my fuck he just kissed me.

But it was a platonic thing. A simple, I'm here for you, type of thing.

Then he smiled, and nodded. "My parents.. Georgie" he whispered, and Stan's expression darkened. "He told me he found you." He said softly, preparing for Bill to break down.

And of course he did.

Stan ended up sitting on the bed with him as Bill sobbed into his shoulder. He was sitting cross legged, leaning against the wall, and Bill was leaning into him on his right side as his body wracked with sobs. Bill clutched onto Stan's sweater with his face dug into his shoulder. Stan sighed and leaned his face into the crook of Bill's neck.

It was obvious that Bill was slipping into an anxiety attack, which meant that Stan had to take precautions. Once the hyperventilating started up, Stan gently pushed Bill's hands down and secured them under his legs so Bill couldn't pull his hair. Then he started trying to ground him. "Bill.. hey Bill I'm here. It's okay I'm right here." Stan mumbled, gently caressing Bill's cheeks. Tears fell from the auburn haired boy's eyes. "Stuh-Stuh-Stuh-Stan fuh-fuh-FUCK!" He screamed, trying to move his hands to his head. "Luh-let m-me guh-go!" He screamed, clawing at Stan's legs. Stan just grimaced and shook his head.

Stan just gently caressed his cheek again, then dropped his head in Bill's neck. He kissed Bill's cheek gently, that was one of the only things that really calms him down. He felt Bill ease and Stan let him move his right hand. Bill tangled his hand in Stan's curls and sobbed finally, easing himself down. Stan kissed his cheek once more, then pulled away and brought Bill into a hug.

Bill clung to Stan as Stan's hands ran through his hair. "Stan.." he whispered, then choked on a sob. Stan shushed him and hugged him closer. Bill clung to Stan desperately. Then, Bill heard the door open and he felt Stan raise his head to see who was at the door.

"Patty!" Stan grinned at the girl who was now walking in. "Hiya Stan" she smiled back, walking to the side of the bed. Bill's heart shattered.

Patricia (Patty) Blum. Stanley Uris's girlfriend of 5 months.

Bill would be lying if he said he wasn't in love with Stanley Uris. Patricia was a sweet girl too, which made hating her almost impossible. Well, impossible until she started hanging around with the losers.

And when she was around, Bill couldn't lean on Stan, because she was. He hated when she hung out with the losers because she didn't understand the significance of Stan and Bill's relationship. The losers did. What made things even worse, was when they thought the losers were looking away, they would kiss, but Stan never thought to look in Bill's direction, so he saw every single time.

Bill felt Stan shift uncomfortably under him, and Bill weakened his hold. "Stan I was wondering if you wanted to go get coffee with me? If you want to stay here that's totally fine." She asked kindly. Bill sat up and let go of him, then faced the other way. "Uh sure! Is that cool Bill- "Yes." Bill said, slightly cold. Stan swallowed, then got off the bed. "Well, text me if you need anything alright?" He said, grabbing his coat and pulling it on. Bill nodded and stared at the wall as Stan's hand slipped into Patricia's. They walked out in silence and Stan made sure the door was closed.

As soon as Bill knew he was alone, he let the tears fall. He sobbed and laid back in his bed, and covered his face with his hands while tugging at his hair.

:( Stanny has a girlfriend?
Also sorry for not updating on Monday I completely forgot and it was my first day back :)