homophobia : stenbrough

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Warning!
homophobic slurs.
abuse.
gAy 🏳️‍🌈
a little cursing.
These chapters are very short usually, so-

this was also inspired by a story i read a lot time ago, but i can't find it now- s a d

"Come on, he doesn't want to go!"

"Well, he has to!" Stanley's dad and stepmom were arguing. "My stepson is not going to be gay! This school will be the best thing for him!"

Stanley walked downstairs with his bags. "I'm ready."

"The cab's outside," his stepmom, Crystal, sneered.

Stanley nodded and exited the house without a word. He threw his stuff and himself into the cab. He slammed the door. His dad couldn't have been bothered to take him to this stupid boarding school.

When he arrived at the school, he walked to the front of the school and stared blankly. "Uhm- Stanley Uris?"

"Oh! Stanley!" The woman said excitedly. "We've been waiting on you, this is Richie. He'll be your guide around. Richie, care to show Mr. Uris his dorm?"

"Please, call me Stan," Stanley interrupted.

"Right, Stan."

"Cmon Stan the Man!" Richie punched his shoulder gently and Stanley followed the boy up the stairs. "Your roommate's really nice, you got lucky. I got Eddie Kaspbrak, he's a germaphobe."

"Oh."

"Plan to get any hot chicks while your here?"

"I'm gay," he blurted out.

"Right- Sorry- Dudes. I meant dudes-"

"I dunno- Isn't this my dorm?"

They stopped and looked at the number that sat on the door. It read '210.'

"Yup! I should be going, I'll see you tomorrow!" Richie waved bye and walked off, leaving Stanley by himself at the door. He knocked gently and opened the door on the words "Come in."

"Oh, hi. You must be-"

"B-Bill Denbrough," he interrupted rudely. "You're Stanley. I know."

"Call me Stan."

"I'll c-call you whatever the h-hell I want."

Stanley looked at his feet. "Yeah, okay." He said quietly and set his stuff down on the vacant bed.

Bill continued to read his book and looked over at the boy unpacking. "Cool posters."

Stanley turned around. "Oh," he smiled a little. "Thanks."

Bill nodded. "Met anyone?"

"Huh?" Stanley said. "Oh, I met this kid named Richie. And you."

"Oh, t-trashmouth?" Bill laughed. "He's got a pretty bad mouth."

"He asked me if I planned on meeting any chicks at this school."

"W-What did you say?"

Stanley looked down at his bed. "I told him I was- I was gay."

Bill looked at the boy with a disgusted look. "Gay? Ew."

Stanley bit his lip and continued to unpack. "What's with the stutter? I mean- It's not a bad thing I was just-"

"Speech i-impediment," Bill said. "I'm n-not gay, so d-don't even try."

"I didn't plan on it," Stanley said quietly. "What do you have against gay people? They're just people."

"It's w-wrong."

Stanley lifted his eyebrows for a second but then lowered them again. He set his empty bags beside of his bed. "Your opinion."

"It's a f-fact, fag-"

"Don't," Stanley said with a harsh tone in his voice. "Call me whatever you want, just not that."

Bill rolled his eyes and put his book on his nightstand. "Mhm. Night, Stan."

Stanley laid in his bed. "Goodnight, Bill." And he turned over to face the wall. He closed his eyes and a tear rolled into his cheek.

this actually sucks but i done this when i was bored so yeah-