Stenbrough one shots

Ghost boy

Stanlonbrough, modern day. Mentions of eating disorder and
Bill was walking the streets alone while the rain beat down on him. He was heading towards Mikes farm on the outskirts of town.

He didnt take his bike as he just wanted to go on a nice walk.

He had headphones in and he sighed.

He was wearing one of stans larger hoodies and one of mikes beanies.

He got in a fight with his mom. His dad left when he was a kid and georgie never met him.
But his mom got mad at him for not eating dinneror anything this week.

He finally got to the end of town after about an hour of a leisurely walk.

He knocked on the door and mike opened it and immediately pulled his soaking boyfriend inside.

Bill was standing there emotionless look on his face.  Before letting out a heart wrenching sob. Mike pulled him into his chest.

"Baby what happened."

"M-my m-mu-mom. W-we go-got in a f-fuh-fight."

"About what baby."

Bill tried to talk but it just came out as a stittery jumple of words. He just buried his head in Mikes chest and sobbed harder.

"Sh-sh-she fo-fou-found out about m-my ea-eatung dis-disorder."

"Your eatung disorder? Baby."

Bill just sobbed harder. Mike led them to the couch feeling how shaky bill was.

He sat them down and bill wiped his eyes and pulled his knees to his chest.

"Billy? When did you eat last?"

"La-las-last wed-wed-wedn-wedne-" he stopped himself as he couldnt say the word.

"Wednesday? Bill its been a week and a half. Baby you need to eat."

"I-i-i do-dont w-wan-wanna"

"Billy, please for me and stanny."

Bill shivered and nodded slightly.

Mike got up and grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around him, before leading him to the kitchen.

He was looking for something to give bill.

"Is there anything you see. That you want?"
Bill was looking around.

"Ca-can i ha-ha-have su-suhm-some toast?"

"Butter?"
Bill nods and mike puts a piece of bread in the toaster.

They sit down at the table.

"Bill. Why are you starving yourself?"

Bill struggles with his words before mike grabs a notebook and a pen.

I just, hate myself. And henry constantly tells me im fat and i just wanted to be perfect and handsome for you and stan so you dont leave me like my dad did.

"Bill, we would never leave you. We love you no matter what."

The toast popped. And mike put some butter on it and handed it to bill.

Bill took a small bite of the bread and gulped it down. He took another bite.

Mike gave a soft smile.

Bill sighed as his phone was ringing from georgie.(hes about 13 as bill is around 17)

'Bill where are you? Are you okay?"

Bill looked at mike, pleading for him to talk.

"Hey this is Mike. One of Bills friends. Hes at my house right now. Hes alright."

'Can you please make sure he eats. Im worried about him.'

"Yes. I got him to eat some toast."

'Can i please talk to him?'

Mike passed the phone to Bill.

"H-he-hello?"

'Billy? Whats-why-why dont you eat. Do you understand how much we love you. Your my best friend.this is so dangerous. Do you understand. You could die if you had kept up with this and if i lost you- bill do you fucking understand how i would feel if i lost you, or of the losers lost you.' You can tell Georgie was crying.

"I-im s-suh-sorry." Bill was crying again.

'Why do you do this to yourself.'

"H-he-henry bower-bowers and- i-i-im jus-just in-insecu-insecure."

'Oh bill...' georgie breathed. 'When are you coming home?'

"I-i-i do-do-dont kn-kno-know. H-how m-ma-mad is mo-mom."

'Shes upset. But mainly because you just left and shes worried. She wants to make sure your okay.'

"Wi-will you te-tell her im fi-fine. I-ill be ho-home t-tom-tommo-tommorow."

'Yeah. Ill see ya l. Bye billy i love you.'
"I love you too."

He set his phone down and toom another small bite of his toast.

He set it down, half eaten.

Mike grabbed his hands from across the table and looked into his eyes.

He walked over and hugged the shivering boy. 

"Billy, im gonna have you take a warm shower and change into warm clothes. Okay?"

Bill nodded and went along with what mike was doing. He worried his brother to the point he was crying, he disappointed his mom.

Mike turned on his hot water and left the bathroom.

When Bill finished the shower he walked out to a clean pair of boxers, sweatpants and a new hoodie. His hair was wet and he looked like a cat that was forced into a bath. 

He was uncomfortably wrapping his arms around himself. The large hoodie hung off him.

Mike knew the hoodie as the same one bill wore a few months ago, and it fit almost regularly, but now it hung off him like he was a hanger.
Bill had on sweatpants that were tied tightly at the waist and were still loose on him.
Mike had called stan and he was sitting in the living room.

Mike looked at him worriedly.
"Bill how long have you been doing this?"

"A f-fe-few mo-mon-months."
"Bill..."

"Im so-sorr-sorry."

He noticed stan sitting on the couch. He sat in between them and stan hugged him.

Bill laid his head in the nook of his shoulder.

He yawned into his neck.

Stan stood up, still holding him and him and Mike walked to his room.

They laid together,bill in the middle, who was still shaking from the cold.

They grabbed blankets to warm him up more.

They held his hands and hugged him tighter.

Falling asleep in that position. With the ghostly pale teenager between them.

This is part one. Part two will have him getting better. Or worse? Delends on how i feel when i write