𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ☞ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝟙𝟙

BILL

I dropped all my things and ran towards Stan.

I tried to comfort him and wake him up to see if he's alright.

He wasn't waking up.

"Stan! Listen to me! Can you here me?"

"Shouting like that won't help, faggot!"

I jerked my head around to see, Danny Rivera and Jake Holcomb. Some of the worst fucking people on this planet.

"Why would you do this? He never did anything to anything to any of y'all!" I screamed with tears flowing out of my eyes.

Danny leaned down to me and whispered something that sent chills throughout my body.

"Faggots like y'all deserve to rot in hell. I let him slide this time, because I'm saving all my energy for you."

My stomach dropped.

They started walking away laughing.

That's evil. Pure evil.

I tried to pick up Stan and take him home but his house was a far ways away so I just decided to take him to my house which was quicker.

He was heavy, but I managed.

When I waked in my house I called for my mom but no one answered so I assumed I was home alone. I dragged Stan to the couch. And set him down softly

I put an ice pack on him and some blankets that Georgie kept in his bedroom.

I was worried Stan was in a coma or something but after a couple of hours Stan finally woke up.

"Um Bill, where am I?" Stan asked confused.

He started getting worried so I tried to calm him down.

"Shhhh! It's ok, it's ok! We're at my house." I said as I stroked his curly hair as an attempt to calm him down.

"I-I need to go home, I can't stay here, Bill!"

Stan started getting up but I had to keep him here, he was not healthy enough to go home by himself.

As soon as he was about to get up from the couch I put my hand on top of his.

That appeared to stop him.

I looked at him in the eyes and said, "Stan, listen you can't leave yet, your not well enough. Just stay for the night, everything will be ok."

He looked down at our hands together and then back up at my eyes. He was red.

"I-um, oh-k, I-I just need to call my dad and tell him I'm staying with you."

I smiled a bit.

"Yea sure."

I couldn't help it. He was just too cute for me to handle.

This is my fault.

Maybe if I didn't get too attached to him I wouldn't have these feelings for him.

Then those thoughts from earlier about what Danny said crept in the back of my mind.

This is all truly my fault.

I am the worst author every, sorry this took 7 years, that wasn't my intention. But I'll come back with an update soon! - Bobbie 💚