Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

7

TW!!: blurred out homophobic swearing/homophobia

Stan was shoved against the lockers for the second time that month. He mentally sighed to himself just wanting the interaction to be over.

"Hey I have somewhere to be so can we make this quick Bowers?" Stan rolled his eyes. Normally Stan could control what he said, and he thought about the wording before he even said it. When faced with interactions like these though the words flew out of his mouth faster the happiness died in the author. Stans immediate first thought after he had said that was "why me author? Can't you pick on someone else for once?"

*error error fourth wall damaged preparing to fix in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1*

*fourth wall has been fixed you may continue*

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Stan looked over to see Brandon there. He smiled to himself. Not one of his friends had ever stood up to bowers for him before. But the guy he had met only a few hours prior to this event did.

"Hey Urine's got himself a little newbie f*ggot fairy to protect him." One of Bowers so called friends laughed. Stan glared and kicked bowers where the sun don't shine. Bowers stumbled backwards letting go of Stan. Stan looked around him as Brandon startled but a smile grew as he gave Stan a thumbs up before looking to where Bowers was getting up off the floor.

"Run." They both ran out of the school, their backpacks swung over there shoulders as they rushed to their bikes. They both got on and started peddling away, Brandon following Stan.

It wasn't much of a chase however as Stan knew a shortcut through some trees, somewhere where Bowers car couldn't go. They had gotten a good head start so once they where a fair distance away they stopped to rest. The two got off there bikes and walked them the rest of the way to the quarry. The two set there bikes down and sat under a tree.

Ding

Stan pulled out his phone and saw a text message.

Anonymous

Heyyyyy

sO I need help
*read 4:10pm*

Stan saw the message but put his phone down. He was happy in the moment and he couldn't bother to concern himself with someone he didn't even know. Stan has gotten a friend (for which he preferred did not know about his messages with the anonymous person he) and he was content with just sitting there under the tree. Talking about nothing and every ting all at the same time.

The wind blew lightly making the leaves shake and the water move in graceful waves. The sun shawn down making the grass sparkle, the tree providing shade for the two friends.

Ding

Bill Denbrough

Dude where are you?
I thought we where going to study for the test together today?

Stan didn't even bother to pick up his phone again. Stan has known he needed to move on with his life a long time ago. He felt as if he had been stuck in one place for the longest time. But now, he felt more free. Like a new adventure arose. Stan frowned. This is how he felt with the anonymous person as well.