Tramatic Love Story /Stozier/

chapter eight

Stan's POV

I walked around to see if I could no one had a good idea of fashion. All I saw was T-shirts and shorts. I am definitely not interested in talking to the people.

Well I saw this other boy sitting alone. Eh fuck it. I go and sit with him. "Hi I'm Stanley. you?" I held out my hand for him to shake.

"I'm Willam." He said it so coldly and didn't shake my hand. "What time you got therapy?" I asked. "2 group therapy. Then 2:30 just me and that bitch. You Stan?" "Eh 1 for me and the therapist. I don't have group"

"damn. I'm guessing you don't wanna be here because you got a boyfriend?" "I don't have a boyfriend! Ew. And I miss my losers. You?" "I miss my boyfriend. And I thought you was gay. You look to fancy to be straight"

I stared before I responded "I guess I'm not will. I mean there is this boy. He kinda dresses like shit but he's amazing" "HA! I knew it. I bet he gets high!" "yeah he gets high. I bet your boyfriend looks nice and works."  "Well shit you guess wrong. He looks like shit! From what I've heard. We started as pen pals. Still haven't met."

He shook my hand after we talked some more. We actually have a shared cabin with two other boys. But soon we both headed separate ways for activities.

I went to arts and crafts. And then I was pulled out of my bracelet making for Richie. To go to therapy.

I was sitting in here office across from her. "So do you know why your here" "well of course I do. I freaked out about my boy when I got here" "so who is your boy Stanley?"  Well. Fuck. "Richie. Trashmouth." I blurted it out. I didn't want to. But my mouth moved before my mind could.

"This Richie kid. Why is he so important to you?" I looked at this bitch. Is this bitch that stupid. She looked back at me for a answer. "He's my best friend. I've taken care of him for years." "How do you take care of him? Physical? Mentally?" I had given up on thinking she was smart. "Physically . Most of the time. Bruises. From Bowers and falling to hard. Cuts on his face. Almost never opens up mentally. He's great though." "A bad kid. Right?" "No... Not at all.. good grades. Nice. Funny" "how is he funny? What type of jokes does he tell?" Well I am fucked. What do I tell her. That he says dick jokes all day. I mean I guess right. or are the your mom jokes better.

"Eh. Dick jokes there and here. Your mom jokes. Prefer the dick jokes most of the time." She didn't like my language but whatever "well I'll be back tomorrow. Bye" I started getting up and leaving she called back at me. I went back to the arts and crafts table. Continuing to make the losers bracelets.