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There were moments in Stan's life when he actually did wonder about the past, it was rare but he couldn't deny they happened.
In his mind, everything was made of moments, moments that he was in presently, the past was never real and the future was only made up of what happens the moment after this one, so was therefore irrelevant.
That, and that only was the reason why he didn't enlighten people with his tragic back story, it wasn't real, nothing ever was.
This was sometimes difficult, as for people like Bill, everything was the past, and the moment you were in was only there to either make the past the future, or to stop the past becoming the future.
Stan understood why people felt like that, the people with the only piece of fucking advice being 'learn from your mistakes' . He never explained things to people, at least he didn't think he did, he just let them catch on. But Richie was persistent.
"Come on Stan...I'm not being nosey, just tell me if your plan worked" Richie asked, somehow walking irritably next to Stan.
Stan rolled his eyes. "You are...but since you won't leave me alone until I tell you, I'm not sure...I gave him the letter, but he didn't read it, he seemed to have already forgiven me" He explained as they made there way into the Satanic summoning grounds...the History classroom.
Richie stopped for a moment, as he thought, annoying the girl behinf him as he blocked the corridor. "You gave him the right one...right?" He asked, walking over to his desk when the girl finally pushed him out of the way.
Stan hesistated "Yeah...I swear, I did" He said, checking his jacket pockets, the other note still in there. He sighed in relief when he figured he was right.
"Good morning...and shut up" Their History Teacher, Mr Davis said, shutting the door behind him.
Richie didn't listen to him, only lowering his voice slightly. "What about Crashmat?" He asked, leaning over the desk, Stan sat down.
"All good I think" Stan said. "I don't have any new leads...but if I did, I wouldn't tell you"
Richie pouted. "I guess that's fine...all's fair in the game of Love and War" He said, pretending to look very interested in his upside down textbook, the index page when Mr Davis looked in his direction.
Stan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Love and War?" He mused and Richie shrugged. "I think our marriage is having a little bit of a strain...especially with your attempted affair with Eddie"
Richie sighed heavily. "Trust me that's nothing" He muttered, Stan quirked his eyebrow, pressing for him to eleborate. "He doesn't seem to be catching on...I've been flirting with him non stop and he seems to think that's like a friends thing? You know what he said to me the other day?" Stan shook his head.
