Stan thought he deserved his own reality tv show.
Not because he was interesting, or inherently stupid, only because he needed witnesses to explain what the fuck was going on in his life and then troll him on twitter to tell him when he was fucking up his life.
Because at the time, this didn't seem like a bad idea. But then again, nothing ever did initally.
"I can't believe you stole a bike" Stan laughed as they climbed off the said stolen bike and ran towards the fence. He let Bill climb up the fence first, as that was always Stan's plan, see how others do it, so he won't fail miserably.
"I was being reckless" He reasoned, as Stan began to climb the fence after somehow, all of manged to land safely on the other side, Stan wasn't so lucky, getting his jacket caught on the a broken spindle of barbed wire, the fight to save the jacket causing him to throw himself off and land on the ground.
Thankfully, the power of drugs had given him sort of resistance to pain and any visible structural damage. He picked himself off of the floor, brushing the dirt off of his clothes, which seemed to be full of glitter.
"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"Stan asked, and Bill smirked.
"You'll see, you just have to be patient" Bill laughed and Stan pouted.
"You ask for too much, I've already cut myself on that fence, haven't I been through enough?" Stan asked, pointing to his cheek, at least he think he did...he couldn't exactly feel all of him and this point in time.
"Awww poor baby do you want me to kiss it better?" Bill teased, giggling.
"Yes" Stan said without hesistating, biting his tongue. He may be fucked out of his might but not so much that he would forget what happened last time he kissed Bill.
Bill didn't even seem to register what Stan said, just leaning forward and pecking his cheek, leaving a faint trace of bittersweet fire on his skin, molten electric. Stan didn't even notice that it was the wrong cheek.
"Better?" Bill teased, Stan rolled his eyes as Bill turned around to continue walking, he ran after him jumping on his back.
Stan managed to go another three minutes before asking: "Bill, why can't you just tell me where we're going?" Stan complained picking a leaf off a tree adding it to the pile of leaves he was balancing on Bill's head.
"Because it isn't that great and I want to establish myself as mysterious and quirky" Bill said and Stan laughed.
"We get it Bill you're not like other girls" Stan said, and Bill tried to tickle him even though he was on his back, needless to say he failed miserably.
Stan stsrted picking some flowers of the trees, to weave them together, by the time he was done Bill put him down. "You seriously made a flower crown...Lana Del Rey?"
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