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"You can't do this" Stan's Dad said, sitting down on the floor, leaning against his bed. Stan rolled his eyes as he picked another blouse from his wardrobe.
"You said I could, last week, this happens every time Dad, you always agree to something, change your mind and pretend you never agreed in the first place" Stan said, not offended in the slightest of this situation. It was routine by this point.
"Oh come on Stan, you can't leave me on my own" He said and Stan gestured to the suitcase next to him and he passed it to him, still complaining.
"There's still Mum" He said and his dad gave him a knowing look.
"Last time she was in charge she had a party and gave you fireworks...you were eight" Dad said and tried not to smile at the memory.
"I just don't believe it" He heard mum say, he turned to see her leaning against the door frame, looking miserable.
"I'm just going away on a fucking camping trip, why is it so hard for you guys to accept that?" He asked and Dad shrugged his shoulders but Mum didn't react.
"I just can't believe she's gone" She said.
"I haven't left yet and are you going to help-"
"Sometimes I still hear hid voice" She interupted him whilst trying to supress a smile. "But I know it's not real and I now I get his 3D cluedo set" She said walking around his room with her hands in her pockets.
"Absoultely not" Stan said causing him to run after her, stepping inbetween her and the shelf. "Dad can you read out my list again?"
"Which page...or better yet novel?" He asked and Stan rolled his eyes.
Before he could answer, he was saved by his phone. "Hello?"
"H-Hey S-Stan" Bill said, his voice cracking half-way through his name and Stan tried not to melt completely in that moment. "Y-You l-left m-me like t-twenty voicemails, e-everything o-ok?"
"Yeah, you never got back to us when we asked if you were coming on the camping trip" Stan said, pacing up and down his room...because that's what happened when Stan was on the phone, he couldn't stay in one place for some reason.
"Y-You d-ditched m-m-me the o-other day, you r-ran, y-you never t-told me why. I t-thought I h-had said s-something or you h-hated me" He said, his voice trembling ever so slightly and Stan could hear the fear in his voice.
Stan shook his head, even though Bill couldn't see. "No, no, I could never hate Bill, please always know that" Stan said, pushing his Dad away who was making loud kissing noises behind him. "Please, just come with us, it won't be the same without you"
He heard Bill breathing on the other end of the phone as he hesistated, and it crafted Stan's heart into a nervous knot, with hot precission. "F-Fine" He muttered. "I n-need a d-distraction"
