Just Another Deal...

My way!

Since as long as I could remember I always had an answer for everything, and could always find one for the things I didn't. So why now! Why couldn't I fix this problem as easily..."why!? What am I missing?" I shouted as I crumpled another paper.

I hear the rumble of the elevator, growling as the rumbles pulls my attention away from my work. The doors creaks open and Stan walks out holding a tray, " Hey, Poindexter! Have you eaten anything today!?" He says as his head turns to the tray from last night. Seeing The small bites I did take he grunts. " gonna need more than that old man" his crass words finish. He walks forward and roughly places the tray of assorted lunch foods on my papers. 'Stanley!" I shout "what if you spilled anything" he stopped my hands from picking up the tray. " No! Eat!" He says in short grumpy burst, "words Stanley" I correct him. Looking down at the few sandwiches and soup he had made, I feel my stomach grumble as I smell the melted cheese and tomato soup.

He sighs as I hesitate to grab anything "Hey!, Dont you need to fill up your engine in order to keep running?" He says with a grumpy softness you only hear in his voice when he's talking to his family. I sigh as well " yes, that's true guess I've been neglecting most basic human necessities." I say he laughs not long after "geez, do you always have to be such a nerd about things?" Huffing I grab a grilled cheese and take a bite. It's good and I sigh I needed this "thanks" I say he smiles and pulls a chair next to me.

"Someone's gotta pull you away when you get to into your work." I laugh it does as I think of the work I've done. what work though I've done nothing that will help. " I can't do it...: I say as I laugh a little bitterly. "I can't do anything!" The town is slowly returning back to weirdmageddon, maybe even worse and I can't fix it.

Slamming the sandwich down I push my chair out roughly and let it fall back into the ground. "I cant do anything, I've looked at it through every way and direction. Yet there's nothing that will fix this!" I shout nearly pulling my hair out. I've got nothing and can't do anything right! "This is my fault and I can't even fix it!" I scream finally letting out all my feelings. Gasping as I regain my breath he stands there not saying anything.

Taking some steps forward he slaps me "haven't you learned anything!" He shouts "you can't always be the one to fix it, and no one expects you to!" Huffing he goes over and grabs the old tray. Stomping he walks to the elevator "wait" I say "I'm sorry" he stops and stands "it's hard, for a long time it's always just been myself. Years that I was alone and had to do everything. Every mistake could mean I'd die, I've missed you stan, mom and dad, shermy. I always wondered what you were up to.

I had regrets and I know I've messed up. Done things that I wish I didnt, said things I want to take back." He sighs I know I've spent years just to get you back" he puts the tray on the ground and walks back. "I never put much thought into what you were going through, while I've just been scamming idiots and working on that stupid machine." Laughing "it was the hardest thing I've ever done, I struggled and couldn't understand some of the things in those books. It was all really a selfish thing, we both did things that we regret" sighing I pull my chair up and sit. "Why not tell me? You always pull away when I ask, maybe unload a little? Were twins" he says I smile. Yes that's true so many years that I was alone. Had no one rely on, I always remembered the times as a kid. All the laughs and tears.

" alright..." he smiles and I begin to talk, maybe I don't have to always be alone. Maybe I need to learn that I have people I can rely on.

Yup that's stan and fords chapter should I write a follow up? Also I wrote the last chapter yay, I have a better direction and know how to get to the end. It mad me sad that I might finish this soon...then again maybe not... not too sure. I even have an idea for an epilogue so look foreward to the next chapters and keep supporting me with my small hobby and secret love of writing. P.s sorry it's not very long, it's why I was thinking of doing a follow up.