prologue

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stan wasn't supposed to fall in love with his best friend.

especially when his best friend was a boy, with a girlfriend.
heather.

she was beautiful.
she had fair skin, long blonde hair, blue eyes, cute freckles and dimples, an hour glass figure, she was perfect. and then there was stan. he had tangly and short curly dirty blonde hair, his figure was box like, he had ugly brown eyes and more. he was ugly, and she was beautiful. and stan was a boy.

he would've never had a chance with richie. and richie being richie, would unknowingly lead him on. he'd call him cute, wink, flirt, it hurt. it hurt stan so bad knowing it wasn't genuine and never would be.

he just had to... watch. watch them be affectionate, watch richie flirt with heather. beverly knew. she knew stan liked richie. so atleast he had some support.

but she pitied him. and it just made him feel worse. he absolutely hated being pitied. but he couldn't do anything.

it felt like he had no control over anything in his life.

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