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It was yet another day that Stan found himself comparing himself to the overweight sheep in Shaun the Sheep.
Not because he was always eating and because it took seven people to move him, like Richie suggested.
It was a usual reference to his hair, it was big and seemed to get the entire Aldi ile stuck in it.
It was a revaltion that occured as he caught his reflection in the morning and saw his hair. But to be honest, that was on him for breaking his first bathroom rule (oh yes they're many, feel free to pre-order Stan's book 'Crisis On The Toilet' for more details) of looking in the mirror with the bathroom light on.
It was a rule to try and stop himself from popping any spots he may find, as yes, growing out of them was the biggest lie he was ever told, sorry.
If this was a film, there would almost certainly be some edgy music playing behind Stan, not too loud, not to quiet as he folded the ends of his sleeves and fixed his hair, looking at himself in the mirror.
Since his life, was thankfully not viewable to anyone who wasn't directly in his life, Stan decided to listen to some Eminem songs that were older than him, to look better than he felt.
He was nervous, but he owed it to everyone to not run from it, instead run towards it.
Stan smirked at his reflection, Now that's a line, I need to write that down before I forget it.
In every other moment before this, whenever Stan walked through the cold streets and crowded hallways of Mike's house, he always felt a flush of anticipation take over him, an electric sensation.
But now, everything seemed to be an obsticle, delaying the inevitable. He pushed his peers, that were never much of a comfort, but dominated any scale of distress Stan held. He was on his own, with his thoughts, in the crowd. Richie had agreed to try and look out for Bill, just in case he was here that night.
He was alone in the fear, the dread.
That all faded when Stan's phone bleeped, and he was left in his own discomfort.
im in the kitchen
next to a weird robot on the surface.
wait no
that's a coffee machine
or is that what he wants us to think?
Stan closed his eyes, letting himself sink inwards as he leaned against the wall. Ok, ok, here we go, it you dare give up on this I will kill you, go in there and be a Bev, just go there tell the truth and if you let him lose yourself within him, I will lose what little respect I have for you. He told himself.
