we're older now : homophobia sequel

t h i r t y t w o

Stanley's POV

July 4th. 27 years ago.

The fireworks were so loud.

They were killing my ears so bad

I had both of my index fingers in my ears, attempting to block out the noise.

Eventually, I just ran inside and went into the kitchen and sat on the counter. I looked out of the door and seen Bill and the entire losers club having the time of their lives outside.

My eyes swelled up with tears as I watched a girl jump on Bill's shoulders. And he held on.

I heard the door slide open and I seen Eddie walk in.

"Stanley?"

"What?" I looked at him, tears easing their ways down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

I looked back towards the window and he looked, too. The girl wasn't on Bill's shoulders anymore. He had his arm wrapped around her. Whether he was drunk or not, it still doesn't make it right.

"He's drunk, Stan."

"So, what?" I looked at him. "It doesn't make any of this right."

"Go out there. He'll stop."

"I can't stand the fireworks."

"They're done for now. The next show is in ten minutes. It's just music and drunk teenagers."

"Mhm."

I climbed off of the counter and exited the house, making my way towards Bill. Once I reached him, I laid my head on his shoulder and ignored the girl's stare.

"Stannnnn!" he smiled and I looked up, him planting kisses all over my face.

"Hey, let's go," the girl grabbed Bill by his arm.

"No," I said sternly, which surprised me, too. "He has a boyfriend."

"Excuse me?" she said. "Boyfriend?"

"Yes," I looked at him, and kissed him. "Boyfriend. Now fuck off."

The girl immediately walked off.

"The fuck?" Bill pushed me off.

"What?"

"She was my friend!"

"She was literally all over you! She asked you to go with her!"

"So?"

"Okay. I should've let you go. Go have sex with her, get her pregnant, and then I'd have to deal with your constant 'I'm sorry's'."

"Fuck you."

I looked at him, tears glistening in my eyes. I grabbed his cup and poured the remaining alcohol over his head. "Burn in hell."

Present.

I was sitting in the small coffee shop, in front of Eddie Kaspbrak.

"So, explain to me. What happened?" he sipped his coffee.

"So, I woke up and Bill was crying. He was looking at my thighs, which did have a few cuts on them-"

"Stanley fucking Uris-"

"Shut up," I said. "And then he said that I have to stop or I'd end up killing myself- And uhm. I kind of said that that was the point-"

"Oh my god," he said. "And then you- walked out?"

"Mhm."

"Okay," he said calmly. "I'm sorry. But I'm with him."

"That's not the point."

"But still. You need to stop. And I understand that it's hard. But just think of the future that you'd be wasting if you succeeded. Imagine how sad Bill would be."

"Yeah. Imagine."

"Stanley. I'm serious."

"I know. I know," I took a sip of my coffee. I heard a car door slam and the door to the cafe opened.

And Bill walked in.

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bill walked in 😦

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