✯ blue jay: a stenbrough fan fiction.

i <3 derry

[tw: this chapter contains the f slur. i am gay, so i can reclaim it and write it in this story]

the three just stood and stared at each other for a second, before andrea spoke up, "welcome back stanny, your father was just in town and decided to stop by. he'll be here for dinner," stan could here his mother's voice shaking slightly.

"can't stay here long. so stanley, talk to your old man. how have you been holding up here with just your mother?" just hearing his voice made stan angry. what gives him the right to just burst in here without notice? he could see his mother silently pleading him to be civil though, so he tried his best.

"great. best living situation i've had in a long time."

-

the only thing that could he heard from the uris' dinner table was the light clatter of cutlery as the three ate their pasta. nothing had really been said, except for a few questions that were responded with short answers.

"so stanley, i've been thinking, maybe we can go birdwatching? on the weekends? you can have the whole week with your mother here, and spend the weekends with me, having fun," andrea looked slightly taken aback, obviously she wasn't told about this beforehand. stanley couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at his mother apologetically and then stood up, fast, causing his chair to tip over.

"why are you here?" he said sternly to his father.
"stanley, thats enough. frankly, i'm your father and-"
"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" stanley shouted, causing both adults to jump.
"NO FATHER TREATS HIS WIFE AND KID SO BAD. AT LEAST, NO REAL FATHER!"
"stanley! whether you like it or not i am your father, and you can't talk to me that way."

then, andrea mumbled something.
"what was that andrea?"
"get the fuck out."
"andrea? are you seriously-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE DONALD, OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

the man stood up, grumbled a few inaudible words, and left. the two remaining let out a sigh.

"thank you, stanley."
"you're welcome, mum."
"right, i should probably wash these dishes. hurry along up to your room now, okay?"
"okay."

he didn't bother offering to help her, he knew she needed a minute alone. he decided to take a short bath and get prepared for bed.

-

stanley woke up to the sound of his mother shouting his name. he panicked for a second, assuming the worst, but calmed down when he realised she was shouting that there was someone on the phone for him. he went downstairs and picked it up.

"stanley uris speaking."
"it's mike." the other voice said, but stan couldn't make out the words, he was still sleepy.
"i'm sorry?"
"mike hanlon?"
"mike! oh, sorry, yes! hi!"
"hi, stan. listen, it's come back again."
"what?"
"the fair!"
"oh, right! wait, at the beginning of the school year?"
"yeah, weird right? anyway, i've called a few of the other losers and they've all agreed to come! you wanna go?"
"sure! what time?"
"how does 2pm sound?"
"great i'll be there!"
"see you soon, stan the man."

mike hung up and stan checked his watch. it was 10am, plenty of time to get ready.

-

it was 2pm exactly when stan pulled up to the fair on his bike. as usual, he was the first to arrive. it seemed like he was the only one who cared about actually showing up on time. it wasn't too long however, when the other losers started to show up. richie was the last to arrive.

"richie? but i though you were afraid of clowns?" ben questioned.
"yeah, i am. but i've got to protect eddie spaghetti here, don't i?" he pinched eddie's cheeks.
"don't do that! i hate it when you do that! and don't call me eddie spaghetti."
"aw, you love it eddie, it's what makes you so.. chuckalicious! hey, stan the man! didn't think you'd come," eddie still looked annoyed, but you could tell he was flattered to be the reason richie tried to face his fears.
"chuckalicious? really rich? we aren't living in the late 50s," beverly said, chuckling. she was holding ben's hand, and surprisingly, bill didn't look fazed.

they entered the crowded fair, ben and bev were up in front, mike and bill were closely following, richie, stanley and eddie were arguing behind, as usual.

"so guys, what do you want to do first?" beverly asked. they all eventually agreed to go on the flying chairs.

they all sat close to one another, chatting enthusiastically.
"o-o-okay s-stan, you ready?" bill said, he was closest to stan.
"sort of," stan wasn't big on rides.
"c-come on stanny, i-i-it'll be l-like your a b-bird, soaring." stanley wasn't all that interested in being a bird, but somehow bill's words comforted him. bill always had that effect on people.

the ride began and soon enough, stanley forgot about his fears and started enjoying himself. he looked over at bill's smiling face and felt his heart skip a beat. he couldn't tell if it was because the ride met maximum speed or if it was the sight of bill's happiness.

they went on a few more rides, ben won bev a giant teddy bear, richie got an "i heart derry" hat and bill, mike and stan shared a huge bucket of candy-floss.

the last thing the group decided to go on was the ferris wheel. mike had offered to take beverly's teddy bear on with him, so that the couple could sit together. richie begged to sit next to eddie, which left stan and bill together.

they could hear eddie and richie squabbling below them, so they decided to drown it out with conversation.

"it s-seems like w-we always end up together, hu-huh?" bill said.
"yeah, the losers club is impossible to separate, apparently."
"i-i meant y-y-you and me."
"oh. yeah."

they got to the top and the wheel stopped. bill and stan said nothing. they were surrounded by a comfortable silence as they watched the view. the ride eventually ended and the losers got off.

as they were walking back though, they happened to run into henry and his posse. unfortunately, richie and eddie were at the front of the group.

"take of that hat, trashmouth. you're making it seem like we WANT a bunch of fairies like you in this town," henry spat.
"fuck you, bowers. we all know what you and patrick do behind closed doors," richie responded.

"richie!" eddie whisper-shouted, whipping out his inhaler.
"what's that? don't think you'll be needing that, faggot," patrick said, smacking it out of eddies hand.
"hey! he's got asthma you fucker!" richie shouted.

henry came in for a punch, but bev pulled him out of range.
"rich, we need to run," she said.
"but-"
"we need to help eddie," she picked up the inhaler and ran with richie, the losers following. mike had a hold on eddie, who was breathing very heavily.
"go blow your dad, you mullet wearing asshole!" richie shouted, once they were biking away. stanley heard henry shout with rage, they hadn't brought a vehicle to chase them this time.

once they were at a safe distance, they dismounted and richie rushed over to eddie, who was frantically shaking and using his inhaler.

"richie, you fucking idiot, don't pick fights that you can't finish," eddie said as he regained his breath.
"at least w-we got a-aw-away," bill said.
"yeah, but, come monday, we'll be dead meat," beverly pointed out. the losers were worried, but they tried their best to hide it.