~Stans pov~
I felt like I had done my job.
I felt like I made Bill just a little bit happier.
He seemed happier atlest.
I hope he was anyways.
"Stanny dinner" Mom called up the stairs.
"Coming."
I slowly walked down the stairs and took a seat at the table.
As I was pouring myself a glass of milk I couldn't help thinking of Bill.
Thinking about how god damn cute he was.
Thinking about how pretty his hair was.
How cool his fashion sense was.
How his stutter was the most adorable thing on this planet.
How I hope he is ok.
"Stanley." My Dad yelled.
I snapped out of my thoughts and saw that I was spilling the milk everywhere.
"Oh sorry."
I leaped up to clean it up when my Dad's deep loud voice spoke again.
"Go to your room you've made a mess of everything."
" Sorry"I say with a smile.
I was actually quite happy to go up to my room so I could check on Bill.
Once I got to my room I locked the door and ran to my window.
I expected to see him doing something different but no he was crying again.
I was confused.
When I last saw him he was happy.
I thought I had made him happy.
I just sat there looking at him.
Worrying.
Soon i began to cry to.
I did not like seeing him this upset.
Even though I didn't actually know him.
I felt connected to him in a weird way.
I felt like when he was sad I was to.
I wanted to help.
But I knew I couldn't.
He was more then just sad.
I felt like a stalker but I didn't care.
I sat there not moving waiting for him to be ok.
But he wasn't ok.
He wouldn't be ok until I actually talk to him.
I want to help so bad but how.
Ok this chapter is bad I know and I'm sorry for making bill sad all the time it's a big part of his character and the story sorry :)
