Summer of '93 - Stozier

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something never done before.. edwards pov

ft sonias a+ parenting !! sarcasm intended

is gaslighting a tw? idk..
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Stan arrived back at the Denbrough house a little later than he had initially expected, randomly deciding to bike around town for a while.

It was dark out when he got back, Mr and Mrs Denbrough not sparing him as much as a glance as he entered.

Bill was in his room, hunched over a notebook at his desk, writing as usual.

"Hey." Stan sighed, throwing himself onto the bed.

"Hi." Bill mumbled.

"How was work?"

Bill though for a moment before replying. "It w-was okay.. not a lot of customers, a woman glared at me f-for dropping her huge pile of change, as if it w-was my fault- like, lady j-just bring notes, i'm not an octopus!" He shrugged after a second, "Eds kept me c-company, though, Bev too, for an ow-hour."

"Yeah, the first week's aways rough." Stan huffed, throwing Bills old baseball into the air and catching it. "And let me tell ya, it does not get any better! Word from the wise, quit while you still can." He joked.

"Shut up." Bill chuckled.

"Was Eddie here earlier?" Stan asked, continuing to throw the ball up into the air, hoping it wont hit his face if he missed.

"Um.. y-yeah, how'd you know?"

"Educated guess." Stan shrugged. "Plus his windbreaker's on the floor over there."

Bill stayed quiet, the only sounds in the room being the quiet noise of pencil against paper, and Stan repeatedly catching the ball.

"I like Eddie.." Bill spoke up.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Stan laughed. "When are you gonna tell him?"

"Im n-not." Bill stated.

"You should."

"I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"It'll ruin everything," Bill shrugged. "He doesn't like me, he's not even gay.."

"Listen kid, Edward Kaspbrak is about as straight as a circle! I don't think he's ever even looked at a girl for more than ten seconds! Look, Bill, whatever stupid speech you've got bubbling up in that little head of yours, save it! I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? He likes you, man! Go for it!"

"I can't!" Bill huffed.

"Yes you can!"

"Look, Stan, I know you're trying to help, but I don't need your help! And- And even if he does like me, theres no guarantee he'll say yes to me asking him out! I mean, what about his mom?

"Fuck his mom! He doesn't need her!"

"Stan, He's scared of her for Christ's sake! Shes still manipulating him after all these years! She'll make some bullshit up about him being sick, and he'll believe her every word because for some twisted reason he loves her! So even if I tell him, and if he likes me too, theres nothing that we can do about it because apparently God favours drunks, straights and stoners, the rest of is can just piss off! so kindly Drop It! You're in no place to give me any advice because you're stuck in the same! damn! situation!" Bill snapped, hopefully not loud enough for his parents to hear, but loud enough to get his point across.