✸fourteen✸

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stan woke up.

he remembered bill was in his arms.

he almost screamed but he didn't.

he looked down at bill.

he was sleeping so peacefully, he didn't wanna wake him up.

stan pushed a hair out of his face slowly.

he saw the bruise on bill's cheek.

looking at it always made me angry.

how could someone do this to such an innocent person.

he looked at him for a while and smiled.

"i don't think i've ever met someone as cute as you."

stan said.

bill groaned a bit.

he moved around.

his eyes flustered open.

he looked over to see stan, staring at him.

"hi..."

bill said.

"hi."

stan signed smiling.

bill looked up at his hair.

he pushed it back.

"i forgot my hwair gets super messy in the morning."

bill said.

stan laughed.

he tapped on bill.

bill looked over at him.

stan just waved his hands around sorta saying like "it's fine."

bill went over to stan's night stand.

he grabbed his hearing aid.

he tucked it behind his ear.

"sorry."

bill said.

"bill, if you say sorry again i'm going to- i'm gonna do something big."

"oh yeah, like what?"

bill said teasing.

"you won't hear from me again, i'll leave and never speak to you again."

"oh you'd do twhat? really...?"

"yeah."

bill giggled.

"then sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, and sorry."

"alright, im leaving."

stan said.

stan got up.

"no!"

bill said grabbing onto his arm.

"then you better stop saying sorry."

"sorry for sorry."

"no, don't say it at all."

"im not sorry then."

"good."

stan sat down.

"you wanna go back home? it's six am, i sorta woke you up."

"oh... right. okay, swure."

bill said.

bill got up.

"im gonna go gwet my better hearing aids today hopefully."

bill said.

"yay! i'm glad."

bill nodded.

"i'll see you later stan, twhanks for having me over."

bill said walking away.

stan remembered his bike was in his trunk.

stan got up, and grabbed his keys.

"wait bill! i have the keys to get your bike."

bill didn't hear what he said since he was so far away. 

so he just stood next to the trunk.

stan went up to him.

"i'm getting your bike. and, your wearing my clothes."

bill looked down.

"oh! i'm sworry i-

"what did i tell you, don't say sorry unless you really are."

stan said grabbing bill's bike.

"do you want ywoure clothes back?"

"keep it."

stan said giving bill his bike.

"be careful okay? see you later."

bill waved good bye and drove off.

stan watched as she hiked away.

he watched until bill was out of view.

he walked into his house, into his room, and on his bed.

he smiled.

"oh my god.."

stan couldn't stop smiling he was so happy.

he laid in his bed only staring at ceiling recapping in his head what just happened yesterday.

bill arrived home.

he quietly opened up the door to his house.

thankfully his mom was asleep.

bill went up the stairs.

"bill?"

bill didn't hear this voice so he kept going up the stairs quietly.

when he looked up he saw georgie standing there with a teddy bear in his hand.

bill fell backward creating a loud thump.

bill got up quickly.

he grabbed georgie and put him in his room.

he shut the door.

"what are you doing up so ewarly georgie!?"

"what are you doing up so early...?"

georgie asked.

"i- i went out for a walk."

"you never do that, and what are you wearing, you don't even like the color orange. you've never-

georgie stopped and thought for a while.

"you snuck out somewhere did you."

bill put his hand on georgies mouth.

"enough georgie! i don't want mwom hearing."

"oh trust me, she probably already heard you falling down onto the floor."

bill rolled his eyes.

"keep your mwouth shut and don't say anything please!"

bill said.

"fine..."

georgie said sighing.

"i'm going back to bed, see you."

georgie said.

he walked away into his room.

bill shut his door quietly and sighed.

he pushed himself behind the door falling to the ground.

"that was cwlose."

bill said getting up and getting in bed.

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