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     Stanley’s grades have improved significantly with Bill’s tutoring and patience. But it’s never enough. Filbrick Pines was a man with a sharp tongue and a taste for the sauce. Not so much a parent as a task master. Always comparing Stanley and Stanford. Making sure Stanley knows he’s the lesser twin and that he has no expectations for Stan to go anywhere. Having had enough one night, Stanley call’s Bill’s house to say he’s headed to the beach if Bill needs him and trudges out. He sits on the deck of the Stan O’ War, shoulders hunched, taking deep breaths trying to stuff down the urge to cry.

     Within twenty minutes of Stan getting there, Bill, sensing from the call that something was wrong comes up behind him, sitting next to him. He puts an arm around Stanley’s shoulders, looking over concerned. Stan turns and buries his face in Bill’s chest. His body quakes and he sobs into the soft silk of the vest. Bill’s fingers card through Stanley’s hair and he holds him close. “Oh Stanley… I’m sorry you hurt this much...” Bill is useless with emotions but he has to try. Stanley’s ego has always been a fragile thing and here it was shattered like a tea cup. He would try to glue the shattered pieces back together and paint the cracks over in brighter colors.

     “Bill…” Stan’s voice is quiet, hoarse from screaming at his father, and choked up. “...Why me and not Sixer?” He looks up catching the golden Gaze. “How can you love a good for nothing punk like me? I’m not smart, I’m not handsome, I’m nothing….”

     Bill looks stunned for a moment. “Stanley… How can you say that?” He rests his chin on top of Stan’s head, holding him close. “You were the first person to ever stand up for me. I went through half a dozen schools and not once did anyone think it was appropriate to help me. I come here, to this decrepit little town and your ramshackle high school… I expected the cycle to start again. Out of no where came you. Crampelter turned tail and ran, and you stayed with me the entire day to keep it that way...” he gently wipes Stan’s eyes. “You did it and expected nothing in return.”

     “You did what was right, it doesn’t matter whether you did it for me or because you hated him. You never asked me for money, or prestige, you didn’t even want the help with schoolwork at first. And then you became my friend. I haven’t had one since… well...” he taps his forehead above the eyepatch. “You stuck out your neck for me. And stayed by me, to your own detriment. You accepted the consequences of befriending me. Stanford is highly intelligent yes. But you have a warm heart and I’ll take that over brains any day.”

     Stan swallows around the lump in his throat. “…I really needed to hear that...” his voice cracks, and he leans up to lightly press his lips against the blond’s. A chaste thank you, before looking away, teary eyed and red faced.

     Bill’s arms go around Stan’s waist and he closes his eye. “I’m sorry that you had to ask. I’m not particularly gifted at expressing my emotions… But I do love you. My chest aches when you aren’t there. You’re the first and last thing I think about every day. You’re the only light I have found in the emptiness of the universe. The only person who matters to me. The entire world could burn to ash around us and none of it would matter as long as I have you at my side.”

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Slow Burn, teenage angst, and feels.

Obviously used a similar set up for the BG as the Noordwijk Picture, but that was cuz it's almost midnight and I wanted to be done for the moment.

Description

     Stanley’s grades have improved significantly with Bill’s tutoring and patience. But it’s never enough. Filbrick Pines was a man with a sharp tongue and a taste for the sauce. Not so much a parent as a task master. Always comparing Stanley and Stanford. Making sure Stanley knows he’s the lesser twin and that he has no expectations for Stan to go anywhere. Having had enough one night, Stanley call’s Bill’s house to say he’s headed to the beach if Bill needs him and trudges out. He sits on the deck of the Stan O’ War, shoulders hunched, taking deep breaths trying to stuff down the urge to cry.

     Within twenty minutes of Stan getting there, Bill, sensing from the call that something was wrong comes up behind him, sitting next to him. He puts an arm around Stanley’s shoulders, looking over concerned. Stan turns and buries his face in Bill’s chest. His body quakes and he sobs into the soft silk of the vest. Bill’s fingers card through Stanley’s hair and he holds him close. “Oh Stanley… I’m sorry you hurt this much...” Bill is useless with emotions but he has to try. Stanley’s ego has always been a fragile thing and here it was shattered like a tea cup. He would try to glue the shattered pieces back together and paint the cracks over in brighter colors.

     “Bill…” Stan’s voice is quiet, hoarse from screaming at his father, and choked up. “...Why me and not Sixer?” He looks up catching the golden Gaze. “How can you love a good for nothing punk like me? I’m not smart, I’m not handsome, I’m nothing….”

     Bill looks stunned for a moment. “Stanley… How can you say that?” He rests his chin on top of Stan’s head, holding him close. “You were the first person to ever stand up for me. I went through half a dozen schools and not once did anyone think it was appropriate to help me. I come here, to this decrepit little town and your ramshackle high school… I expected the cycle to start again. Out of no where came you. Crampelter turned tail and ran, and you stayed with me the entire day to keep it that way...” he gently wipes Stan’s eyes. “You did it and expected nothing in return.”

     “You did what was right, it doesn’t matter whether you did it for me or because you hated him. You never asked me for money, or prestige, you didn’t even want the help with schoolwork at first. And then you became my friend. I haven’t had one since… well...” he taps his forehead above the eyepatch. “You stuck out your neck for me. And stayed by me, to your own detriment. You accepted the consequences of befriending me. Stanford is highly intelligent yes. But you have a warm heart and I’ll take that over brains any day.”

     Stan swallows around the lump in his throat. “…I really needed to hear that...” his voice cracks, and he leans up to lightly press his lips against the blond’s. A chaste thank you, before looking away, teary eyed and red faced.

     Bill’s arms go around Stan’s waist and he closes his eye. “I’m sorry that you had to ask. I’m not particularly gifted at expressing my emotions… But I do love you. My chest aches when you aren’t there. You’re the first and last thing I think about every day. You’re the only light I have found in the emptiness of the universe. The only person who matters to me. The entire world could burn to ash around us and none of it would matter as long as I have you at my side.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slow Burn, teenage angst, and feels.

Obviously used a similar set up for the BG as the Noordwijk Picture, but that was cuz it's almost midnight and I wanted to be done for the moment.