Is Stanley the Author or is he the Grunkle? Who knows! Wrote this 2 days after the new episode aired and I'm still so happy oh my gosh

Enjoy!

Stanley didn't look up from his book when the front door slammed shut. It was probably his father coming home early from work. It was the usual in the Pines' house hold. He did look up, however, when his twin brother slammed open their bedroom door and rush over to his side of the room and bury himself under the covers.

Stanley set the bookmark between two of the pages he had been reading and set it down before sliding off of his bed, then carefully making his way over to the others. "Stanford…?"

"Go away." Came the muffled answer.

"What happened?" Stanley asked as he took a seat beside the lump on the bed.

The lump grunted. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Was it those bullies again?"

Silence filled the room all except for the ticking owl clock out in the hall. Stanley waited patiently until the lump of his brother let out a quiet,"…yes."

Stanley sighed a little. This was a normal thing that also happened in the Pines' household, though it wasn't his brothers fault. Stanford wasn't one to pick fights, usually sticking to being alone or going on adventures that Stanley dragged him into. He was a timid, noodle armed, softie and got picked on a lot for it, not that Stanley was one to talk. He was liked to be read and go after creatures that probably didn't exist in this town.

"Did they hurt you anywhere?" Stanley inquired softly.

"My face hurts from when they threw a dodge ball at my face but it'll go away," Stanford replied.

"Stan, maybe you should try out that self defense class Dad was-"

Stanford rapidly shook his head under the covers. "No! Then I would have to tell Papa I got beat up again and he'll yet at me again! Why give him anymore reason to hate me…?"

"Stanford he doesn't hate you…!" Stanley exclaimed, eyes widened behind his glasses.

"Then why does he treat me like everyone else does?"

Stanley didn't answer, hating the way his brother's voice sounded so broken. He shouldn't have to feel this way. No one does. Stanley wants his brother to stand up for himself but he doesn't want their father beating him down for something he couldn't help! There had to be a way…\p

"You know maybe I could join the class too…" Stanley started, watching the form squirm under the covers and familiar brown eyes framed by square glasses peek out. He could see some traces of him crying. \p

"But you don't care about sports," Stanford stated with an eyebrow curiously raised.

Stanley shrugged. "Neither do you, but maybe Dad wouldn't be so hard on you if I joined too."

"Do you even know a thing about boxing?"

"Eh I could read a book about it."

"Nerd."

"Scaredy cat."

"Hey!"

Stanley laughed and both brothers enjoyed the silence for a bit until the bed shifted and Stanford sat up, hand still clutching at the blankets held to his chest.

Stanford bit his bottom lip. "Would you really do that…?"

Stanley smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'd do anything for you. Even embarrass myself in a boxing ring."

Stanford grinned back. "Thanks, Stanley."

"Hey, what are brothers for?"