BEHOLD! My second chapter! Hope you people like it.
Tbh I wasn't expecting anyone to favorite this, that made me so happy! :D
I don't remember if I said it already, but I'm making this somewhat dark, or very dark. I'm still thinking about it.
Warning: Sexual harassment in this chapter.
It had been two days since Ford kissed him and Stan was feeling emotionally confused about the whole ordeal. Brothers weren't supposed to share feelings like that, everyone knew that.
He didn't like Ford like that, right?
He couldn't.
He loved him like a brother, the way it should be. Then why the unsettling feeling in his stomach?
Poor Stanford had been apologizing every time he got the chance. They were always silent around each other but that was only because this made Stan think so much and Ford tried to figure out a way to explain the incident.
Ford felt really bad for kissing his own sibling, it wasn't right. What the hell was he thinking? If only he didn't act on impulse, or have those stupid thoughts in the first place, things wouldn't be how they are at this very moment.
"Poindexter." Lee called from his side of the room. Ford was pulled from his thoughts and turned from the desk he was sitting in to look in the direction of his brother. It looked like he was trying to do his homework; most likely not because when does Stan do work?
"Yeah?"
"Why did you kiss me that day?"
Shit. Just when Ford was beginning to get over it, Stanley just HAD to bring it up.
"I mean it's no big deal, I just wanted to know the reason behind it, if you even had one at all."
Ford was currently fighting with himself. One part of him want to just downplay it as an experiment, just to see what it was like, and the other part wanted to confess his love for him. The second option was pretty risky, so Ford went with the first thought on impulse.
"Well... I just wanted to show you that I loved you..." Good job Stanford Pines, that wasn't the route he intended to take, but it's too late to back out now.
"...Uh-huh..."
Eyes studied Ford's face then slowly turned back to his textbook without another word.
Ford wanted to cry. His brother hated him for sure, he just felt it. Heaving a sigh, he put away his books into his bag and prepared for sleep. Stan did the same.
A textbook was thrown onto the floor and they both climbed in their seperate beds. "Welp, g'night Sixer."
"Good night, Lee."
The teen faced the ceiling, unable to sleep. There was too much on his mind. Car alarms went off in the distance, people were yelling at one another for things he couldn't make out.
A low groan escaped from his lips. He sat up and rubbed his temples in frustration.
School was tomorrow, he really didn't want to go, but if he skipped then surely the principal would call their house.
What to do?
There was nothing that could be done, except take it like every other day. Be like Lee, he hardly complains about his days. Why couldn't Ford be that strong willed?
Being him seriously sucked.
Another sigh escaped him and he fell asleep for the night, upset.
It was fourth period, Chemistry class. Today was an odd day for the Pines twins.
No one bothered them, no tripping, no shoving, no hate messages taped to their locker.
Nothing.
It was an oddly quiet Monday for them.
"Sixer."
"Hmm?"
"Don't you think this is too weird? I mean, no one even spoke to us today, that's gotta be something bad doesn't it?" As much as he tried not to show it in front of Ford, Stanley was scared. Usually something happens by now, he had a very bad feeling about this.
"Just keep an eye out, they're bound to do something." The teen went back to taking notes, and Stan redirected his attention to the window, watching the janitor clean the pavements of the school entrance.
By lunch time the twins were on the edge of their seats, flinching at every move someone made around them, the little things.
The cafeteria was pretty empty - more emptier than usual. A lot less kids were eating indoors today. Ford took note of that.
The bell would ring in a few minutes, if it would just stay this way unil-
A few seniors approached them, standing right behind Stanley. They were just...standing there. Ford fearfully looked at the older group of boys that were smirking, clearing getting a satisfaction from scaring him.
"So losers, how's your day been so far?" One of them spoke, causing the others to howl with laughter as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
Stan growled, turning around to meet the older kids. "What the hell do you guys want?" He spat.
Here it comes.
"Relax stupid. We just wanted to check up on you two." The same boy mocked. Two more boys started touching him. One ruffled Stan's hair and the other began rubbing the poor boy's thighs tantalizingly slow. Lee's head dropped, his body shook slightly. Stanford couldn't do anything to help.
The older teens never went this far before, sure they've gotten physical, countless times, but never anything as disgusting as this.
They've reached a new low.
Tears threatened to spill as he helplessly watched his brother get sexually harassed.
Stan's eyes went wide staring at the hand inching its way closer to his groin.
The leader of the group bent down, lean into the side of Lee's face, tightly gripped a fist full of his hair and licked the shell of his ear. Stan visibly shivered and tried to pull out of their grasp, but failed horribly as they held him in place. Big hands fondled with the button and zipper of his pants.
Why was nobody seeing this? People must've thought they were just having a little chat. Is that why no one came to help?
Stanford stared at his lap, fiddling with his six fingered hands.
After what felt like an eyernity, the bell finally rang. Thank heaven's too, Stanley couldn't handle any more of this assault. The boys left and most of the room was cleared, Stanley didn't move from his spot, neither did Stanford.
Five minutes passed, Ford finally spoke up, trying to pull Stan from his thoughts.
"Lee..." The teen looked up at his brother.
"...Yeah?" His voice was shaky. Ford never felt more shitty than at this point now. What kind of sibling allows this to happen? And in front of him no less.
"Wanna go home?"
Stan nodded, still feeling hands on his body. He fastened his pants again, rising slowly from the table, exiting the vacant lunchroom to grab their things to leave.
Once inside the car, Stanley did nothing except stare at the steering wheel, mind racing over the previous events that occurred not even twenty minutes ago.
"Lee...are you okay?"
'Of course he's not, idiot.' Ford mentally slapped himself for not thinking that question through.
Stanley wanted to say yes. He truly did, but when he tried to answer his brother, the tears that were threatening to spill, fell from his eyes and nothing but sobs came out of him. Two shaky hands made their way to his face as he wiped the falling tears from his cheeks, only to be replaced with more tears. Giving up, Stan wept into the palms of his hands, gross sobs filling the silence between them as Ford could only look at his brother sorrowfully, tears leaking from his own face as well.
Stanley was crying.
Not just tears; a complete break down.
Some brother he was.
Stanford comforted Stanley as best he could, enveloping him in a hug, allowing snot and tears to stain his blue shirt.
He'd been crying for a solid twelve minutes before the choking sobs turned into whimpers, then died altogether. Stan pulled away and wiped his face with his sleeve. He couldn't help but laugh at the mess he left behind on Ford's shirt.
"Thanks Stanford."
A smile spread across Ford's lips seeing his brother better now.
"Let's go home now." The car was started, Stan pulled out of the parking lot ans headed for home.
Poor boys.
If you haven't been able to tell, I love making my favorite characters suffer.
I haven't gotten anything negative, or positive feedback at all so I'm assuming it's not a bad thing.
Bonus note: I'm currently collaborating with a friend with a friend on a lemon and if I like how it turns out, then I'll put it in the story...just as soon as I figure out where it fits. OH and before I forget, I'm also working on a Fiddlestan fanfic while I'm writing this story, but it won't be published it until this one is further down the line.
I am fandom trash I know. uvu
Anyways I'm off to start chapter three!
