Mana here. I wrote this in PE today. Yeah, I've never been stung by a bee before, so I don't know if I'm allergic or not. I hate bees, and I think they're really, really scary. So…please enjoy.

Bees

Stan had always hated bees. They're mean little bastards, he'd say. He had never gotten stung by one, so he doesn't know if he's allergic or not.

That made them a thousand times scarier.

After school on Wednesday Kyle decided to take Stan over to Stark's Pond just to chill.

"I'm bored," Stan sighed.

"Hey, let's see how high we can throw rocks at that tree over there," Kyle suggested.

"Sure."

Anything will do right now.

Stan threw a rock up at the higher branch; he was always good when it comes to height.

Kyle on the other hand, didn't throw quite as high, but when it came to shooting holes in the leaves with rocks, he was on top of that.

This event out of boredom came to be the funnest thing they've thought of all day.

Then Kyle threw a rock, but it didn't make a swishy sound like it would if it hit the leaves.

They stayed silent for a while, waiting to see what would happen next.

Something wasn't right; unless it wasn't the leaves he had hit.

Then came the buzzing sound.

Stan's heart rate accelerated.

Shit.

"Kyle you hit a fucking hive!"

"Run!" Kyle yelled.

Kyle proceeded forward but then Stan lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.

"GET DOWN!"

He tried his best to cover his friend with his entire body. Soon enough, the bees began to make their blows.

Stan yelped as the first sting landed on his tender neck.

He clutched harder onto Kyle as more pricks followed, mostly on his back.

"Fuck," he grunted through tears of pain, "FUCK!!"

The bees continued to show no mercy.

"OW GODDAMMIT!!!"

Time flew and so did the bees. Soon enough the stinging decimated until they were completely gone.

Stan's grip on Kyle loosed. Kyle wriggled out from under Stan's weight.

"What the FUCK were you thinking Stan?" Kyle's face was red and tears had fallen down his cheeks.

"You—" Stan panted, "you can't outrun bees. T-they'll chase you a-and g-get p-p-pissed off."

"I know! But you…I thought you where scared of bees."

"Yeah," Stan sat up, cringing, "I am. They're mean bastards. Ow."

Kyle took Stan's jacket and shirt off to examine his back. It was red and bumpy and he could feel the barbed stingers poking out as he ran his hand across.

"Oh, Stan," Kyle whispered through tears.

"Kyle," Stan breathed.

"Yes?"

"Hell's Pass. Now."

And then he fainted.

-Three days later-

Stan had survived the assault, but was subjected to baking soda baths for the next couple weeks. It wasn't terribly uncomfortable, but his mom had to give them to him, so it was slightly awkward.

And because his back was still numbed by all the venom from the stingers, he had to have it rubbed to get the feeling back. It was a good thing Kyle was there every night to do so.

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I realize that given Stan's situation in real life, he would have died. So don't go pissing off bees, ok?

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