I can't stand it when Ford reads at night, he's always talking to himself like know one can hear him, he's always leaving a mess behind him and doesn't even bother to pick it up, and worse of all he's always clicking that damn pen. Not the pen!
I've been going nuts, Fiddleford is so hard to live with. His loud country swearings was cute at first now it's getting annlying, he's always playing that banjo when I'm trying to work, and all that knee slapping is starting to drive me insane.
Ford was at his desk working in the middle of the night while Fiddleford was trying to get some sleep. "No, that can't be it for Gandalf, maybe if he was to-" There he was clicking that darn pen again so furiously.
Fiddleford kept on moving around his bed, he tried to cover his head with the pillow, but he could hear that annoying sound. "Fooooord." He called.
"Yes Fiddle-Woah!" Ford turned his chair to see his friend looking like a corpse. "Fiddleford it's only September, besides you're too old for that-"
"Dangit Stanford! I'm not wearing makeup!" He took a deep breathe and rub his eyes. "I'm tired-"
"Oh, then go to bed." Ford said with no expression, Ford wasn't the kind of person who understood sarcasm or jokes. He took things...well...literal.
"Huh, Stanford...hehehe-" Fiddleford laughed softly still rubbing his eyes. "I can't, you and that pen have been keeping me up for days-" Fiddleford couldn't help but laugh at Ford's lack of jokes and sarcasm.
"What do you mean?" Ford asked with his eyes narrowed and his head tilted.
"How come you still look cute!? You never sleep!" Fiddleford clenched both his fists.
"I'm cute?" Ford tilted his head even farther.
Fiddleford turned around regretting the sudden comment. "That's not the point! Stanford, you need to sleep like the rest of us."
"W-Wha, well if it's going to be like that, you can't be doing all that loud country swearing, and all that banjo playing."
Fiddleford turned back around still trying to contain his anger a bit. "What!? What's wrong with me playing my banjo?" Fiddleford placed his hands on his hips.
"And what's wrong with me staying up at night?" Ford asked with arms crossed.
"Look at me!" Fiddleford raised his hands and pointed at his face. "It's effecting you too I bet, try standing up and walking around the room."
"Fine." Ford got up from his chair and almost lost his balance, he could barely walk around without trembling. "See, I'm fine. Now let me work. I'll stop making noise okay."
Ford went back to his desk without another word. Fiddleford still wasn't satisfied, he walked up behind Ford, ready to turn his desk. "Stanford-"
"What." Ford quickly answered before Fidds could say anything else.
"Stanford, you need your sleep! You're always falling asleep in class and because of that! We couldn't even go to the park yesterday.." Fiddleford lowered his head. He was so excited when Ford asked him to accompany him to the park but when he was ready Ford fell asleep and it was canceled.
Ford gasps when he recalled the incident. All he felt was guilt at that point, but his work was more important to him. "So! I'm a young man Fiddleford, not a kid!" Ford said looking straight at Fidds, he turned back to his work and without thinking he said "Besides, I'm pretty sure my work is more important than going on some date with an annoying hick."
Ford continued with his work, but when he heard sobbing from behind him, he turned his chair to see his dear friend crying. Trying his best to cover the tears Fiddleford said "F-Fine." Fiddleford turned and laid back down in bed, still sobbing. He turned to the wall so that he couldn't see Ford.
"Fiddleford, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I wasn't thinking straight-" Ford quickly ran to Fiddleford's bed.
"...No, you're right. I'm not worthy of wasting your time with." Fiddleford said with a cranky voice.
"Fiddleford please don't cry, I hate it when you cry-"
"Just leave me be!" He didn't yell very loudly he could barely get anything out his mouth without sounding like a baby.
Ford grew a frown on his face and went to bed. It took him a while to fall asleep that night, he felt too guilty.
Ford was the first to wake up, he quickly looked over at Fiddleford, he was still asleep. He felt terrible, what kind of person am I. He went out for a while and went to get something to cheer Fidds up. After about two hours Fiddleford woke up, he looked around to see if Ford was in sight.
"Stanfor-Oh why do I even bother, he's probably in the bathroom." Fiddleford said to himself. When he saw that the bathroom door was open he started to panic. "Stanford! He wouldn't go anywhere without telling me. Would he?"
Fiddleford saw a sheet of paper on Ford's bed that read "Flowers, Card, Chocolate no that's too much! Necklace."
"Wha-" The door opened to reveal Ford half frozen to death. Fiddleford turned around and crossed his arms still hurt from what happened last night.
"Fiddleford you're awake!" Ford said with a smile but his smile fell when Fiddleford only turned his head slightly to make a unpleasant look at Ford then he turned his head back. "Fiddleford, I'm so sorry." Ford walked up behind Fiddleford and hugged him from behind.
The sudden move made Fiddleford blush, he tried his best to resist. "Humph."
"Fiddleford." Ford said sweetly. He snuggled his head on Fiddleford's hair. "Uhh! What am I doing!? This is too much!"
Fiddleford started lean on Ford, finally excepting his affection, but Ford let go causing Fiddleford to fall on his butt. "Argh!" Fiddleford looked back up at Ford looking furious. He crossed his arms once again, looking even more upset than before.
Ford gave Fidds a nervous smile. "No, no, no, no! I'm so bad at this...I think he liked the hug...maybe if I.." Ford would do anything to cheer Fiddleford up now...anything. He sat on the floor behind Fiddleford and pecked him on the cheek.
Fiddleford blushed furiously. He quickly got up on his feet. "Argh! Are you trying to mess with my head Stanford! One minute you're showing affection the next you throw me away and make me feel like an idiot! Are you trying to hurt me mentally! Cau-Cause it's working! You monster!"
"Oh no, he hates me, he was the only person who understood me and now he hates me! I-I really do hurt everyone around me! Those kids were right! I can never be loved by anyone, no one! No one! The only person who actually cared about me was Stanley! And he's gone!"
For the first time Ford was crying. Tears quickly rushed down his face as he remembered all the horrible things kids used to call him.
"St-Stanford? Are you crying?" Fiddleford has never seen Ford cry, not at all.
"Fiddleford please-" Ford cried. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean any of it!" Ford sat on the floor crying helplessly, tears fell down his lap. "You're the only person who has ever even cared for me besides my brother. I'm sorry!"
Fiddleford hugged poor ol Ford, feeling sorry for the guy. "Stanford-"
"I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm so clumsy and stupid when I'm around you, I couldn't think! I didn't know what I was doing! I just wanted to cheer you up but I ended up hurting you even more like I always do!"
"Stanford-"
"I just thought if I..kissed you then-"
Fiddleford gasped at the sudden comment and let go of Ford and looked at him in the eyes looking confused.
"Then maybe..I could...Argh! I don't even know what I was thinking when I did that! I noticed that you liked affection and I-I-" Ford's tears dried up but he was flushing with embarrassment.
"Stanford. I forgive you-"
Ford gave Fiddleford a big hug, kinda squeezing him to death. "Huh, T-Thank you...Oh, I forgot-" Ford got up on his feet to get something from a bag he brought home with him. It was the necklace Fiddleford got from his mother.
"St-Stanford, how d-did you-" Fiddleford got up and ran to Ford with excitement.
"I bought this to cheer you up, it was expensive but it was worth-"
Fiddleford pulled Ford in for a hug. "Oh Stanford! Thank you. How did you know..." Fiddleford let go of Stanford. "You saw didn't you?" Fiddleford asked with his head lowered.
"Y-Yeah, I felt bad for not helping you."
"I'm sorry for making you feel that way earlier, you must've been through so much rejection."