Henlo kewwie... I humbly request... stenbrough + “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
this is accidentally 5k so i’ve put it on Ao3 for ease of reading
SEPTEMBER 2011, the CAFETERIA of DERRY PUBLIC MIDDLE SCHOOL.
Stan wasn’t an unhappy child. Stan was perfectly ordinary. He played on the playground, he stayed up past his bedtime with a flashlight warming underneath his covers, he liked his friends, he liked cartoons and games and he especially liked his best friend; Bill Denbrough. Bill liked all of those things too. The difference was this; Bill laughed as he kicked his legs to propel himself into the air on the swing set - Stan’s brow furrowed in concentration. Bill smiled and laughed with his friends and tugged on their sleeves and pat their back and did all sorts of those things - Stan listened and let the feelings of joy glow inside of him rather than let them out.
Stan didn’t do this on purpose. He didn’t mean to look stoic. He never realised he didn’t smile much until one of Bill’s new friends - Richie Tozier - had brought it up at their lunch table. Stan was eating a fruit salad - apples slices first, then grape, then pineapple, then the watermelon. Bill was eating the same - only he gave his grapes to Stan because Bill didn’t like them. (He did - but grapes were Stan’s favourite).
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