#poor twins

[birddie-boogie]

Loneliness

Day 2

[radioactivedelorean]

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“You’re standing up for that idiot, then? Well, you can join him!” With a startled cry, Ford was grabbed and hauled outside, being flung onto the hard, cold pavement and landing next to his brother. He barely had time to sit up before a large, heavy duffel bag was thrown at him, knocking him onto his back and sending his glasses flying from his face. Both twins flinched as the door to the house was slammed shut in their faces.

“Oh yeah? Good riddance!” Stan shouted, getting to his feet and shaking an angry fist at the door. “We don’t need you anyway! Right Ford?!”

Stan waited a moment, but got no response. He turned around to find his brother sitting on the ground, tears running down his face. “Ford…?”

“W-we’re h-homeless…” Ford whimpered, choking back a sob. “We’ve got nowhere to go… that’s it…”

Stan frowned, kneeling down beside his brother. “Hey, it’s… it’s gonna be okay, alright? We’ve got the car, the boat and… and each other. That’s all we really need, right?”

Ford sniffed and rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. “W-what about school…? I’ve got exams coming up. All m-my books are in our bedroom.”

Stanley squeezed his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll work something out bro, alright? C’mon, let’s get in the car and off the dirty ground.” He helped Ford to his feet, frowning as he noticed his brother’s scraped and bloody palms. He grabbed both duffel bags and unlocked his car, tossing the bags into the trunk. Ford slid into the passenger’s seat while Stan got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Stan turned the car around and headed up the street towards the beach.

They drove in silence. Ford leaned his head against the cold glass of the window, staring out at the street that was no longer his home. Tears continued to trickle down his face. Stan looked over at him, resting one hand on his shoulder gently. Ford turned his head to look at his brother. Stan grinned at him, prompting a weak smile from Ford. Stan pulled to a stop at the parking lot by the beach. By this time of the evening, it was deserted. There was no one on the beach and no cars in the parking lot.

Stan turned the engine off and got out, letting the cool evening breeze flow through his hair. Ford was hesitant to get out of the car, still leaning against the window. Stan tapped on the glass, getting Ford’s attention. He gestured for his brother to join him as he leaned against the hood of the car, staring out at the inky blackness hovering over the ocean, the sun setting behind them. Ford got out the car and sat on the hood beside his brother, his hands around his arms. It was cold.

Stan cast him a glance. “You okay bud?”

“‘M cold, Stanley.” Ford sniffled. “I want to go home.”

Stan sighed. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t broken your project, neither of us would be in this mess.”

Ford swallowed. He wasn’t going to deny the fact it was true. “Pa overreacted. It’s his fault we’re out here.”

“He was right though,” Stan ran a hand through his hair, avoiding his brother’s look. “I’m a screwup. I ruined everything for both of us. I never meant for you to get kicked out, I swear. I could handle it if it was just me, but you too? Nah, he’s gone too damn far.”

Ford stayed silent for a moment, before he voiced the biggest concern either of them had. “What’s gonna happen now? Where will we sleep? What are we gonna do about food?”

Stan laid back on the hood of the car, looking up at the sky. Stars began to break through the darkness. “We’ll figure something out. We could always sleep on the boat. It’s watertight now and it’ll shelter us from wind and rain.”

“It’ll be cold, though.” Ford frowned. “I doubt Pa packed any warm winter clothing in those bags. The most we’ve probably got is one blanket between us.”

“Then we can make do, even if it means we have to wear every bit of clothing we own.” Stan said, sitting up straight again. He clapped Ford on the shoulder. “Come on, if we park the car inside that cave and then sleep inside it, we shouldn’t be at risk of getting robbed while we sleep.”

Ford nodded, sluggishly getting off the hood of the car and sitting in the passenger seat again. Stan got in and started the car again. He drove the car down the slope onto the beach. He drove along the sand until they reached the cave. They had already calculated that the high tide never got within reach of the cave, so the car would be safe from water damage or being blocked in by the ocean. They’d excavated the cave enough to get the boat out, so there was no doubt the car would fit inside too. Stan brought the car to a halt on the smooth rocks inside the cave, out of reach of the high tide, and turned the engine off, getting out.

Ford stepped out the car and went to collect the bags from the trunk. He started rummaging through them, looking for some warm clothes and a blanket. All he could find was one thin camping blanket and a sweatshirt each. He tossed one to Stan as he pulled the other over his head. It was dark by now and the temperature had dropped by a fair bit, especially since they were right by the sea. Ford found a lunchbox in each bag, packed full of biscuits and canned goods along with a can opener, two plates, some cutlery and a small gas cooker. He found a large bag of camping supplies in the trunk of the car, along with some money.  Ford couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Their mother had to have packed it, almost predicting her sons were going to need it.

Ford’s stomach growled, but he left the food in the trunk. He brought the blanket out and shut the trunk of the car. “This is all I found.”

Stan sighed. “It’ll have to do. What other choice do we have?”

Ford chewed his lip. Stan opened the door to the car and began adjusting the seats, tilting them all the way back to form a makeshift bed. He grabbed the duffel bags from the trunk and wedged them between the two seats to fill the gap between them. Ford laid down on one seat while Stan took the other. The younger twin pulled the blanket up over them, making sure the car doors were shut properly.

Ford could feel himself starting to shiver as the cold crept in. He was startled to feel Stan pull him into a hug. “You’re shaking like a leaf, Sixer,” he murmured into Ford’s ear.

“It’s freezing, Stanley!” Ford muttered back, but he was grateful for the extra warmth from Stan’s body. He curled up, his own arms sliding around his brother. Eventually, sharing body heat, the twins managed to drift off, temporarily dismissing the concerns of what the future had in store for them.

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@nour386

Filbrick needs to stop being such an ass to his kids

[wholesomey-artist]

NOT DREADWING

[choicest-fics]

Ohh the chapter was goodd

Now im thinking did the pm visited saeran and blackmail him somwhow..

Excited for the other chapers

You'll just have to wait and see! But good guess....

Thank you for letting me know about the chapter, wasn't sure about it.

[soooo-now-what]

Ugh, your favoritism is showing. 

[critroleooc-blog]

Oh look at me, digging in a muddy hole that leads to nowhere

Grog (Episode 44)

[lizgenoms]

Let me just enjoy this masterpiece.... What a vocal slayage... Heavens loveintheseeyesGrammy next year for Kelly, John and the writers (Ups, sorry TH twins, you are not invited to the party. Ha!)

[staybeautifulalways]

Fuck what kind of family makes these rules.