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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ItΒ Β wasΒ Β somethingΒ Β sheΒ Β madeΒ Β aΒ Β habitΒ Β everΒ Β sinceΒ Β sheΒ Β startedΒ Β toΒ Β hangΒ Β outΒ Β withΒ Β himΒ Β -Β Β offerΒ Β toΒ Β makeΒ Β himΒ Β somethingΒ Β orΒ Β bringΒ Β himΒ Β aΒ Β snack.Β Β ItΒ Β becameΒ Β aΒ Β routineΒ Β forΒ Β herΒ Β andΒ Β somethingΒ Β sheΒ Β enjoyedΒ Β sinceΒ Β itΒ Β gaveΒ Β herΒ Β moreΒ Β ofΒ Β aΒ Β reasonΒ Β toΒ Β doΒ Β somethingΒ Β generousΒ Β forΒ Β people.Β Β FoodΒ Β broughtΒ Β peopleΒ Β together;Β Β thatΒ Β wasΒ Β howΒ Β sheΒ Β wasΒ Β taught,Β Β anyway.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β "Oh,Β Β uh...Β Β IΒ Β wasΒ Β justΒ Β offeringΒ Β ifΒ Β youΒ Β wantedΒ Β something.Β Β ForgotΒ Β yourΒ Β momΒ Β wasΒ Β home,"Β Β sheΒ Β said,Β Β rubbingΒ Β theΒ Β backΒ Β ofΒ Β herΒ Β neck.Β Β "IΒ Β mean...Β Β I'mΒ Β aΒ Β littleΒ Β hungry,Β Β butΒ Β IΒ Β don'tΒ Β mindΒ Β waiting."
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ItΒ Β wasΒ Β aΒ Β littleΒ Β embarrassingΒ Β toΒ Β forget,Β Β knowingΒ Β sheΒ Β hadΒ Β aΒ Β near-perfectΒ Β memoryΒ Β onΒ Β occasions.Β Β Though,Β Β sheΒ Β quietlyΒ Β keptΒ Β watchingΒ Β himΒ Β fiddleΒ Β withΒ Β theΒ Β stringsΒ Β onΒ Β hisΒ Β guitar,Β Β glancingΒ Β offΒ Β toΒ Β theΒ Β sideΒ Β inΒ Β lightΒ Β shame,Β Β "...sorry,Β Β heh.Β Β IΒ Β just...Β Β likeΒ Β doingΒ Β stuffΒ Β forΒ Β you,Β Β y'know?Β Β ForΒ Β anybody,Β Β butΒ Β makingΒ Β somethingΒ Β forΒ Β youΒ Β isΒ Β always...Β Β nice.Β Β InΒ Β aΒ Β way."
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"Yeah, but what happens when you drink? It stays. You make it stay and you... fucking reminisce about it. It happens every time, Stan. You're letting it hurt you when everybody else moved past it."
Her tone was strict, but not shouting. She was upset, and for good reason. This happened so continuously where he'd drink to forget all the things he had done, it only stacked up more and more. It made his "past" more worse to remember the more often he recalled it after drinking.
But one thing that really hurt was how this was hurting him. It never helped him to begin with, nor did it provide any help to push him past the previous memories he had about his history. Her brows furrowed, trying to hide the fact that she felt tears welling up in her eyes, huffing.
"...because you mean a lot to me, you idiot," she mumbled, nudging his arm. "I want you to look forward to something better. I wanna be there with you. You drink and I don't even... see you. You're not there. I miss out on seeing my best friend. You can kick the past off of your heels if you just keep walking. Why not just... keep walking with me?"
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"It'll hlp with the headache you're giving me," she grumbled, rubbing her forehead. "You calling him over and over is not gonna help, y'know. It makes him not wanna call you back."
On the other end, she took a seat in one of his chairs in the room and unwrapped her caprisun, taking a sip while he paced around with his phone in and a pouch in the other. With Stan's case, she did feel a little sorry, but she knew there was more. There was only a little bit of time before she could feel no more sympathy from this. She wanted to help, but how could she do that? This was a mess she doesn't intend to try and "fix".
Taking a sip, she sighed, pulling her legs up in the seat. "Stan, I think you should leave him alone for a few hours. Or a day, even. You keep calling him, and he'll just turn off his phone or something. Nothing's gonna fix if you keep yourself worked up over this."
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[ text : stan the chad ] whats better than donuts at 3 am? dw i wont be loud, i am a master of sneaking in
[ text : stan the chad ] i got the BEST donuts, trust
She was right about sneaking in. If she had to hide, she could sneak under the bed with how small she was. Quietly, she snuck up the stairs to not disturb anyone else in the house, opening the door and peeking around with a box of randomized donuts that she picked out on her way here, setting them on his bed.
"Told you I'd have some good stuff! How's the writing going?" She asked, tilting her head. "If you're up this late writing a song, you gotta get a snack in to keep you going."
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"Hey.. don't apologize, 'kay?" She assured him, pulling away as well. "I'm not upset. Cry as much as you need to. I'm here when you need somebody to lean on. I know what it's like with... with losing somebody emotionally."
That, she was too familiar with. Though, she wanted to focus more on him than herself, sitting next to him with a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. She was only beginning to notice just what kinds of things were happening between them, wedging that burnt bridge for them both. And he was right - she did know there was more to it than just Kyle not talking to him.
However, she was his friend. And if she was going to be the only one to him, then she was fine with that. Everybody deserves at least one friend, right?
"...it's okay to cry, Stan. To me, anyway. I don't know what everybody else thinks, but you need a time to let everything out, y'know?" She said. "And... well. I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll help you through this. You gotta have some stability to keep you going, right?"
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