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Stanley had been driving for hours now.. Not like it was unusual, he's used to being on the roads for long with no stops but he had to make a stop for the night, he needed to take a leak and if he's lucky fill up on some water or food. Thankfully he saw some lights ahead, it looked like… some festival? He wasn't sure exactly but it looked promising, hopefully they would let him stop by.
He soon approached and it seemed open to everyone, he parked by the side and hopped out, he hoped he looked somewhat decent… he decided he could have a bit of fun tonight until he leaves in the morning. He opened the back seat and grabbed some button up shirt, he had clean pants on already (thank that laundromat he passed by) he quickly threw off his shirt and slid the new one over his head, he fixed it and thought it was good enough.
Stanley walked into the bar and first searched for a bathroom, thankfully he did and made his way through the doors, the bathroom seemed empty which he was kinda grateful for and quickly did his business. He washed his hands and soon left, not really having any other reason for being in there. Stan stuffed his hand into his pockets and saw he had a good 33.53 bucks on him, rare and he knew he had to use this wisely.
He walked over to the bar and sat down next to some guy, he had dark brown hair, a little darker than his own, he had multiple piercings, one on his nose, one on his eyebrow, he had snake bites and 2 in his ear, who knows if he had any more. His hair was covering part of his face.. Emo looking guy… literally, he had a ripped skull shirt with ripped jeans. Though he didn't look bad at all, he decided to spike up a conversation with the guy.
“Uh hey, you know what the whole deal is here?” Stan spoke, hoping this isn't some angry guy that would punch him just by speaking. He seemed just a bit smaller than him, he could take him in a fight… probably.
The guy turned to stanley while he took a sip of his drink, he set it down and looked him up and down. He smiled and spoke; “oh yeah, The Hay Day celebration, it's just a yearly event, you aren't here for it?” He asked with slight confusion in his voice, he took another sip of his drink, waiting for an answer.
Stan rubbed his neck with one of his hands and waved the other awkwardly. “Eh, no, not exactly, I'm just on the road and happened to come across this, it seems fun though.” He said as he looked off to the area where it seemed everyone had been dancing, quickly looking back and ordering a light drink. He turned back to the man.
“So do you come to these usually?” he asked as he was handed his own drink, taking a quick sip. The man smiled and shook his head. “Nah not usually, I'm here for my friend actually, technically ex but we're closer than anything. He loves these kinds of things and invited me to join, though you can see he's not here.” He pointed to the dance where Stan assumed the other guy was at. “Oh right, what's your name? I’m Carter.” He smiled as he held a hand out. Stan finally had a name to add to the face.
He thought for a moment, eh he wasn't gonna see this guy again anyway. “I’m.. Stevan, nice to meet you Carter.” He replied as he shook his hand, well Stevan is who he is tonight. Stan turned to look at all the people dancing, they all were pretty good, some kids having fun, girls dancing with their partner, and the solo dancers. Stan and Carter were both watching till Stan's eyes caught one solo dancer in particular.
He was tall with dirty blonde hair, it swooped perfectly over his face as he had a low button up green shirt with some funky pattern, he had some bell bottom jeans with boots with a pretty design. He wasn't sure what caught his eye but before he knew it his eyes were glued onto the other. He had the best moves out of everyone there and not to mention looked the best… Carter looked at Stan and then at the other male and smiled. He moved a bit closer to Stan and pointed at the guy. “Huh you staring at him? Green shirt?”
Stan jumped from his gaze and looked at the other, he stammered a bit before finding his words. “Oh uh- yeah. Yeah I guess so.” He said before avoiding both Carter's gaze and the other dancer. Carter gave a grin as he sipped from his glass cup. “Heh that's my friend I was tellin’ you about. He's got good moves huh? What, you think he's cute?” He said with a grin, just trying to mess with ‘Stevan’. And it did work a bit. Stan opened his mouth but no words came out, closing it just seconds after. Finally he did say something.
“Well your friend is a good dancer that's all, and a fuckin hippie at that.” Stan rolled his eyes and he took a chug of his drink. Carter just snickered and nodded. After a few minutes of chilling Carter excused himself and walked off, leaving Stan alone.
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Stanley decides to go out for a smoke, the lights and noise was getting a bit much for him anyway. He walked out and found a nice quiet area, close to his car but not far enough from the people. Just so he could hear his damn thoughts. He pulled out his pack and grabbed a cigarette, damn he's on his last 2. He can buy more later. He pulled out his lighter and lit his cig, putting his free hand into his pocket. He looked at his car and thought if he needed gas, well if he did he probably could find one to his next stop. He got lost in his thoughts for a few good minutes till one name broke him.
“Stanferd?” Stan nearly dropped his cigarette and looked around, genuinely thinking Ford was near but, only person he had seen was that same solo dancer from earlier. He sighed slightly, but then gave a confused look. “Uh.. I'm sorry..?” was all Stan could say, was he talking about his brother, Ford? Or some other person? If so, how'd he know his brother?? Now the other was confused.
“Stanferd, do ya really not recognize me?” he asked, Stan standing there for a moment, not really knowing what to do but then he got an idea. If this guy knew Ford then… Stan put the cig in his mouth and lifted both his hands up, showing the other his 10 fingers, and that cleared it up with the look on the other's face, he put his hands back down and took the cigarette out of his mouth. He looked embarrassed then confused again. “I'm sorry but- you look jus’ like him!” He said as he started to mess with his shirt nervously.
“Stanford.. Pines right? How do you know him?” Stan asked, if he knows him maybe he knows how he's doing. The man smiled and put his hand into his pocket. “Ah we were college roommates, haven't spoken much since we graduated though, ‘ts a shame really.” Stan smiled knowing he graduated, well of course he did, he's a genius.. Stan's thoughts were broken when the other spoke up again. “So… how do you know him? I mean you look just like him.”
Stan rubbed his neck, he smoked his cigarette and sighed. “He's my uh, the guys my brother” Stan said flatly as he faced away. The other male's eyes lit up and smiled. “Oh! So are you.. Shermie? That's yer name right?”
Stan wanted to laugh, the man seemed so sure in himself, Stan grinned and shook his head. “No wrong one, I'm Sta-Stevan. His twin brother.” Stan quickly realized Ford most likely never mentioned him, he felt a bit embarrassed since he thought Ford mentioned him. Well of course he wouldn't, but still not even a word..? Stan shook his head and brushed it off. “Ah well anyway, what brings you out here? Seems like you were having fun in there.” He grinned as he brought the cigarette to his lips.
The other guy smiled and leaned against a wall behind them, Stan hadn't noticed but the man had a beer and he watched him pop it open with his belt. He didn’t want to admit it but it was doing something for him. Stan quickly cleared his thoughts as the man spoke. “Yeah I was havin’ fun, but ya know, every guy needs a break. I just so happened to hear that someone had fancied my dancin’.” The man gave a teasing smile to the other as he took a sip from his beer, definitely catching Stan by surprise.
A light blush formed on Stan's face from embarrassment, that prick Carter snitched him out. He did a half assed laugh as he ‘glared’ at the man. “You just have good moves, that's all. Come to think of it, you haven't told me your name?”
The man looked at Stan, and he smiled. “Keep talkin’ with me and maybe I will.” He took a sip of his beer as Stan gave a ‘what the fuck do you mean’ kind of look. “What- why won’t you just tell me your damn name? You some undercover cop or something?”
The man near choked on his drink from laughing, he waved his hand. “No ‘course not, just it'd be fun to see ya’ work for it.” He gave a playful grin as he looked back at the bar. Stan gave an annoyed look but decided to play along, he tossed his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.
“So. You're some cowboy or whatever? Cowboy hippie?” Stan asked, half curious and half trying to rile him up. The man smiled, looking down at his outfit and back at the source of noise. “I reckon you could say that, I mean I did grow up on a hog farm and go to all kinds of ‘cowboy’ events.” He said as he took another sip of his beer.
He looked at Stan and pointed at him with the beer in his hand. “So what's yer’ deal here? You definitely ain't no guy that would join these kinda things.” the man asked, he was right, Stan isn't the kind of guy that would join an event like this, and he probably won't go to another unless he had to.
“Right about that, I'm just stopping by for a bit before I head back to my car to sl- find some motel to sleep in for the night. 'm just on the roads.”
The man clearly wanted to ask more but decided against it, nodding in response. “Mm, would ya be up for a dance?” He asked with a smile, Stan gave a surprised look and shook his head. “Oh no, I uh, I can't dance like anyone in there.” The taller man quickly got a determined look. Uh oh.
“Aw come on, a fella like you could do well on the floor.” Stan was gonna protest but he didn't think it would go anywhere. He sighed and pulled some money out of his pocket.
“I'll get a drink and then I'll do it.” The man smiled and quickly chugged the rest of his beer and tossed it in a trash that was a good few feet away, honestly surprising Stan. But before he could say anything he was being dragged back inside, well hopefully whatever drink he buys himself will get him drunk enough to feel no embarrassment.
One drink later, he wasn't wasted, doesn’t help he has a pretty high tolerance. The other male had bought it for him even if he tried to protest but he wasn't too upset, saved his ass some money at least. As the two walked to the floor, Stan saw the Carter guy from earlier, he gave him a glare and Carter just grinned, almost laughing once he turned away. On the other hand when he looked around he saw a few people shocked and whisper to each other, what the hell was that about? He's not known around here, right??
He moved closer to the other and whispered. “Uh. Dude. Why the fuck are people looking at me like this?” the man turned to Atan and then looked around, he smiled and whispered back.
“I dont usually dance with others, so they probably think yer somethin special.” Stan felt his face flush a light red, special? He ain't special in any way. But if he doesn't dance with others often then why was he some exception? He hasn't even seen him dance.
“So you are some famous guy?” Stan asked, why would people care so much if some ordinary person was dancing with someone like him.
The guy snickered and shook his head. “I don’t think I'm ‘famous’, I just come to these places a lot so people know me. Tha’s all.”
“Well, why dance with me out of everyone here? You could find a better dance partner real fast..” Stan said, still trying to get out of it. The man didn't look back and kept walking. “I just have a good feelin’ about ya!” And once he said that they stopped, being on the edge of the dance floor, probably finding a good spot. And once he did, he pulled “Stevan” with. Well. he's in it now.
Stan was quickly put onto the floor with the man he still hadn't known the name of, was he really about to do this? He tried following the man's own rhythm although with hesitant steps. The man that he was holding onto gave him a reassuring smile, holding onto his hand tighter. They went slowly first, dancing around each other with the rhythm. Stan stared down at their feet, trying to understand what steps to take- when to take them. The taller man gently put his hand on Stan's chin and moved his head up so he would look at him. Stan felt his body nearly fall weak from it. they began to flow with each other, Stan stumbling here and there but the stable balance that the man gave him, made him more confident in his ability.
Stanley could feel the eyes on them but at this point he didn't care, he was having fun and he could die of embarrassment in his car later. Stan was happy he hadn't made them both fall to the floor, at least yet. He looked down to make sure his feet were right but before he knew it again he was brought back up to look at the man he's dancing with. He felt his heart flutter looking into his eyes.. Stan nearly wanted to- well he didn't know, but he wanted to do something that he would regret.
His body went to autopilot as he just stared dumbly at the man. The other just smiled in response. Stan was quickly spun around, crashing his thoughts and right as he thought he was gonna fall the other caught him, both pretty close to the ground. Stan looked down and then realized how heavy he probably was, the man was noticeably smaller than him. Though when he looked back at the other he was surprised to see that he didn't seem to be struggling at all.
They stayed like that for just a few seconds before he was pulled up, if Stan was gonna stoop low, it definitely would be now. Falling for some guy he's just met. He barely even knows him, he cannot be falling that easy. He quickly cleared his thoughts and the two continued.
Soon enough they both were tired and moved back to the bar, sitting down with Carter who had 2 drinks for both of them. “Hope you like that one Stevan, wasn't sure what you like.” He said as he took a sip of his own. Stan took the drink and took a sip, he smiled as he turned in his seat. “Yeah this is good, thanks man.” Carter smiled, happy he chose right. Fiddleford took a small sip from his own drink and set it down.
“Hey carts, how bout I drive? You had more to drink than me” Stanley decided to zone out on their conversation as it didn’t concern him, and instead his mind kept replaying every look the other guy gave him and how his hands felt on him, he hadn't had a gentle touch in so long and.. It was nice, definitely gonna be missed. Before he got too deep in thought he heard his name well, his fake one, he looked at the two guys with a “huh” look. He realized they had said it a few times now, he hadn't gotten used to it yet…
“You said you were gonna find a motel earlier right? Why don't you just stay with us? We have enough space for another person” The taller said, Stan thought about the offer.
It would be nice to actually sleep in a motel.. But he barely had enough money for a room and he didn't want to just cut them off, usually he wouldn't be against it but these guys haven't been anything but nice and he's not just gonna scam some people. “Ah thanks, but I can find my own place for the night. I don't want to take any space or anything.”
Carter shook his head and set his drink down. “No not at all, we have room for you and it'd be nice to have some new company.” He said with a smile, but Stan just gave a confused look.
“Wait- why are you guys offerin? Trying to set me up for somethin’?” Stan asked with suspicion, Carter and the man looked at each other and chuckled. Yeah, Stans getting murdered.
“What? pff no ‘course not. Honestly we ain't got a good reason, we can tell you ain’t plannin’ nothin’ bad and like Carts said, it'd be nice to have some company.” The cowboy said with a smile, Stans seen many worse people.. He's had many people screw him over but none of them have acted like this, at least not this long.
Stan thought for a moment and rubbed his neck, he still couldn't pay them back if he wanted.. “Ah listen, I’d really appreciate it but I'm low on cash, I wouldn't be able to pay ya’ back.” He honestly didn't think it'd be a bad idea staying with them but he didn't want to cut them short of nothing. Carter gave a weird look, Stan couldn't read it well.
“What? No, no, you don't gotta pay back. It's already paid for, and honestly I leech off of this guy every time.” he said with a snicker as the other lightly punched his arm, rolling his eyes with a smile. Stan couldn't help but lightly chuckle at the scene then sigh.
“Alright well if you aint gonna surprise charge me at the end or kill me, then i'll go with ya.” Stan said with a light smile, Carter gave a look to the other man and in response he gave an annoyed look, wonder what that's about.
For the next half hour, they all talked and drank a bit more together, soon though it was their time to leave so the two others said their goodbye to a few people they knew and they walked out. They quickly realized there were two cars..
“Alright uh. How ‘bout… Stevan, you drive behind us and follow us to the motel? It ain’t that far.” The man he had spoken to plenty that still hasn't said his name spoke, Stan wasn't wasted enough to where he’d crash, so he agreed. Stanley walked to his car meanwhile Carter and the southern man walked to their own, he made it to his car and got in, sighing heavily as if he was holding his breath for hours, feeling like he could actually breathe. He sat there and thought about tonight, how he met some random guys at a cowboy event of all things, danced with the hot one and now is about to stay at a hotel with them. How does Stan end up in these kinds of things? Stan was a bit curious about Ford and the guys' relationship.. How was Ford? Maybe he could ask him about it…
Stan was honked out his thoughts as he saw the 2 others wave and drive off, that's his cue. He started the car and started to drive following behind, Stan hoped it wasn't too far like they said. And thankfully it wasn't, after a 10 minute drive they pulled into a motel, wasn't bad looking, just your standard one. Stan parked beside them and got out, he didn't need to bring anything from his car besides just some other clothes to change into. He closed the door and walked to the others, who greeted him and smiled. The three men made their way up the stairs and to the room, having small talk along the way. They made their way to room 14 and Carter unlocked it, opening the door for the other two.
The room was basic, 2 beds with a nightstand in the middle, a long wooden table with a small tv on it and a mini fridge next to it. There was a door in the mini hallway leading to a dark bathroom, it wasn't huge but it was big enough for 3 people. Wait. there were only two beds? “Uh carter there's only two beds and three of us?” Stan pointed out as he leaned on the wall, Carter looked at him and then at the two beds, he brought a hand up to his chin and gave a… fake puzzled look. “Huh i could've sworn there was a couch!” he said in a tone that wasn't very believable. Stan saw the other male quickly look at Carter with a “wtf” look and Carter just smiled in return. “I guess you guys can share a bed, fi- this guy here hates sleeping close to me, i kick”
Stan noticed the slip up, ‘fi… finn? Fitz..’ what other names start with fi.. Whatever, onto the more important thing. SHARING a BED? Stan definitely knew his face flushed a light red at the thought and saw the other guy had the same reaction, except more mad because quickly Carter was getting pulled away. He saw the two “argue” back and forth as he just stood there awkwardly, still processing having to share a bed.
Eventually they walked back and the taller man spoke first. “Listen Stevan, we don’t gotta share a bed, i can share with Carter or we can figure somethin’ else out” stan decided to take this into his advantage and smiled. “Well I ain't sharin’ a bed with a guy I don't know the name of so..” Stan hoped he would just get the hint, Carter definitely did as he gave a dumb grin. “It's a good thing there's a balcony, you both can chat it up” Carter spoke as he moved to the bed, picking up the remote and turning the tv on. “I'll try and find something good on the tv”
The tall man just sighed and pointed to the sliding door leading outside, non verbally asking if he wanted to go and Stanley nodded. Stan grabbed his jacket as they both walked over to the door, the southern man opened it walking out with Stan following behind. Stan leaned on the wooden bar of the balcony and pulled his cigarette pack from his pocket, 2 left, he can get more tomorrow.
He pulled it out and laid it on the flat wood. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it, though it didn't seem to light. Stan kept trying but was getting a bit frustrated, then the other man took it from his hands and flicked it. It had a small flame and he looked at Stan with a smile, Stanley took the cigarette and put it to the flame, as he did the taller one looked at the lighter and set it down. “That was the last flame it had.” he said as he grabbed the last cigarette from the box he looked at Stan for permission and stan nodded as he put his own cig between his lips.
The other put the cigarette between his own lips and moved to stan's face, the two men were face to face, the only gap between them both is 2 cigarettes. Stan's face quickly made a surprised look as the other did this, his cheeks flushed a light pink and the other looked pleased with himself, he moved back and now both cigarettes were lit. “just needed ta light this” he said with a smile, Stan finally got out of his daze and in response gave a playful smile, taking out the cigarette to speak. “You do that all the time when there's no light?” he said as the other male brought the cigarette down. “Not usually no, sorry force of habit really, 'm used to doing that with Carter. Honestly I ain't much of a smoker.” he said as he brought the cig to his lips.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, usually Stan would be uncomfortable, wanting some sort of conversation to start or maybe just say goodbye but for some reason he wasn't feeling any of that. It was a comfortable silence, something Stan really enjoyed, he didn't feel the need to say anything, words weren’t needed. It was nice, they exchanged a few looks but nothing awkward, then the taller man finally spoke. “Ah, if ya dont mind me askin’ but what happened between you ‘n Stanford? He hasn't spoken of ya” he asked, stan swallowed hard at the question, time to face it. He stayed looking forward as he started to talk. “We just… i accidentally messed up some project of his and-” stan breathed in, he hasn't spoken about it since it happened, maybe a few times when wasted but he doesn't even remember.
He lifted his cigarette back to his mouth and breathed in, then blowing the smoke out before continuing. “He was going off to do something worthwhile and i, i just… wasn't ready to be alone yet, i hit a table and that broke his machine, he confronted me about it and once my dad found out he… uh he had kicked me out. Sixer didn't even say bye. Just, closed the curtains” he sighed as he finished speaking, not daring to look at the other. “ Well he's doing great now right? Graduated top? I dunno… all that smart stuff he wanted?” he asked, though he could guess the answer. When the man didn't say anything, Stan finally turned around to look at him. The man had some sad look, though Stan took it as pity.
The man realized Stan was looking at him and cleared his throat. “Uh- sorry yes yes, he graduated before me since i wanted to stay longer so it was pretty lonely in my dorm without ‘m, i've tried reaching out but after a few calls the conversations would die quicker so i would just stop callin.” he said, though stans not too surprised, of course ford would shut himself off in his works. The man spoke up again before Stan could respond. “Well- another question ya dont needa answer… wheredya go after- ya got kicked out?” he asked, stan looked at the man then to the side, smoking his cigarette again. “I just- stayed in my car, slept in motels if I had enough money that night, which wasn't usually haha…” his laugh was dry, no real joy behind it.
“Ya got a place now though… right? Just on the roads for, fun?” he asked, stan paused. No, of course not. He barely had enough money for gas and food. He didn't look at the man, just leaned on the wooden beam. “Uh yea course i do, just traveling for the adventure..” he said, doubting he sounded believable, but then he felt a hand placed gently on his shoulder. He looked back at the hand then at the face close to him. “Ya know… uh if you ever need a place to crash while passin’ by… you can always come to mine, i wouldn't have any problem lettin’ ya stay a night or two.. However long ya needed” he said gently, stan gave a surprised look, he felt like his body was frozen? No one he’d met while being on the roads was ever this kind or gentle with him. Why is he doing this? Stan was gonna reject but for some reason his body didnt let him.
“That'd- that'd be nice.. Uh, thank you…” he said, he sounded pathetic right now but the man didn't seem to care, he smiled as he stood next to him, he watched him burn his cigarette down and Stan realized his was also done. As he was burning it the man spoke again. “Fiddleford.” Stan gave a confused look as he paused. “What?” “my names Fiddleford, Fiddleford Mcgucket” he said with a smile. Fiddleford huh? Sounded ridiculous but… it fit him. Stan smiled and then looked away again. “Heh… Well, my names actually stanley. Not Stevan..” he said with a chuckle. The man looked surprised and leaned forward on the beam. “Why lie?” he asked. “Well, I might be banned in a few places so…” he said as he rubbed his neck, fiddleford looked at him with a “seriously??” look, stan just laughed as the other rolled his eyes. “Dont go gettin’ banned' here a’right?” he said with a smile. Stan couldn't help but smile back, he nodded in response and tossed his burnt out cigarette.
“How have the roads been? I imagine you see lots of fascinating things” fiddleford asked, stan shook his hand from side to side. “You definitely see a lot of things, not all great. But then again I ended up in the sketchy areas for jobs. But if you aren't doin’ what i am it would be nice” stan said, quickly avoiding the topic of his journey.
Stanley and Fiddlefrod ended up talking for another hour about everything and anything, they laughed, fiddleford comforted stan a bit but he wouldn't tell a single person about it. Stan opened up a lot more than he expected or wanted but he was happy he wasn't judged or laughed at. Fiddleford was kind and understanding, staying silent when needed, saying just the right things, it was perfect. But eventually it got a bit cold for either of them so they agreed to go back inside.
Fiddleford opened the door first and walked in, stan following close behind, they both looked at the bed that had Carter in it and saw he was passed out. Fiddleford snickers as he rolls his eyes, turning his head he walks to the other bed. Stan laughs at how Carter was spread out like a starfish and lightly snoring, then finally made his way to the other bed as well. “I can see why you wouldn't wanna share a bed with him.” he whispered. “Yea, plus he kicks hard.” he chuckled quietly, fiddleford excused himself and went to the bathroom to change and whatever else, stan sat on the bed and thought he probably should change too, he sat up and figured he could be quick, plus carters passed out. He grabbed his clothes from the table he had set them on and brought them over to the bed. He took off his shirt and slid on a white t-shirt, he slid his black silk pants off and slipped on some comfier dark gray pants.
He set his other clothes on the table where he set his clothes before, he walked back to the bed and looked at it, it seemed big enough for the two of them, they wouldn't have to be super close.. Stan then came out of his thoughts when he heard the bathroom door open and the light click off, he quickly made his way to the left side of the bed and sat on the edge of it, fiddleford walked over and though it was dark stan could get an idea of it, he had a simple dark green shirt on with some blue checkered pajama pants. He walked over to Carter's bed and grabbed the remote, the tv had some corny love movie on, Fiddleford just laughed as he turned it off, setting it on the table in between both beds. He sat on the right side and looked to stan. “He doesn't even like romance movies, he just mocks them most the time”
“Well I don't blame ‘m, they are corny as hell” stan replied with a chuckle. Fiddleford smiled and moved the blankets as he got into bed, Stan realized he probably should too so he did the same, except he was on the very edge of the bed, Fiddleford noticed and sat up. “Ya know you have plenty of room… right?” he asked, stan turned and saw he did have room, he awkwardly shifted over a bit and the taller one just laughed. “Just do whatcher comfortable with” stan smiled at the comment, they both didn't say a word, but once again, it was a comfortable silence, neither had to say anything. Stan shifted a bit, not being in a bed for probably around 4 months this time was weird but nice.
Stan turned over and could tell fiddleford was out, he smiled softly and stared at him, it was dark but the night light from the window was enough. In stan eyes he was looking at (and sharing a bed with) the most handsome man in the world. Stan never had a good self image so he was honestly surprised this guy wanted to dance with him, let alone… share a bed. He turned over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. How'd he get here? In a comfortable motel, with 2 kind people. Sure they might try and kill him when he sleeps but, before they do that they showed him kindness and care. Something he hadn't felt in… years. He smiled and turned over, quickly falling asleep.
Stan opened his eyes and freaked out for a second, he was about to sit up but felt something around his waist. He looked down and saw a pair of arms around him, he looked at the room he was in and remembered he was in a motel. He relaxed and carefully sat back down, not trying to wake the other. He then realized. He had two arms around him. Fiddlefords arms. He felt his face grow warmer as he laid there processing it. Finally when his brain started working again he slipped out of the man's arm and got out of bed, as much as he would love to stay there he knew it was his time to leave. He looked at the clock and it said 6:38 am. He grabbed his things and grabbed his keys, he looked over at the two males still passed out, he smiled softly and turned to the table. He grabbed a paper and some pen and wrote a little letter to them. He set it down and slipped his shoes on, quietly opening the door and leaving.
Bonus.
Fiddleford was woken up by Carter who was shoving a paper in his face, Fiddleford could barely see it without his glasses so he shoved Carter away and got his glasses on. “You dated me for years and you still forget i can't see without my glasses.” he groaned as he took the paper, he looked at it with tired eyes and once he finished he turned to the other side of the bed, seeing the empty spot. He looked back at the note and frowned, he set the note down on the table and sat up. “You know… I could probably find him easily,” Carter said proudly, Fidds just rolled his eyes and smiled. “I reckon we’ll see him again someday.”
‘Thank you both for letting me stay, I can't thank you guys enough, I had a lot of fun last night. If we cross paths again i'll make sure to have somethin for ya both.’
-Stanley.