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It was the middle of May in Glass Shards, NJ. The breeze offered a cool chill to the warm spring air.
Stanley was awoken by a gentle nudge to the shoulder. Who needs alarm clocks when your brothers body clock automatically wakes him at 7am sharp every morning. With a grumble he sat up, albeit reluctantly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was the start of a new school week much to Stans disdain.
He didn't mind the place all that much, but the classes were a drag and the asshats constantly surrounding him didn't help. He had a pretty good friend-group now though. For most their lives the twins had only had each other. The only constant in each of their lives. However, Glass Shards had a rise in people moving over in their second year of high school, that's how they met Carla, Fiddleford and Emma-May. Carla was Stanleys girlfriend, she had gorgeous curly brown hair and often sported a flower clip. People dubbed her Carla ‘hotpants’ Mccorkle, her and Stan started dating not long after she moved over, sure she was pretty but Stanley felt something was off, well he knew what was wrong but when your whole life your dads told you that the one thing you better not do is turn out a ‘pansy’ so he put it and if you did you'd no longer have a house too call a home, it was pretty difficult to wrap your head around the fact you might not be into girls. Especially since Stanleys tried to desperately keep up a ‘ladies' man’ persona ever since he started questioning himself
They’d also met Emma-May and Fiddleford, they were dating too they were very similar in a lot of ways. Emma-May was from Kentucky whilst Fiddleford was from Tennesse. They both had a tendency to use southernisms that only those two could possibly comprehend what they meant. Fiddleford was smart as hell, his Tennesse accent was on the lighter side but it definitely got thick when he was feeling certain emotions, he had honey brown hair that was thick and slightly on the longer side, a lighter streak ran through it, he was great on the banjo and his eyes a pretty shade of green... he was actually pretty cute when Stanley let his eyes linger over him for a little too long, course Stanley would never admit that, but he couldn't help the slight blush that he sported whenever their eyes would meet. Stan shook that thought out of his head, he had a girlfriend for God sake! Infact Stanley himself had one. He mentally beat himself up, even if they were both single, Stanley doubted Fiddleford even swung that way or was accepting of people who did. Stanley really wanted to confide in Ford about this, Stanford had told him a little while ago that he didn't really feel anything for anyone. It was hard for Stan to understand but he supported his twin no matter what and he knew Stanford would do the same for him, however he barley even wanted to admit to himself that he liked men, how would he even put it into words! Stanley looked up and realised he’d been staring at his bed with furrowed brows for the past couple of minutes while Stanford was expectantly waiting for him to get up.
“Stanley? Is something wrong?” Fords expression read as nothing other than concerned, Stanley sighed rubbing his temple
“It's nothing sixer don't sweat it,” Stanley mustered up as much of a smile as he could before pushing himself up off the bed.
“Well, we are short on time so I will not press any further for now, but please if something is wrong do not fret about telling me,” Ford still looked worried, but Stans smile seemed to ease him slightly.
“You know I will bro,” and with that Stanley disappeared into the bathroom, mentally face palming for letting himself get so caught up in his thoughts.
He brushed his teeth and tamed his wild brown hair as best he could, he desperately wished to grow it out but his dad claimed that was only for ‘fags’. Distantly Stan noted how ironic that was, but he pushed another thought down before busying himself getting dressed. He sported a plain white tee and some plain jeans, not bell-bottomed like those ones Fiddleford showed up in. Stanley tried not to picture how they hugged his legs so perfectly, yet again forcing himself to push another thought down. He mentally slapped himself, although he wished he slapped himself for real cause it didnt do much to drive the thoughts out of his head
He emerged from the bathroom and met up with a very impatient twin brother before leaving the house and setting off for school. His mind yet again wandered to Fiddleford and he thought about what he might be wearing today, his outfits usually looked so good. He hadn't noticed the smile that had crept onto his face until Stanford addressed him.
“You seem happy Stanley?” Said with more curiosity than just a general statement.
“Just thinking about Carla” there was a hint of uncertainty to his tone that he was sure his twin picked up on but ultimately, he let it slide by, winding down into general conversation which consisted of Stanford ranting off about some sciency thing.
Stan and Ford arrived at the school entrance, Carla, Fidds and Emma-May were already waiting for them. Fiddleford had his arm around Emma-May and it made Stan grow a pit in his stomach and he was so mad at himself. She was his girlfriend and Fidds wasn't gay, Stanley had no right to feel the way he did, it made him feel disgusted with himself. He composed himself best he could, plastered a smile on his face and slung his arm round Carla, but his eyes lingered on Fiddleford.
“Mornin’” he said, his voice slightly gruff, he tore his eyes away from Fiddleford and focused on the pretty girl around his arm. People would kill to date Carla what was wrong with him why did he feel nothing but platonic love when he looked at her. Sure he loved her but it wasn't in the right way. (Maybe he would've noticed her staring at Emma-may in the same longing way he looked at Fiddleford if he wasn't so wrapped up in his own thoughts.) Everybody muttered out their mornings as well. They had a few minutes to catch up before class so they all got into some mundane conversation about studies. Stan couldn't keep his eyes off Fiddleford. Snapping him out of his thoughts, that mostly consisted of how good Fiddleford looked in those dam bellbottom jeans, he realised Fidds was talking to him.
“So wanna walk to class together Stan? Pretty sure we’re headed the same way,”
god he loved that accent, he could feel his face heating up and it annoyed him to no end! They’d been friends months why could he suddenly not control himself. He quickly blurted out some lame excuse, he couldn't be alone with him. Not now anyway.
“Sorry gotta uh go somewhere else before class,” he mumbled before briskly walking away.
Everyone exchanged glances and Stanford ultimately decided to head after his twin