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When Stanley met Xeno it wasn't love at first sight but in fact something else like a big conection between the two young boys.
He kwen thanks to Xeno's big ass bomb of information he always give that the younger one was an omega, but It didn't make such a difference cause when they were together everything disappeared or maybe to himself nothing mattered as long as the whitehead was by his side.
Yeah maybe Stan was an alpha and the people around them make such comments, but what mathers when you are young and idiot? Hahaha such a silly way to think, he can only remember all of that and see how stupid was at 12.
Now the troubles of his actions and thoughts came back like a boomerang saying "you should think before talking little ass" when he reads the text message coming from xeno with the words "do you think I should go on a date?" strike like a bullet in the brain.
But how did he get from shooting in the desert in company of Xeno to receive "Is a good idea for me the most weird looking omega in the world to do a social interaction such as dating when I'm a social misfit?" Okay maybe not with this words but it's basically the same.
Deeply he does, when they were kidos Xeno had the brilliant idea of going straight to college instead of the normal way and now he's still there but in his third career? (Stan doesn't remember well) meanwhile he entry into the army.
The 17-year-old teenagers had made decisions about their future with certainty, and both were fulfilling society's expectations for their gender. The blond one, as an alpha, carried the legacy of his family's military background, possessing great strength and skill worthy of his subgenre. The dark-eyed one wasn't as attached to being an omega, but he still possessed the elegance, delicacy, and intelligence expected of him.
Before Snyder snapped out of his trance, his fingers were already typing a reply: "Idk, man, whatever you want" sending It and gainig another response "yeah i know but, do you think I'm pretty enough to date someone?".
Oh no Stan Is sooo fucked up, YEAH Xeno might be a very good friend but saying things like that it's weird and thinking about him like that makes it more awkward and what unsettled the blond man even more was that question, so insecure coming from someone so self-assured, causing thousands of doubts and a hidden anguish that he set aside to think of the best answer with his last 5 brain cells only to text: "Sure bro you got It" beginning with the collapse of the most important events of his life.
On the other side of the state there's Xeno with an unfamiliar bittersweet feeling coming from his stomach, not understanding why his friend's words affected him in such a way.
Although it didn't sound elegant at all, all he could think was, "What the hell does that mean?" Was that a statement? Was his friend teasing him? Or did he simply not know what to say? His head was spinning, and not in a pleasant way like when he's working on a project. This was much more complicated. Worse still, his question, even though it had been answered, hung in the air like a delicate bubble that would burst if touched. So, determined not to dwell on the matter any longer, he would stop insisting on knowing the other person's opinion.
Back in Stan's shared bedroom, he realized that the younger boy had stopped messaging him, and that curfew was approaching, so he didn't insist on knowing more about the strange questions or, in the worst extreme case, what led to them being asked. Although he tried to rest with this thought gnawing at him little by little, he only managed to sleep half the time.