TW: Mention of su!c!de
Oh my god this took a long time! Anyways, enjoy!~
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“Thank you?! You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you did 30 years ago?!?!”
Stan awoke with a start.
Just a dream…
Calm down, Stan.
Calm down.
He looked over at his clock, and in bright green letters it read 6:28 AM.
Welp, seems like a good time as ever to get up.
Stan sat up from his bed, feeling a little nauseous. He brushed it off, walked over to the closet, and put on his normal clothes. A gray t-shirt, blue pants, red beanie, and headed to the kitchen
Stan walked into the kitchen, seeing Ford at the table drinking coffee and looking at maps.
“Mornin’, Pointdexter.”
“Why must you always call me that? Just because I like reading, doesn’t mean I'm some kind of nerd!”
“Woah, geez, calm down Sixer. It’s just a nickname.”
“Well I don’t like it, Lee.”
“I’ve told you not to call me that…”
“Well, if you stop calling me Pointdexter, then I won’t call you Lee.”
“Fine…”
Stan didn’t have a good feeling about today. This morning when he woke up, he felt worse than usual.
But Stan being Stan, he decided to brush it off.
He grabs a mug from the cabinet, and notices there’s no more coffee in the coffee pot.
“Ford, did you drink all the coffee?”
“Yes, we don’t have any more left.”
Stan sighs, and walks over to the table to sit down.
“What’s the route for today?”
“I haven’t finished it yet, be patient.”
Stan, being bored, decided he was going to take a walk on the boardwalk, maybe down to the beach. He headed towards the door when Ford stopped him.
“Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take a walk on the beach, stop being so protective.”
“I’m not trying to be protective, I just want you to let me know next time! Don’t just leave the boat!”
“Alright, alright, geez, I get it.”
Stan takes just one step off the boat when he hears Ford call back:
“Actually, come back in. I’m almost done with the plans, it’ll probably only take 10 minutes for me to finish them.”
“Ugh. Ford, can I take a 10 minute walk then?”
“No, it’ll be quick. Come back on the boat.”
“Sixer, can I not spend a second off this boat without you telling me to come back?!? I wanna be alone! I want privacy for once!!”
“I’m just asking you to get back on the boat!”
“No! I’m not going to! Now leave me be, I'm going to take a walk.”
“You know what? Fine! I didn’t care about it anyway. But I guess YOU don’t care about the line ‘wherever we go, we go together’!!”
Stan whipped his head around, shocked by what his brother had said.
“W-what? I-I do care about it! We- just-...”
“Do me a favor Stan… Don’t talk to me for a while…”
The rest of the day felt silent.
Stan avoided going to the boat at all costs, only going there for snacks and others.
He hated everything he had done, and he wished this day never happened. Stan sat on the beach, crying, wondering why he was alive and realized what a jerk he was and saw why Sixer would never say thank you.
Dad was right about me all along.
I thought he was being mean, but now I see that I am really a screw up.
I’m an awful person…
I wish I could d!e…
Maybe then Ford would like me…