camp ivanho- stenbrough

✰diez✰

stan was still laying in his tears.

he couldn't stop crying.

stan was such a sensitive person.

but why towards bill.

the door flew open.

stan heard a voice call his name.

"go away."

stan mumbled.

"no, this is my c-cabin too."

bill said.

stan got up.

he adjusted himself.

"oh jeez have you been cruh-crying?"

bill said worried.

"i'm fine."

"you're not fine! what h-happened?"

"you..."

bill looked at him confused.

"you happened bill. ever since you came to this god forsaken camp you changed me. i- i don't know how because we've only known eachother for a two days. but you feel like my best friend and... i don't know i get sensitive easily. i'm so so sorry bill i don't know what's wrong with me."

stan kept crying.

he carried his face in his hands.

bill walked up to him and picked him up.

stan took his hands out of his face startled.

bill looked at him in the eyes.

"nothing is wrong with you stan. don't s-say that to yourself."

bill said.

stan looked down.

bill leaned in for a hug.

stan hugged back.

"i'm sorry."

stan whispered.

"stop saying that! w-what are you sorry for?"

"just... never mind."

"okay we s-should get going to the activities field."

stan nodded.

"come on, and p-promise me no more crying?"

"i cant promise anything."

"yes you can."

"fine, i'll try."

"good, now lets go."

"okay..."

they walked on over to the field.

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"okay you ugly looking campers."

steve said.

robin hit him.

"ow! jesus what?"

steve said rubbing his stomach.

"don't call them ugly!"

"oh sorry my lord i didn't know i was wrong about them."

robin laughed.

"oh no you're totally right, i just don't wanna get fired."

"then i'll call them snobs and trouble makers."

"okay seriously why are you so mean to us?"

richie asked.

"shut up richie, and i'm suspending you from leaving you're cabin at night because of the little party you had that day."