She'll Float Towards Us

1.7

A/N: Again, please don't hate me!!

Denbrough Household

Stan left his ceremony with a huge smile on his face. He had shed his kippah and his tallit katan right inside the church, and dashed out as soon as they left his form. In a sense, this was his way of becoming a man. The symbolism of shedding his ceremony clothes was liberating, and he was relishing in it. The sun kissed his skin sweetly, and the breeze feathered through his curly hair. Thankfully, Bill's house was not too far from the church, so Stan didn't have to run far. He made it there ten minutes later and jumped on his porch. He stopped there, hesitant.

'What if he doesn't want to see me. I did leave him there in that situation. He has to be upset about that.' Stan thought worriedly. But before he could stop himself, he knocked on Bill's door. His eyes went wide as he looked at his hand which seemed to have a mind of its own. When he heard movement on the other side, a lump formed in his throat, almost nauseatingly large. Mrs. Denbrough was the one who opened the door, much to Stan's relief. He wanted a second collect himself before he saw Bill again.

"Stan? What are you doing here, honey? Isn't today yo-"

"I need to see him ma'am. This is important." Stan begs, desperation clear in his tone. The Denbrough Matriarch stares at him for a second, before moving to the side to let him in.

"He's in his room. That's where he is most days now." She smiles sadly at the boy. Stan nods and goes to the stairs leading to his room. Seconds tick by but they seem like hours to him as he scaled to the second level of the house. And soon, the young Uris was standing in front of the door.

'You can do this. You are Stanley Jessper Uris. You just told your dad and the rest of your congregation that you were bisexual. If you can do that, then you can face your sou- Bill' And with a deep breath, Stan opens the door slowly. Stan looks around the bedroom to see papers scattered everywhere. Some have words scribbled on them, some are crumpled into balls. And some have drawings on them. But in the center of it all, sits Bill. The frantic teen is sitting on his bed, bent over a stack of papers he seems to be reviewing.

He looked beautiful. The room around him turned gold, and Bill started to have a glowing white outline.

Made for him.

Stan cleared his throat softly, gaining the attention of the raven-haired teen. Bill looked up and inhaled a breath in shock. When he looked at Stan, the doorway around him turned into a gold hue which spread out everywhere around him. Stan himself looked breathtaking, the white outlining him sending shockwaves to Bill.

Made for him.

"S-Stan? What are y-you doing here?" Bill questioned. Stan smiled sheepishly at the question and answered it awkwardly.

"Well, you see ehem- I had my Torah Reading today."

"Uh Huh." Bill quirked an eyebrow unsure of where he was going with this.

"And I may or may not have gone off script for my speech." Stan continues to mumble.

"O-Okay?"

"And told my dad I liked guys and girls. I ran out before he could say anything." Stan squeaks out. Bill's eyes went wide at this information. Bill had no idea that Stan liked boys. He hid it pretty well. Well, perhaps he had to, considering who his father was. Rabbi Uris was a firm believer in soulmates, but the thought of same sex soulmates appalled him. He thought it unholy for one man to share a bed with another man. So, it was safe to say that Stan would not do well in that household as a part of the LGBTQ community.