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stu loves billy.
It was a fact, a truth that no one could deny. Not even stu himself. In fact, if he got a dollar for how many people asked him whether he was gay, he would be rich. filthy rich. If you asked stu what he liked about bully, he could go on for the whole day.
stu loves billy.
stu loved his gorgeous brown eyes, his silky hair and his honey like voice. stu loved his his muscular arms and his overbearing stature, even though stu was taller than billy. stu loved the murderous glint in his eyes each time they killed and the craze filled smirk every time he stared at the corpse. stu loved his madness and the way manically stabs his victims again and again even after death. stu loved the adrenaline that filled his veins every time billy looked at him.
stu loves billy.
he was the only one that stayed by his side and even entertained his annoying personality. he stayed liber. than any of his friends, even his parents. he stayed by his side, watching horror movies and laughing with him about stupid shit. he was the only one stu could truly rely on. if this was a movie, billy would have been the brains and him the brawn.
stu loves billy.
but billy doesn’t love him.
stu know it deep down. he couldn’t help but notice the stare that billy gave him. it was blank, a void of emotions. stu could feel it in his bones, the fact that bully doesn’t live him. he only sees him as a lapdog, his slave, his stepping stone, someone to blame the murders on if something ever went wrong. stu knows. yet he chose to ignore it.
stu let himself be entangled in this mess. he knew that he was fucked when billy leaned closer to him till he could feel his warm breath tickling his ear. “i love you.” billy had said. “i love you, stu.” stu hadn’t known how to respond. he just tensed up and stared at the gorgeous brown eyes that he loved the most. “i- i love you too.” stu stuttered. he knew he was fucked when billy smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. he relished in the feeling of soft lips of the person he loves touching his own. “prove it.” billy stared at stu intently, the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by a blank stare, a deep pit of nothingness. “would you kill for me?”
in the heat of the moment, stu said yes. he instantly regretted it, but that guilt was replaced by a feeling of awe and love when billy smiled, his lips quirking up as he replied, “good.”
now, billy was clutching his side, red liquid flowing out the knife wound pierced deep into his body. “FUCK!” he heard, followed by the crashing of furniture as billy shouted, his face contorting into a furious glare. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, STU.” stu was rigid, too tired to even respond to billy. he let his love get the best of him, and now he was going to get locked up in prison for the rest of his life. that should have been what stu was thinking of. however, stu was thinking of billy’s eyes. his eyes that were once full of love and adoration, filling stu’s heart with satisfaction and happiness. now, all that could be found in billy’s eyes were rage and madness.
stu found himself questioning whether billy had even loved him in the first place. he remembered how happy he was by billy’s side, knowing that he knew billy best. now, because of his addiction and craving of love, he has no one left. his parents had already abandoned him in a small town, his friends were all killed, and the person he thought loved him had never did.
stu loves billy.
but why would that matter if billy didn’t love him?