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Stan
Stan hated Pip. He hated his stupid smile, he hated the way Pip spoke, the way he'd tilt his head slightly when confused, the way he'd pout slightly when upset...
He hated him.
So why did he love Pip at the same time? It confused him beyond belief, and no matter how much he pushed it to one side it always seemed to come back in some way. He'd constantly tell himself to "get a grip", or that it was "just a phase", but it seemed less and less like that as the days turned into weeks. Of course, the way he acted towards Pip never changed, as well as the way Pip responded to what he said or did. He was determined to keep it that way, no matter what.
He couldn't possibly fall for the same kid he once hated, right?
Unfortunately for him, the signs were clear. Whenever Pip showed up in his mind, he began to feel nauseous, and whenever the boy showed up, his symptoms only got worse. He couldn't admit it, but he was in love with the British boy.
And maybe, just maybe, Pip loved him too.