“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sixer. I’ll be fine. Besides, this sign makes me look great! I’m gonna have to beat the ladies away with it.”

Stan assured, trying to appear lighthearted and uncaring about the situation to his twin.

Be had somehow gotten an F- on a history test, so Filbrick was making him stand on the lawn for two days holding up a sign saying ’Extra Stan, $3 or better offer’. After giving a small promise of trying to sneak Stanley some food letter, Stanford left inside before Filbrick caught the two talking.

As soon as the front door closed and Ford was gone, Stan sat down on the curb, head in his hands as he broke down sobbing. It wasn’t his fault he failed the test, he had tried so hard for it too. Even getting Ford ti try and help him study. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t smart, and it wasn’t his fault Ford happened to be a genius. But none of his ‘excuses’ were ever good enough for Filbrick.

Stan sniffled as he heard footsteps approach him, wiping his eyes quickly and trying ti sound as if he hadn’t just been crying.

“I-I already told you, Sixer, I-I’ll be fine. Go back inside.”