I just had a stupidly hard quiz with simple fucking answers and math I learned in elementary school that I fucking forgot.
I now just Imagine Stu Macher and Billy Loomis in class with you, your is struggling and the two go through it with ease. You groan but can’t give up because if you don’t get it done and get all 6 points then all of the class, who is now at the door waiting for you to finish so they can eat, can’t leave. The two are teasing you and saying stuff like
“C’mon it’s easy!”
“Us that peanut sized brain of yours!”
And the class is making fun of you for being slow and forgetful per usual. Billy’s smug smile drops when he notices that your social anxiety has now spiked high, your insecurities are being poked and prodded by the annoyed eyes of the other 30 students that are now chanting for you to hurry. Billy nudges Stu and motions over at your face, tears threatening to fall from the eyes burning holes into you, and the pain of your boyfriends teasing you for not being mentally on-par with them and everyone else. Stu’s expression turns into worry.
“Everyone shut up! They’re trying to do this and y’all are stressing them out!”
Stu shouts, Billy rubs your back and encourages you. One minute later you finally finish and you all get to go, you slowly get up, anxiety peeked, and they take you to the break room. The three of you are now in a giant cuddle pile in the schools bean bag chairs as they whisper apologizes and tell you that it’s okay to be forgetful, that you’re safe with them and they won’t let anyone else make you feel bad.
