What A Nerd

What a nerd

we love you fiddleford

Fiddleford you are too good...

i hate biology IM NOT A FUCKING SCIENTIST

I DO MATH

I DO ART

I SING

I DONT FUCKING DO SCIENCE

imagine you're stan pines.

you've been through the fucking meat grinder of life. you've been banned from multiple states, went to prison in columbia, had a horrific falling out with your twin brother, spoke to him for the first time in ten years just to lose him again and then have to pretend to be him in his house for another thirty while you try to get him back. and jesus, you're lonely.

and then your nephew - who you don't know all that well and also thinks you're the wrong twin - calls and asks if you'll host his kids (oh right, twins!) for a summer. and you say yes.

so the kids arrive and from the get go, they're so familiar. and it's a bumpy start - they almost run away - but then they stay and you get to know them better. sure, they can be whiney preteens and bemoan hanging out with their great uncle, but they're good kids.

you see so much of yourself in the girl. she's so enthusiastic and stubborn and headstrong and she's so much like a version of you before the world got to you. she likes watching your soap operas and knits you a sweater - and before you know it, you've got a pig living in the house because jesus you just can't say no to this kid.

the boy's familiar, too. he's quieter and sensitive and smarter than he has any right to be, and you feel conflicted because you expect him to push you away or shut you out just like your own twin did. it's hard for you to understand each other, but you work on it - not without bumps. but you save his ass from zombies and they help you run for mayor, and slowly he starts to trust you. if only you could keep that trust this time.

im listening to conan gray and scroling through the fiddleford mcgucket tag

what a vibe