Here’s a little ficlet I started writing that probably won’t get any more finished than it already is, so I may as well post it.

“Dad stop it, you’re being unreasonable!” Ford stammered as Fibrick shoved a hastily packed duffle bag into Stan’s chest.

“Shut up and go to your room, Stanford. This doesn’t concern you.” His father growled

“It does too concern me, it’s my science fair project!”

“I said shut up!” Filbrick barked. Ford balked and made a hasty retreat to his room. He didn’t know why he’d even bothered to open his mouth. He was still mad as a hornet’s nest at Stan, and he’d known it was futile. But it had been as if a thousand internal voices had been shouting at him that he couldn’t just stand there while his father threw his brother out.

Well, look what good it’d done anyone.

Now Stanford could do nothing but wait in his room for his father to simmer down to the point where he wouldn’t throw anything. He shuddered. He could avoid the bullies at school, but there was no getting away from his father, who expected nothing less than success. Who could be downright unpleasant when presented with failure.

Ford heard scuffling outside. He couldn’t bring himself to look out the window, although he could hear Filbrick and Stan shouting at each other. He was finally drawn out when he heard his name called.

“Stanford, tell him he’s crazy!” Stanley yelled up to the window. Ford looked down at him, and a boiling pot of emotions took seat in his stomach.

He was furious with Stan for blowing off his one big chance to finally change his life for the better, like it was no big deal. Oh, whoops, I broke that thing you’ve put your heart and soul into for the past year and you can’t go to the school you had your heart set on, it was an accident. But hey, whatever, now you can putz around on a boat with me! Ford couldn’t believe his nerve.

Yet at the same time, he was filled with incredible sadness. Sure, things had been a little strained between the two of them since high school started, but had it really gotten so bad that Stan, the one person who always loved him for who he was, would betray him like this? It felt impossible.

Coupled with that was another chorus of internal screaming, saying this was wrong. Stan didn’t deserve to suffer like this because of one stupid mistake.

Wait, suffer? That was a bit dramatic, he was just sitting out there on the curb.

Think about it, genius! What chances do you think a highschool drop-out has on his own?

All these emotions and thoughts took place over a single second.

Ford fumbled with the latch of the window and pulled it open. “Dad, you can’t–”

“Since when do you get a say in what I can and can’t do!?” Filbrick snapped. “I told you to shut up and mind your own business.”

“But Stan’s just–”

“Don’t make me come up there.” His father said dangerously.

Ford flinched and backed away. Filbrick was already madder than he’d ever seen his father, upsetting the man further could be perilous.

“Leave him alone, I’m goin’ already.” Ford heard Stan grumble. “I don’t need you anyway. I don’t need anyone!” He may have shouted more, but Ford couldn’t hear it over the sound of his car door slamming and the engine revving.

And just like that, his brother was gone. The internal voices that had been screaming at him to do something fell silent. He’d tried, against his better judgement, but what difference had it made?

So this is basically just my passive-aggressive vent against all the fans who blame Ford for Stan getting kicked out. He couldn’t have done anything. A lot of people say “Oh, well, Ford should’ve stood up for his brother.” And that really wouldn’t have made a difference either. The “internal voices” are the annoying complaining fans.