Shoes, who needs em? (Stanley Barber fanfic)

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Chapter related song
Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

You were doing homework at your desk in your room, Queen playing on your record player.

You were mindlessly writing on your paper and quietly singing to the songs when you heard a sound coming from your window. You turned and heard it again.

There were tiny rocks being thrown at your window. You got up and and opened the window and looked out. Stan was below and waved at you.

"Hi" he said with a smile on his face.

You waved back.

"Come down here" he said.

"Why"

"Just come here" he turned and started to walk across the street to a girl with short red hair.

You closed your window and started to walk down the stairs, opening the door and walking to the girl and Stanley on the street.

"Syd this is Y/N, Y/N, Syd" Stanley smiled as he introduced you two.

Sydney slowly bowed her head and said "Hi"

You nodded your head up "Hey"

You've seen Sydney before, she was in a few of your classes.

Syd then looked down at your feet and Stans. "Why don't you guys wear shoes?" she asked smiling.

You looked down and indeed you weren't wearing shoes. You had on green pants, rolled at the ankles, a tan shirt and an oversized flannel jacket, but no shoes.

"It's not a necessity of life" you told her, dancing your feet on the ground.

"Yeah, shoes, who needs em" Stan said backing you up. You nodded.

"So uh, Bloodwitch, am I right?" he asked Syd. The corner of your lips raised as Stan mentioned your favorite band.

"What?" Syd asked giggling a bit.

"Bloodwitch, you like their music?" Stan asked.

"That's a terrible name for a band" she told them.

You raised an eyebrow at her like she was crazy, she clearly didn't know this band.

"Nah, it's perfect" Stanley said. He looked over at you and you nodded.

"I bet they sound like shit" Syd said.

Okay, now that's just disrespectful you thought.

"Nah, shoes are shit, Bloodwitch is godly" you told her. Stan smiled at your comment.

"Well I mean, I have them on vinyl, i-if you wanna come over and listen to them sometime" Stan said stuttering a bit "We can get high"

You knew he smoked weed and you never really minded it. You've tried it before but it was never that big of a deal for you.

"Yeah maybe" Syd said looking a bit uncomfortable.

"I-I mean you don't have to. We- you know, we've lived so close and we've never really hung out before" he said.

You looked over at Stan and clearly he liked this girl. You didn't really mind it just kinda hurt you that he didn't feel the same way about you.

"Uh no I guess I haven't but sure" Syd said.

"Okay cool uh - let me know" he said. He turned and started to dance his way back to his house. You both watched him as he did and you shrugged at Syd as if to say it was normal.

"What a world we live in Sydney" he said. You turned and started to follow him.

"See ya" you said and she waved before you left.

You followed Stanley into his house and went down the stairs to his room. He laid on his couch, dreamingly sighing as he did. You went over to his record player and and put on Bloodwitch, talking about it made you want to listen to them.

"Isn't she great?" he asked looking at the ceiling. Music started to fill the room.

You shrugged "She's alright"

You laid on the floor beside the couch and stared at the ceiling too.

"Do .. Do you like her?" you asked him in a small voice. You knew the answer enough already but you wanted to hear it from him.

He sighed "I think I do .. a lot" he added at the end.

You went back to looking at the ceiling. Your heart had that hurt again but it wasn't the butterflies. I mean, you never really smiled, was that why he didn't like you?

"I should go" you said getting up "My mom might be home soon"

That was a lie. Your mom worked too many hours at the diner in town and your dad ran away when you were young so you were just gonna be home alone all day. Stan was your best and only friend but you didn't want to be with him when he was fantasizing about another girl.

"Oh, okay" he said looking at you.

You started to go up the stairs but he cut you off.

"Do you wanna come over, you know, when she does? We can all hang out together" he suggested sitting up on the couch.

You thought about it "Maybe, I'll see you later" and you climbed up the rest of the stairs.