Comfortable Silence - [Stanford Pines x Reader]

Chapter 10

A/N: I have risen from my grave to bring you another chapter, my dear friends!  (I'm sorry i'm so bad with updates)

Y/N's P.O.V.

               "Seeya kid. You might have to come back down to the station later for some statements, but you're done with this mostly." Officer Ritter said as he pulled up in front of my house. "And my partner called the Pines' to tell them you were coming back. They're waiting for you." He unlocked the doors. "And, I'm sorry, about all this." I looked up at him. "it's okay, really. Thank you for bringing me home." I opened the door and got out. "Yeah, kid, no problem." He looked at the setting sun. "It's getting late, so get to bed okay? Be grateful you don't have that concrete slab to lay on anymore." He chuckled. "I will sir. G'night." I said and shut the door. "Night kid!" He yelled as he turned around in another driveway and drove off.

               I made my way up the front steps of Pines' Pawns and went around the back via a small sidewalk. I made my way up to the door, but before i could open it, Stan and Ford swung open the door. "Y/N! You're back!" Ford exclaimed. "Yeah, I guess I am, Ford." Our eyes lingered on each other before Stan broke the silence. "Y/N, you should get some sleep in your own bed. Those cell cots suck, you don't get any rest on those." He but his hand on the small of my back, leading me inside. "Yeah, you of all people would know." Ford joked, and Stan growled in his direction. I laughed at their rivalry. "Guys, i'm not disabled. I think i can walk on my own." They both looked down to see thier hands on each of my arms. "Oh! Uh, right.." They took their hands down. 

              It got awkwardly quiet for some reason. I broke the silence, "Okay, but Stan, you're right. I really need some sleep. Those cots are like concrete. " Stan chuckled, gesturing extravagantly. "That's probably what they're made of!" Ford piped in," Actually, they're made of a mixture of polyester and-" He stopped short, seeing Stan and I's faces. "Nevermind." I chuckled, making my way upstairs. "Night Guys." "Goodnight, Y/N." "G'night, Y/N."

Stan's P.O.V. 

           My eyes flutter open, and I turn over groaning from the sun in my eyes. "Ford... close the damn curtain." Ford's sitting at his desk. "Sorry Stan, but I need them open. You know I can't think in artificial light." I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. "What're you working on?" He was leaned over a stack of graph paper. "I'm working on a project for the upcoming science fair. I really want to wow the judges to get a scholarship." I blinked. "Oh. Okay. Have you saw Y/N today?" Ford wrote something down. " It's 'seen', Stanley, and no, I haven't. I believe she's still asleep, which is odd for her. She must be really tired. " I cocked my head and scratched my neck. "Huh, that is a little weird. I'll go check on her." Ford finally looked at me, but just stared silently. I looked to the right, then back at him. "Um, what?" He stared for a bit longer, then turned to his desk. "Nothing. Make sure not to wake her." I got up and put on a shirt, making my way to the door. "Well duh." 

           I walk down the hallway to Y/N's room. I finally pull my shirt all the way down, and stop in front of her door. I slid my finger over the small bright orange handprint next to the doorknob, and smiled, remembering when we vandalized our teacher's car a few years ago. I chuckle, thinking about how much trouble we got in. Then when we got home, we forgot to wash our hands, so little handprints scattered the walls when Mom got home. Boy, did we get a talking-to. We had to wash them all away until midnight. Y/N wanted to keep the orange one on her door, and Mom said it was okay because her room was too far down the hall for anyone to see. I shake my head, escaping my thoughts. 

            I slowly opened her door, and I flinched when i creaked a bit. I only opened it far enough to see in, at Y/N's bed. She wasn't there, weird. "Y/N?" I yell-whispered. "Y/N?" She wasn't in here. She must've snuck past Ford and gone downstairs, then. But she wasn't there either. She wasn't anywhere. "Y/N?" I called. No answer. "Ford! C'mere!" Ford came out of the kitchen, disguruntled. "What, Stanley?" Then he saw the worried look on my face. "Y/N's gone!" He grew worried. "Let's go back to her room, and check to see if she left a note?"I nodded. We quickly went up the stairs, and to her bedroom, flipping on the light. We both made an audible gasp. Ford turned to me. 

"This is bad. Really, really bad." 

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