KISS Oneshots

#7 Paul Stanley x Reader

I couldn´t believe my eyes as I saw the self confident man on stage. Paul Stanley or as I knew him Stanley Eisen. The thing is, me and Stanley were old childhood friends but since he started a band and I studied to get my dream job we drifted apart. Still as long as I could remember, Stanley was at my side for the biggest part of my life and all started so early.

Me and my parents just moved to a new town and I was supposed to start kindergarten. I was a shy kid and I was afraid of going to a new kindergarten while I just adjusted to the last one. The next morning my parents brought me there and I tried to keep to myself as good as I could. While all the other children ran around I sat at a table colouring on some paper. But then, after lunch we needed to go outside. I sat on a bench a little off to the side, watching the others play as two boys walked towards me. "Look it´s a new kid again.", one of them said and I looked their way thinking they wanted to talk to me. I smiled just how I learned it, as they stopped in front of me.

"Can you talk?", the other one asked, crossing his arms. "Y-yes.", I stuttered and they laughed. "Y-yes. That doesn´t sound like it. Maybe we should help a little.", he said, shoving me a little. "H-hey, stop.", I muttered quietly, too shy to talk louder. They laughed again and began to shove me from both sides and pull on my hair. I began crying as I landed on the floor, scraping my knee. "Hey, leave her alone!", another voice called and they ran away laughing. When I looked up, I saw a boy with dark hair and brown eyes smiling at me. "Are you alright?", he asked and I shook my head no, showing him my knee.

He sat down on the ground beside me, inspecting my knee. "Thats not that bad, we´ll just show an adult and you´ll get a bandaid. My names Stanley by the way, whats yours?", he asked smiling. "Y-Y/N.", I answered quietly. "Thats a beautiful name. Now come on Y/N, let´s get you a bandaid for your knee.", he said, helping me up and walking to one of the adults.

That was the first time I met him and when I looked at the man on the stage in front of me, I could still see a little bit of the little boy in him. He was my friend in kindergarten, protecting me from the bullies. But that wasn´t all, we eventually went to the same elementary school.

Stanley always had longer hair than most of the boys, especially on the right side. I never really noticed until one day he came to school with shorter hair, showing me the reason why he kept it that long. And why he sometimes couldn't hear me that well in crowded spaces. His right ear was underdeveloped and looked misshaped.

Some of the kids laughed at him and called him freak in the breaks until he began crying. That was until the day I had enough, I wouldn't see my friend suffer anymore. "Watch where you go freak!", a boy spat while shoving Stanley to the side. It made my anger boil and I stepped in front of my friend. "Hey, stop teasing him for something that isn't his fault! His ear might look different from yours but so do mine! Thats natural. He is still a human being and you hurt his feelings with your behaviour. He is a better person than you because he doesn't pick on others that look or speak different! You should be ashamed of yourself! What would your parents say if they knew how you treat other people?", I spat at him and he gulped at my angry face.

"I-I'm sorry Stanley, I won't bother you again.", he mumbled before he ran away. When I turned to Stanley he smiled at me, before hugging me tight. "Thank you Y/N.", he mumbled and I hugged him back. "No need to thank me, we're friends and thats what friends are for."

I heard he had surgery last year so his ear looks normal. If he can hear on it better, I don't know. From elementary school we stuck together like glue. We did every possible thing together even the not so legal ones. And then there was his big dream. At seven he got a kid guitar and with thirteen his first real one. He played for me often after school and I knew he was talented.