A Story Finally Finished || The Stanley Parable

[6] - The First Month

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The next month was very uneventful. Narrator had made himself an ID, under the name 'Kevin Narrator', and a bank account, and eventually found a job as an interpreter for phone operators, specifying in Spanish. Stanley managed to get another job in an accounting office, without any qualifications. He told Narrator when they asked that the company was desperate for workers, as they were close to closing down. This meant that the pair had a stable income, and could pay taxes and buy necessities, as well as a nice sofa, and some house decorations.

After the first week, Stanley had dragged Narrator to the cinema, and to the beach. Narrator enjoyed the cinema with its bright colours and scenes but wasn't fond of the beach. The sand felt weird between his toes.. During the second week, the pair went golfing, and they enjoyed every second of it. Then, the next two weeks were dull. Not much to do, except manage taxes and rent, which was decently expensive.

Narrator was working swell, and Stanley was working fine in his job. They were happy.
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On the month anniversary of escaping the Parable, Narrator and Stanley were relaxing in their rooms. Narrator was at his desk in his office, writing. It was a comfort thing of his to do. He worked for a few hours, before he heard a rap on the door. Stanley. Narrator leaned back, "Come in Stanley," he ushered. The mute let the door open, and he peeked his head in. He looked adorable as he peered in. Would you like to watch a movie with me? I'm going to watch something with some popcorn and sweets, Stanley asked.

Narrator felt his heart lift, A movie? Wait. Why was he getting so excited over a movie with Stanley? Narrator felt their face heat up slightly, but thankfully, Stanley didn't notice. "Why not." Narrator said, "Let me get changed, I'll meet you downstairs." Stanley nodded, waved, and left. Narrator could hear Stanley head downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing bowls and snacks out of the cupboards. Narrator turned off his computer, and headed to his room to get changed. Prior to getting changed, they were wearing a grey shirt, with a yellow tie, and black trousers, before getting dressed into a mustard yellow jumper and grey jeans.

Narrator headed downstairs, to find Stanley ready waiting on the sofa for him. On the little coffee table, which they had bought a week prior, was bowls of popcorn, sweets and chocolate, and two drinks sat on either side of them. The Narrator sat beside Stanley, putting one of his legs over the other loosely, and leaning back. "So Stanley," Narrator queried, "What are we watching.?"
Stanley smiled, Well. It's technically a musical. It's called Hamilton. But it's really long, see? It's about three hours long.. Stanley shrugged, You don't have to watch the whole of it, but I wanted to introduce you to it I guess?

Narrator shrugged, "I'll watch a musical. Let's get on with it then, eh?"
Stanley smiled wholly, and pressed play on the remote for the television. The first song began, introducing the main character, Alexander Hamilton, and Stanley began tapping his hand along to the song, clearly enjoying it. Although Narrator wouldn't admit it, he also enjoyed the music, silently jamming to the bars.

An hour into the musical, Stanley and Narrator had worked their way through a bowl of popcorn, and a large bar of chocolate. Narrator was just peacefully sat on the sofa, enjoying the song currently being performed, when they felt a shuffle next to him. Curious, he turned to the shuffling, and saw Stanley had moved closer to him? Only by about 4 inches, but it was still a difference. Narrator thought nothing of it, and put his attention back on the musical.

He payed no attention to it for another 45 minutes, until he felt something on his shoulder. Narrator turned, and saw a mess of brown hair leaned against him. Stanley's breathing was slow and deep, his eyes drooping closed. Narrator felt his heart quicken slightly, and his face heat up at the situation, but he tried to shake it off, and continue watching the musical, without bothering Stanley of his rest.

The musical finished not even an hour later, and Stanley had fallen into deep sleep. Narrator moved slightly in his place to get a quick glance at the sleeping man, and saw his face slightly. His eyes were still, and his face was relaxed, smushed slightly against Narrator's shoulder. He was peaceful, to say the least. In fear of waking Stanley, Narrator slumped into the couch, and grabbed the blanket that lay thrown over the back of the seat. He stretched it out slightly, and lay it slowly over Stanley, intending to keep him warm whilst he slept.

Narrator then turned off the television, and clicked the lights off from his seat with his 'Narrator Skills', before leaning his head back, and closing his own eyes. It was getting late anyways. It was probably a good idea to get some sleep.
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Stanley POV:

Stanley opened his eyes, and was welcomed with darkness. He looked at his wrist, where a cheap watch lay, glowing slightly in the dark. The time read 9:37PM, so there was an obvious reason for the dark. Stanley then looked to his right, where Narrator was sat whilst they were watching Hamilton, to find him asleep, in an awkward position. Narrator had his head dropped down, his chin digging into his chest. His face was scrunched but relaxed, and his hands lay open at his sides.

Stanley smiled, God he looks so cute right now. Stan stood up quietly, as to not wake the sleeping person next to him, and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned to the living room, and found Narrator still in the same position. If you didn't know they were asleep, someone would think Narrator was dead, really. Grabbing the blanket Stanley had been met with when he awoke, he threw it gently over the Narrator, and pulled the recliner button on the side of the sofa arm. The seat slowly fell backwards, allowing Narrator to be more comfortable on the chair whilst he slept.

Stanley was finally satisfied, but instead of heading back to his own room, he grabbed the other blanket from the couch, and lay back down next to Narrator, allowing his head to fall back onto Narrator's shoulder, and closing his eyes. The breathing of the older man next to Stanley soothed him, and soon enough, the pair were both asleep.

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