The White Roses (stanarrator)

Chapter 3 - Away from Reality

The Narrator's POV

"What?"

The question rang out as Stanley signed. It was extremely unexpected, given the situation the Narrator was in right now.

[Do you... support it? Or are you in any way part of it?]

The Narrator was even more cornered now, for once he was actually lost for words. He thought over every possible scenario and how this might play out; most of the scenarios being negative, he decided to answer in a neutral-type way.

"Uhm.. yes, I do support."

There was an awkward tone in his voice, he felt like by saying this, he was commiting a crime, but at the same time it felt like such a relief to get this out to someone. Its not like he was the one who initiated this conversation anyway, Stanley asked him first.

Stanley relaxed his shoulerd and let out a sigh. To the narrator this seemed like a tired sigh, so he assumed nothing more of it, Stanley was just tired. Tired...

[Okay, see you in a couple days time Narrator]

Stanley waved goodbye and entered his apartment, he had a slight sheen on his face, but it was barely noticable.

As soon as Stanley went into his apartment, the Narrator turned off the microphone through which he communicates to him, and sat back in his seat. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. The Narrator had never been put under such an amout of stress, this was not a regular occurence. He closed his eyes and laid back, putting his hands on his face. A slow, but shaky breath was released from the Narrator. He thought to himself -

What if he finds out? What would happen then? Would he hate me for who I like?

No, that would be impossible, knowing Stanley, he would probably end up supporting me too... right?

Narrator was confused, he was nervous, he was...

This new emotion overwhelmed him, he was shaking, his breath fast and short, sweat was dripping all the way down his back, he couldn't sit still and his thoughts were all over the place.

I need to relax. It's no big deal.

As the Narrator let out another sigh, he uncovered the winged ears, his glasses turned into a second set of eyes and a tail in the shape of an arrow popped out. His skin and hair turned to a void-like substance and clothes became a range of abstract shapes, his second set of arms drooping down. His voice became slightly distorted as he spoke.

"Thats so much better.."

Slowly, he began to levitate, his feet gently lifting off of the ground and his eyes closing. This conversation had exhausted him; Even though not many words were exchanged, an odd tension hung in the air, and soon became very akward. The Narrator was actually kind of glad that Stanley hadn't gone on to ask more questions, otherwise he wouldn't have known what to say to him.

He hung in the air for multiple hours, resting his mind and form.

All of a sudden, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest, as if something piercing his lungs...

Stanley's Pov

Stanley entered his apartment and locked the door behind him. A sigh of relief rang out in the silence. Well, now he knew that the narrator wasn't homophobic. But something still didn't seem right. It was as if The Narrator was hiding something himself, it wasn't quite normal, since the narrator likes to overshare sometimes during his monologues in the story, revealing interesting parts of himself, like habbits or appearance.

Stanley hadn't ever seen the Narrator, but was already somehow head-over-heels for him. The Narrator had described himself as a half-humanoid figure, choosing what form he appeared in to other people. In one moment he could be an angel-like form, with multiple wings stretched from his back, body covered in all-seeing eyes and something to resemble a sort of halo above his head, however the next moment he could appear to someone as something as simple as a puppy. However many forms the narrator had, Stanley remembered the descriptions of them very well, his favourite one being the void-man.

The Void-Man form, (as Stanley was told) had mostly the same structure as a human, however it had a second set of arms and eyes, and the ears were replaced with elegant, pearly-white wings, the body was described as being made of 2D/3D shapes, and a tail in the shape of an arrow swung behind his back. To Stanley, this form seemed almost... majestic. he imagined the white wing ears sitting atop the Narrators head, the smooth, silky feathers brushing along his void like skin.

Suddenly, he awoke from his daydream and realised he had to call Mariella to tell her how it all went, he wouldnt want to keep his best friend in suspence! He took out his phone and video aclled her immediately. Afew seconds had passed before Mariells picked up the phone and answered it in a hurried and excited tone.

"Did you finally manage to tell him? What did he say, what did he say!?"

Stanley put the camera on his coffe table and rested his phone against a mug so he could sign with both hands.

[I asked him what he thinks about all the LGBTQ+ stuff..]

"And..?"

[He said he supports! Although-]

"What next? Did you finally manage to confess to him? How did it go? Did he say something rude? Did he accept it? Did he say he loves you too!?"

Mariella interrupted him throughout his sentence, she seemed a little bit too excited.

[Calm your ass down Mari!]

Stanley signed back franticly. He was barely keeping up with her hyperactive attitude as she fired question after question at him. He took a deep breath.

[I didn't confess to him yet, but as I was saying, I suspect he doesn't just support... I think he might be part of the community too.]

An audible gasp of excitement was heard on the other side of the line. Mariella was clutching her face in excitement, trying not to scream out of joy. Stanley couldnt help but also smile at the thought of him having a chance with the Narrator after all.

"Hey Stan... Staaaan..."

Stanley was far off in a daydream about him and narrator again while Mariella was desperately trying to get his attention. A few minutes had passed and she got quite impatient.

"WAKE UP STANLEY PARKER!!!"

He fell back in shock as Mariella shouted at him through his phone. His cheeks flushed red, half with embarassment and half from what he was daydreaming about.

[Sorry, I was lost in thought]

Stanley responded to her with an awkward smile, which of course meant he was fantasizing again. 

"Yeah okay, whatever. You can think about your little boyfriend later, do you want to go to the bar with me and Jim tomorrow? Drink something?"

Stanley grinned, he knew that Jim was going to get wasted like always, and Mariella and he would have to drag him home again.

[Sure, what time?]

"Come around 8 pm, Jim said he found a new drink to get us all drunk again."

[Then I guess you'll be responsible for both of us tomorrow because I want to try it for once, he always gets to be drunk and we don't? That's just not fair!]

He chuckled at this, saying goodbye to Mari and getting ready for bed.

As he's lying in his bed staring at the blank ceiling, he thinks of what might happen tomorrow or the day after, or the one after that. Millions of possibilities raced through his mind, some bad, some good. He would imagine meeting the Narrator face to face. That reminded him, he didn't even know his name. What kind of name would a Narrator have? Maybe Albert, or Cadence...

Stanley falls asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming peacefully about the day that was to come.