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Stan x reader|escape

Stan's POV

20.05.2023

I slide down the wall with my back, while holding a bottle of alcohol in my hand. I look at the ground and everything is blurry, I wish it wouldn't have ever gotten as far as drinking alcohol when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't be addicted now.

I close my eyes and rub my running nose from crying. I slowly weaken the grip in the hand in which I hold the bottle and it slides down a little.

I pull my legs up to my chest and hug them tight as I close my eyes and lean my head on my knees. I feel very light, but sick. I know it never was a good idea to drink. Now Wendy left me again and I have nobody.

I don't even wonder anymore, since I, do, kind of deserve it, but it still hurts. I smack my head against the wall light and look at the ceiling now.

I take out my phone and go to our group chat. I write a quick message but before I am about to send it, I turn my phone off and lay it on the ground, facing down.

I repeat the words I wrote in my head again, should I send them? Kyle would probably come over... I tell myself.

'Hey guys mind somebody coming over?'

It's stupid to ask them to come over when I'm in a state like this, l drunk and crying. I knew I would have a headache tomorrow morning or later at night, but I didn't care when I took out the bottle.

Dad is drunk sometimes too and I can ask him for a bottle if he's drunk enough so I always had a few in my closet. Mom never really noticed, she stopped putting my laundry in my closet when I turned 13 so she'd never find out.

Just for a few days, I'd really like to get away from all the problems in school, at home, everywhere actually. But I can't. That's what I thought at least.

I close my eyes, it's late already, my family is at my aunt's place together with Shelly, I stayed back home.

Sleepiness takes over me and I fall asleep real fast. Sleeping is better than living or alcohol.

It's been three days, it's now Tuesday. I haven't been drinking since Saturday, Kyle says that that would be good, is it really?

Today after school, I met with the new kid, they wanted to tell me something. The new kid came into our lives many years ago, since then, they had really good ideas. But they often had been missing school-probably too lazy.

I walk behind the school and over to the new kid. "Hey new kid, what's up?" I ask and look at them. "I wanted to ask you something, do you maybe wanna run away? Escape life? I know how you feel, so I thought maybe you wanna come with me" they say and I look at them.

"I'm not really sure if that's such a good idea.." I say back and they look at me, "There is an old house on the mountain, it's not used. I brought some food up there and asked a friend to bring food regularly so I won't starve up there." I look at them.

"So you planned this some time ago, huh?" I ask and they nod taking out their phone. "In case you do wanna come, here is my number, text me anytime" they say and I look at them, taking out my phone and typing in the number. "Thanks, I guess.." "no problem"

Your POV

Wednesday, the day I go missing. Stan had decided to come too and we both were hanging out at the house. It was way better up here than down there. No people were telling us what to do and no people were here to discuss our plans. It was just us.

I pull the blanket over Stan and take his hat off. He looks adorable, with his black hair all overgrown. I smile at myself as I lay down in my bed aswell, tuking myself in. But before I close my eyes I stand up and go to Stan, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

It was really weird doing that, but I am a big mother figure to the boys of his group, and I totally don't mind. And Stan was pretty cute.

Tho I instantly regretted giving him a kiss, since he woke up seconds later. "Stan are you alright?" I ask him as he gets pale. He sits up and throws up to the side. I look and him and begin to stroke his back. "Wait a second, I clean this up.." I say and get up, getting some cat litter and putting it over the vomit, before I take out some body spray, my favourite, and spray some in the room, on Stan, on me, everywhere.

"Sorry dude" his voice is quiet and hurt. "Aw, don't be" I say and hug him. "I still like you" I say and silence takes over,

"you like me?"