SBM: Stand By Me: Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 Greaserchild

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the park where I had arranged to meet up with my childhood friend, Dylan. The air was filled with nostalgia as I scanned the familiar surroundings, recalling the countless hours we had spent playing here as kids.

Dylan and I hadn't seen each other in years. Life had taken us on different paths, but today was a reunion that promised to rekindle old memories and create new ones. I sat on a bench near the playground, eagerly awaiting Dylan's arrival. As I scanned the crowd, I spotted his familiar face, a mix of excitement and joy spreading across his features.

"Dylan!" I called out, waving him over. He grinned and quickened his pace, enveloping me in a warm hug when he reached me. The years melted away as we exchanged stories and laughter, catching up on lost time.

Hours slipped by unnoticed as we strolled through the park, reminiscing about the adventures of our youth. The bond we shared was unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of true friendship. As we shared stories, a familiar figure caught my eye.

Chris, my boyfriend, approached with a furrowed brow, his eyes narrowing as he observed Dylan and me talking animatedly. I sensed a flicker of jealousy in his gaze, and a knot formed in my stomach.

"Hey, Chris! This is Dylan, my childhood friend. We go way back," I said, attempting to ease the tension.

Chris forced a smile, but the unease lingered in his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Dylan," he muttered, shaking hands with my old friend.

As the three of us chatted, I noticed Chris becoming increasingly distant. It was evident that he was struggling with the sudden appearance of a figure from my past. Sensing the tension, Dylan excused himself, giving us some space.

"Is everything okay, Chris?" I asked, concern etched on my face.

He sighed, his gaze averted. "I just didn't expect... I mean, who is this guy? Why haven't I heard about him before?"

"Dylan's just an old friend, Chris. You know how it is. We were catching up on old times," I explained, trying to reassure him.

"Well, it seemed like more than just catching up. You two looked pretty cozy," Chris remarked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

A pang of irritation coursed through me. "Chris, don't be ridiculous. Dylan and I go way back. There's nothing more to it."

He clenched his jaw, clearly still uneasy. Without another word, Chris turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving me bewildered on the park path.

"Chris, wait!" I called after him, but he didn't slow down. Determined not to let things escalate, I chased after him, weaving through the park-goers until I caught up with him.

"What's going on, Chris?" I demanded, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

He turned to face me, his eyes a mix of hurt and jealousy. "I don't know. Seeing you with him, it just... it got to me. I guess I felt threatened."

"Threatened? Chris, he's just a friend! You're the one I love," I insisted, hoping he would understand.

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "I know, I know. It's just... I've never seen you like that with anyone else. I felt like I was losing you."

A wave of understanding washed over me. "Chris, you're not losing me. You're my partner, my love. But I can't shut out everyone from my past. Dylan's important to me, and I want you to be a part of that too."

Chris sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I guess I overreacted. I just got caught up in the moment. Can we start over?"

I nodded, relief flooding through me. We walked back to where Dylan was waiting, the tension now dissipated. As we approached, I introduced them properly, and Chris, realizing his mistake, extended a hand to Dylan.

"Sorry about earlier, man. I guess I let my insecurities get the best of me," Chris admitted, a sheepish smile on his face.

Dylan chuckled, shaking his hand. "No worries, mate. I get it. It's not easy seeing someone from the past suddenly show up. We're all good."

From that moment on, the three of us spent the rest of the day together, sharing stories, laughter, and creating new memories. The initial tension transformed into camaraderie, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, we were a trio of friends, bound by the shared experiences of the past and the promise of a future filled with laughter and understanding.

As we parted ways that evening, I couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of relationships. Sometimes, a little jealousy and misunderstanding can lead to growth and a stronger connection. Life, it seemed, had a way of weaving unexpected threads into the tapestry of our stories, and in that moment, surrounded by the people I loved, I couldn't have been happier.