Season Of The Pine (Stanford Pines X Reader)

I Mean, I'm Sorry - 4

Ford's POV

I didn't sleep at all last night. The thought of y/n in that towel, her wet hair, the water droplets that collected onto her collarbone. Gahhh. I can't start thinking about it again. I don't need another stiff situation that will grab my attention again and demand to be solved immediately like it had bright and early this morning. 

After I masturbated to the thought of our intense meeting in the kitchen I laid there thinking about y/n and how I would give her an apology. Do I need to have a long and drawn-out apology or would a simple "I'm sorry" do? I got up and paced the room in my boxers and tank top, my brain stressed from the situation I had put us in. I don't know what puts me more in stress and parrel, almost damning the world or my unsuasible urges and desires to be with a young woman who I might ruin or might ruin me. 

"Definitely almost damning the world Ford. Easily almost damning the world but right now this feels like a close second." I argue to myself. My arms come up and run through my hair with worry still pacing back and forth challenging my mind to think of more ways to stress. I decided that working on some unfinished projects would help clear my mind like my gravity gun that has a few kinks to it. I sat down and began to work on it hoping to semi relieve my worrying thoughts, and it did until I looked at the clock. The clock face read 8am. My stressed refilled my body, "shoot I need to get dressed, y/n is most likely awake by now." I thought while scrambling to find clothes to put on my open and bare body.

Y/N's POV

I slept for what felt like ages. My head still hurting from either the drinking or my stress about Ford and I's interaction. I look around to see the time one again forgetting I have no phone or clock in this spare bedroom. I stretch my arms into the air while bringing my legs to a stand. "Guess I should at least get ready for the day and whatever problems this day will surely bring to me." I thought.

I put on a white turtle necked sweater with a burgundy leather skirt. I put black tights under and zipped into some matching burgundy fold over boots. I pinned my hair up with my front pieces pulled out with minimal makeup done to my face. I completed my look with my usual gold hoop earrings and gold necklace. With the realization I had took a good amount getting ready instead of facing the problems I knew I would have with Ford and the ones I would most likely have with Stan. I let out a deep sigh and flung the bedroom door open to start my maybe morning.

My boots clicked against the hardwood as I made my way downstairs hoping to avoid Ford at all costs and find Stanley. I heard laughter coming from the living room area reaching the last few steps and it coming into my view.

"GOOD MORNING Y/N!" Mabel screamed at me in a chipper tone. "Do you want some breakfast? I can cook for you!"

Dipper who was sitting next to her opened his eyes wide and slowly shook his head back and forth with a warning to me. 

"I think I'm okay Mabel but thanks for the offer." I giggled to them both. "Have you seen Stanley and what time is it?" I asked still giggling slightly.

"He's showering right now and it's 9am. You can hang out with me if you'd like. Mabel is going to Grenda's and Ford and I are about to play Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons." Dipper exclaimed. A slight shiver ran up my spine at the mention of Ford's name. Dipper stared at me with puppy dog eyes, "Please y/n! I promise it's really fun and I'm sure Grunkle Ford won't care if you joined us." he pestered on. I stared at Dipper, I really don't want to see Ford, but I know this will probably make his entire year.

"Okay, on one condition. You have to go and ask Ford if that's alright. While you do that, I need to have a conversation with Stan when he gets out of the shower." I reply to Dipper. Without any hesitation Dipper springs up and run out of the room with a very determined face. I let out a small giggle before looking over at the room now filled with Mabel and I only. She speaks up first.