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— Life was good, especially for someone who has all the money the world has to offer. When you transfered to Stan and Ford's school, you were already the talk of the kids there. Many girls, especially the ones Ford told you about that constantly make fun of his six fingers have also tried their luck to befriend you.
— But, you rejected all of them.
— Because you believed that there's no better friend than the Pines twins.
— You were smart, given that your Father was once a famous scientist but quit because of your super model mother, you got his brains. Thankfully, not his personality.
— You and Ford would always be a rival when it comes to academics, but it never became bitter. Just a playful antic for the two of you since none of you know any better.
— You two were children afterall.
— "Since Ford is joining the spelling bee contest! I should just join the talent contest instead!" You happily said as you took a bite of the sandwich that one of your nannies have made. You swung your legs back and forth as the Pines twins also ate their meal.
— "Aw, why not? I was looking forward to see you defeat Poindexter!" Stanley whined at you.
— You giggled, "I decided to focus on my other talent! Which is! Well... Talent." You said with a smile as you took a bite of your sandwich once again.
— "It must be nice to be multitalented," Ford said quietly as he looks at you. His cheeks dusted with pink as he met your gaze.
— "It's not nice, Filly! The pressure! The preeeessureeee!" You exaggerated as you move your face closer to Ford's in which made him sweat nervously.
— "Alright! I get it!" He said as he gently pushed your face away, laughing in the process.
— "My talent is punching!" Stan announced proudly.
— You laughed, "We know, Stan!" You agreed with his statement.
— You guys were always the trio. Though, it was inevitable for Stan and Ford to get bullied when you're not around, well, there are time where you're around, but those bullies always focused on Stan and Ford.
— They never seem to directly bully you, they just can't. Especially when they've warned about your well... Strict Father.
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— You had gotten home, rather excited than usual. Well, your mother did promised you that she will show you her future designed clothes in her fashion show next year, and she also said that she'll be adding you design if you ever created one.
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Fanfiction[ Stanford Pines x Reader ] "Till we meet again is not always a form of permanent goodbye, it's also a way of saying... 'see you later'," "You broke your promise, Ford. And, after 15 years you decided to contact me and ask for help...