Old fools (Stanford pines x Reader)

Chapter 2

Y/N P.O.V.

"Y/N?"

I gasp as I opened my tear filled eyes. I look at my two friends, rubbing my head. Gods that was so embarrassing! Fidds looks at me with a frown "Am sorry Y/N didn't mean t' embarrass you like that" I look at him for a second then I give him a smile "well, that just means I have to think of something to get back at you!" I grab Fidds and noogie him, he yelps in surprise and laughs.

Ford looks at me and gives a gentle smile, clearly relieved. I let go of Fidds and look at Ford, dead seriousness in my eyes. "Where is my coffee Pines" He shakes his head and hands me my cup of hot, liquid heaven. Ohhh how I've yearned for this moment. I take a long, hearty sip of my coffee, my friends doing the same. I pull away, smacking my lips and letting out a relieved sigh. Perfect. Fidds starts "are you better now?" I look at him, smile and nod. He smiles back and looks at his watch "well I oughta get back t' class! When's yours?" I look at Ford since I do not have a portable watch, Ford glances at the time "we have a few more minutes" he says then takes a sip of his coffee. Fidds waves goodbye as he walks off. Then it's just me and Ford. We sit in comfortable silence, drinking our coffee. Then he starts "Do you really think I'm into the paranormal?" I choke, stifling a laugh "aUGH— O-Of course not, I'm just making fun of you as usual" I teased, he smiled gently; I could see a tint of red on his cheeks. I wonder what that dumb big brain of his is thinking right now..

FORD'S P.O.V.

oH LOrd– I'm so stupid, of course they were joking!! It's been a while since someone made sarcastic jokes and witty comments about my interests.. since he.. oh whatever, I'm lucky to have a friend like Y/N, they're so funny and sassy. Not to mention, they haven't even once made a comment about my hands! It's like.. wow

I look at the time as I get up "Let's get going Y/N, we have chemistry" They get up, a contagious smile on their face. They loved chemistry, doing experiments on plant cells, animal cells; even on human ones! We walk together towards our class, they have been rambling the whole way! How can one say the same stuff but in a different way?? I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it though. They look magnificent when they're passionate.

THIRD-PERSON P.O.V.

Sup dummies, I'm back. oooh what have our little birdies been doing? wait.. Ford thinks you look magnificent when passionate?! oh my, that's certainly scandalous. Back onto the story though.

As our two protagonists find  their way to the chemistry lab, they get blasted in the face with the stink of decay. They look inside and see some experiment going awry. Their teacher, Miss Brown, looks at them and tells them to wear protective gear. The standard gloves, mask and goggles, basically. The duo grabbed some lab equipment and went to their designated seats. You waisted no time getting your hands dirty– or for this instance, your gloves. Stanford though, did everything delicately, with precision and discipline. You can't help but admire that about him, he's always patient and steady. While you, you're a wreck, a disaster waiting to happen– well that's what your mother called you but you paid her no mind.

You grabbed some frog skin cells, carefully putting them under the microscope, you couldn't help but be fascinated by the view. 

Stanford stole a glimpse of you, his cheeks turning red as he saw how captivated you were. His heart fluttered and his stomach twirled. What's going on? Why does he feel this way for his friend? He didn't realize it but he kept staring, enchanted by your beauty. He always thought you were beautiful but now you were.. beautiful

It's kinda embarrassing how instead of noticing it somewhere else like a park or a library; he noticed it in this stinky, dusty lab. Feelings do have a way of coming out of nowhere huh?

Your voice breaks through his thoughts. "Dweeb? you okay buddy?" Ford blinked, his face hot and red. You walked over to him, taking off your left glove and put your hand on his forehead "Dude you're burning up! Are you okay?!" Ford took off his equipment, he opened his mouth to speak but the only thing he could mutter was "a-a-a-a-a-a" You looked at him puzzled, like, huh???

"I-I need to use the restroom! ex-excuse m-m-me!!" He ran out covering his face, you were so confused– but you knew you'd ask him later about it. 

Ford on the other hand was not doing good, he was in the restroom, sitting in a stall. He had just realized he developed feelings for his closest friend. He did not like that at all. 

He didn't have any romantic experiences! Whoever he asked out in the past, always laughed at him or disregarded him. He knew you wouldn't do any of those things but it didn't mean he'd try it! You were too good for him, too pretty, too care-free, too kind. Oh poor Stanford, this is quite the predicament! How will he be able to face you these days when he's aware of these feelings? Maybe with time they will go away, surely they won't last for the next few years right?

He slowly made his way to his dorm, fidgeting his hands. He unlocked the door and walked in, he was greeted by his giddy roomie, "Heya roomie– woah, what happened t' you?" Ford sat on the edge of his bed, still fidgeting his hands nervously. Fiddleford looked at him, concerned. "Stanford?" Ford looked up at his friend, despair and uncertainty written across his face.

"Fiddleford" he started, his cheeks reddened 

"I think I have a crush on Y/N"

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A/N: biology students don't kill me i have no idea how you work-- im an art student :..]