Old fools (Stanford pines x Reader)

Chapter 7

Y/N P.O.V.

It's evening and I'm sitting comfortably in my armchair, reading a book about making cocktails. I don't really drink much, but if I'm at a party or out with friends, I'll get something. Though I think making them is bound to be much more interesting than drinking them.

As I'm spacing out in my book, I hear a knock from my door, regaining my senses again. 

I get up, walk towards my door and open it, thinking it might be those pesky salesmen again.

"I told you I'm not interested in your stupid giraffe flavored popsicles, leave me the fuck alone" I said as I open my eyes and see a very confused Ford. "Uh.. is this a bad time?" he asked, looking away, blushing. I let the cogs in my brain work for bit when I realized, I'm in my robe and underwear. In front of Ford. Stanford Pines.

I blink and quickly close the door with a slam. "Sh-Shit!! sorry! I didn't expect you to come this early" I yelled from the opposite side of the door. He yelled back "No! No! I should be sorry I forgot to give you an exact time!" I quickly went to my room, putting on some clothes. Stuffed my wallet, phone and keys into my pockets. I walked back to the front door and opened it. I looked at Ford who was still very embarrassed from seeing me in that state. "Sorry about that" I smiled sheepishly. He shook his head and laughed "It's quite alright, I've seen you worse" I laughed

"Shall we?" he asked and I nodded. "Yes, yes we shall" I teased and we walked off.

As we walked in town, I could feel eyes on us. I look around nervously and swallow a lump in my throat. Ford notices my stance since my anxiety was spiking up and takes my hand– a very intimate move I did not expect.

"Hey, it's alright. People are just curious about you. They're not judging" he whispers softly, reassuring me.

I nod and take my hand back. "You don't need to hold my hand, I'm not a child" I chuckle as he rubs the back of his head, crimson playing on his cheeks. "Sorry, sorry, I just worry. You always had a problem with anxiety"

I wave my hand in dismissal "yes well, since the last time you saw me.. making a scene.. I've gotten better at handling it. We're full grown adults now Dweeb"

He looks at me curiously and asks "making a scene? You mean your anxiety attacks?" I nod and he continues "Y/N, don't say it like it's not important. You never caused a scene, you had a problem, you dealt with it. I'm very proud of you"

Noooo Ford.. don't say something like that!! You're making me reevaluate my life choices!

I sigh as a blush creeps it's way to my cheeks. "Thanks, I guess" I say, trying to hide the fact that I'm flustered. Gods Y/N you're sixty two years old and you're blushing like some teenager! Get a grip..

"Of course! Anything for my closest friend"  he was practically beaming with pride, it hurt my eyes seeing him this happy.

As we arrive to his house, I can't help but feel a sense of familiarity; 'mystery shack'? I swear I've read that somewhere.

I look at Ford and ask "whyy are we going towards that tourist trap?" He chuckles and starts "that tourist trap used to be my home– it still is, I just live in the basement now" I raise my brow in question as he sighs "that's a story I'll tell you in due time, now we must focus on the task at hand"

I nod, when suddenly we hear a window break. I look over to the broken window when the girl from yesterday emerges, yelling "I FOUND MY GRAPPLING HOOK!"

Ohh what was her name again..?

Maple?

The girl notices us and runs over "Grunkle Ford!! Look look!" She was so giddy, it was actually kind of infectious as I started smiling without noticing it.