Request Line (Requested One-Shots)

The Dot Shop (Jorford - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!!!)

Jordan grumbled as he stormed out of the house. Nobody gives a crap about me in this stupid town... he thought as he walked down the dark, cold streets of Gravity Falls. He was scared - more then he had been before, he just wanted somebody to say "hey" or mostly "happy birthday". He looked up to see pale, yellow light flooding from the new ice cream shoppe with the convienent name of "The Dot Shop". He rolled his eyes and walked in. He could try to cheer himself up.
"Hey, miss, is something wrong?", he heard a kind voice chime from the counter.
"It's he. I'm a he.", Jordan grumbled. Again, another problem: people misgendering him.
"O-Oh, I'm so sorry. Mister.", the man said, sticking his finger gently under the collar of his turtleneck and tugging slightly.
"Heh, it's okay.", Jordan said, sighing and walking up to the counter. The man who spoke had a white jacket with the logo on it, a red turtleneck, and grey jeans, brown boots oddly going along with the outfit. He had a quirky smile on his face and glasses perched on his nose as well, complimenting his dark (very dark, they almost looked black) eyes.
"So, would you like something, or do you want to talk to someone?", the man asked. Jordan looked at the mans chest quickly and saw the name tag - Stanford- the name fit him oddly well.
"Well, S-Stanford, I guess I'm having a rough day...", Jordan said.
"Well what happened? If you want to talk about it, I mean.", he said in a more gentle voice.
"It's my birthday, and-"
"Well happy birthday, kiddo!", he smiled and patted his back. Jordan blushed slightly and smiled. Finally.
"Thanks. You're the only one that told me so.", Jordan muttered.
"What, how could they? That's  just plain rude, y'know. Hey, tell you what-", Stanford reached behind the counter, quickly whipping up a concoction of chocolate ice cream and brownie bits, "happy birthday, from Stanford." Jordan blushed more, he didn't know what to say. Was somebody actually being genuinely nice to him for once?
"T-Thank you... That is so nice, yknow...", Jordan whispered, as he stirred the spoon in the bowl.
"Well, it's a man-eat-man world, somebody's gotta be nice.", Stanford chuckled and leaned his elbow on the table. But, to Jordan's dismay, the table was wet, so he slipped and fell on the ground.
"I'M FINE!", he yelled, jumping up again as Jordan held back a laugh. He didn't want to admit it, but he hadn't laughed in a while, but this man - this complete stranger - was making him smile more then his friends.
"Are you sure?", Jordan asked as he regained himself.
"Yes, o-of course. It's not like it hurt to fall on my butt or anything.", Stanford chimed, and Jordan laughed at his joke. They continued to playfully chat for a while.
"Hey, S-Stanford, can I say something?"
"What's up, champ?" Jordan cringed at the name. He hated it.
"Well, I-" Jordan got cut off by a callused finger covered in ice cream tapping his nose.
"Gotcha.", he said. Jordan had a wild blush on his face. This sounds like something from a bad romantic comedy... he thought, but he let the thought slide as he took his spoon and flicked it onto his cheek, making the two of them chuckle and laugh. They looked into each others eyes for an awkward amount of time, possibly trying to find something, or to find theirselves in the other. it didn't matter. Because at that moment, that very moment, Jordan felt happy. He was happy.