Gravity Falls One Shots

High School [FordxReader]

You shut your locker- locker 618- holding your chemistry books close to your chest as you turn your back to the cool light blue metal and lean against it. Sighing gently, you lift your head and open your eyes in time, just as you look up, to see the class nerd- Stanford Pines- to be looking back at you with his beautiful blue orbs from across the hall. With smooth, fluffy brown hair and sparking blue eyes, he was a cutie, no doubt about that. Thick framed glasses upon his orange-peach nose, and a nerdy red sweater, oh and not to mention his biggest feature, his smarts. The smartest kid in your class! And the most interesting part of him? Those hands of his. Soft smooth skin, neatly kept nails, but six fingers.. On each hand. Undoubtedly the most talked about thing in the class. People liked to call him names, but no way in hell would his twin brother- Stanley- let that go on for long. That's when you see him, scowl and all, lean against the wall beside Stanford protectively. It's like he sensed your eyes were scanning the abnormalities on his hand! Nearly identical to Stanford, there were few differences. He had a beer gut- already at 16- and red zits sprinkled across his face, like flour that you flick off your hands, and of corse, normal digits. 10 fingers. That's it. Unless you count the difference in brains and the clothing of corse. That would be the polar opposite. A too tight, no longer so white tee, jeans with worn down knees on it, and grades so low they should make a new grading scale. But nevertheless he was there to stick up for his wimpy brother.

"Whataya' think, Sixer? Ya gon' ask her or not?" Stanley spoke to his twin gently, but seemingly like you couldn't hear them, though you could.

"Huh? Oh... I don't know Stanley..."

"Come on Poindexter I'm not going to prom with you /again/ this year. You're gettin' a date." He grumbled.

Did they not know they were in public?! You could totally and completely hear them! What odd guys... You turn to your locker again to avoid the awkwardness and begin to open it.

"I know, Stanley... but you know I can't do that. {She'd/He'd} never like me! {She's/He's} too {Pretty/Handsome} for m-"

"Don't give me that, Sixer. You get everything you want! You want {her/him}? You can get {her/him}!" Stanley barked back in a rough scratchy voice.

There's another difference you notice. Stanford has more of a light, smooth voice, like smooth milk chocolate, or a silk blanket, warm and comforting. But Stanley- he has a rough scratchy voice, deeper and bumpy like a sharp rock covered driveway, a stone path. Yet it was still attractive somehow. They both had their own attractive ways.

"I know, but... Stanley, I can't."

Stanley huffed and stood up straight, walking over to you now.

"Hey!" He said in a Scratchy voice. He hitches his thumb back behind him, pointing it at his brother. "The nerd wants to know if you will go to prom with him."

You blush and look up at him, stuttering a bit.

"Stanley, no!!" Stanford whined, as he hid his face.

You smile gently, blushing, then shut your locker.

"You can't take care of him like that forever, you know." You say to Stanley, and then you turn, heading down the hall, leaving them speechless.