stan's pov
"so y/n, where's your house?" i said
"fyi, i live in an apartment. in front of the pines pawns shop to be exact" she said
me and stanford jerked our heads toward her. i can't believe it, she's living in front of our house. i think stanford can't believe it too. "no way! you live right in front of our house. but how come we never saw you if you moved here a month ago?"i said.
" 'cus i don't like to go out. it's just an introvert thing, ya' know. " she replied
"is this the place?" i asked as i stopped
" yeah, thanks for the ride" she said smiling and waved goodbye to us.
"hey ford, i just got the greatest idea" i said
"let me guess, does it involves y/n-" i cut his sentence by shouting her name, grabbing her attention. she then turned around and looked at us across the street.
"hey i was thinkin', we have a little project down on the beach and we can use an extra pair of hands, you wanna come?" i asked
"sure, just let me get change" she said casually.
a/n : hey guys, sorry for the late update. i just got a tsunami of tests and school assignment. i have no motivation to write today ( that feeling when you just wanna write but you're doing your math test ). i'm so tired ugh. again, i'm super sorry for the short and rushed chapter
oh yeah, i decided to name the basketball playmaker Mark ( for future puns ; ) ) i just can't make up my mind between american or african-american
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Stanford X Reader ( X Stanley?)
FanfictionYou're a new kid on glass shard beach. as smart as Ford and as tough as Stan, you become bestfriends with them. but nothing had prepared you for what's coming....
