Escaping From Monsters(Stanford X Reader)

4~Be Alone Together~4

(Stanford's P.O.V)

I gave (F/n) one last look before I shut the door and made my way to the kitchen.

(F/n) (M/n) (L/n)...Such a lovely name.

There was something about her, though I couldn't put my finger on it...It was there. In her eyes, there was a spark of an essence that I had never seen before. It made my heart beat in an irregular pattern. I didn't understand.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts out of it, and made my way to the kitchen. Stanley was sitting over a cup, steam rising from a beverage, despite the summer heat. His nerves were on edge. In front of him was another beverage, steam rising from the cup.

"I figured finding a girl on the beach who was bleeding would stress you out, so I made some hot cocoa." Stanley said, his grip tightening on the cup.

I smiled at the gesture and sat down in front of him. We both sat in silence as we drank.

"How's she doin'?" Stanley asked, still looking down at his cup.

"She woke up for a bit."

Stanley tore his gaze from the cup and looked at me.

"She woke up?!" He stood up and started to walk to the room she was in.

I got up and reached out to him, grabbing the back of his collar, making him stop to turn to me.

"Woke. Stanley, I said Woke. She fell back asleep. Just let her rest."

He sighed and dragged his feet back to the table and sat down in the chair. I took a seat across from him and began drinking the beverage.

"Ford, what are we gonna do?"

I looked up from my cup to Stanley. His gaze fixated on his own. I noticed that his hands were trembling. He ran a shaky hand through his short hair and leaned back in his seat.

"Well, we can not throw her into the streets. After all, you said she was running from something." I said, readjusting my glasses.

"I think we need to watch out for her here. At least until she gets better."

"I know, but we can't afford to feed another mouth, Ford. But we can't throw her out on the streets, either!!" Stanley put his arms on the table, his head on top of them and groaned.

I looked down the hallway, towards the room that she was in.

"Her name is (F/N)..."

Stanley looked up at me. His eyes wide.

"(F/N), huh? The name..Its kinda nice." He said, relaxing his muscles. He sat up, a soft smile covering his features.

"Yes. It is." I replied, raking my brain for any idea of how we were going to help her.

My twin slammed his head against the table.

"Either way, how are we even gonna take care of her?! There has to be something!!" He groaned, almost knocking over his cup.

That's when it hit me.

"Stanley? I think I just might have something."

(Your P.O.V)

You didn't know what time it was when you got up, but there wasn't anymore sunlight. The room was rather dark, and you were debating if you should get up. However, you just pushed the thought aside and waited for Stanford.