Stan Your Man ♡ Sill

notebook entey twenty:

today you're supposed to come over. and do what, i have no clue. but my insides floated just at the thought of having you to myself, none of the guys and gal to ruin any moments about to happen.

when you stepped foot into my room, not even a knock before hand, you smiled as i was spraying cologne.
"trying t-t-to smell good for m-m-m-me?"
i rolled my eyes. what else could i do other than turn bright red.
when you came by, i kissed you quickly, nothing sweet. but it was still special. every touch we shared was.
"you really do smell good."
you piped up after a staring contest seemed to randomly start. and that made me laugh. only to look up and see that smile plastered on your face. i just wanted to kiss it away. that is until my parents walked in.
"door stays open, stanley."
what was it you said, bill? i think it was something like,
"no problem mrs. uris."
you may have fooled her but you weren't fooling me. you weren't as sweet as you played yourself out to be.
as the day unfolded we just held each other, cuddled on top of my bed playing video games. and every time we heard foot steps we would untangle ourselves from each other and one of us would sigh from loss of warmth.
many kisses were shared that day. all were short and sweet.
and i wouldn't change any part of today. you made it perfect.
-sincerely, stan your man ♡