IT Imagines & Preferences

Stan

It was Saturday, perfect weather. Sunny, nice and breezy. You were staring out your bedroom window, wishing you could wander outside. But your parents said unless you were with someone else, you couldn't go. That was until Stan called asking if you wanted to go bird watching with him.

You shouted your parents asking if you could go to the park with a friend. They said yes, and you told Stan you would meet him there. You changed into nicer clothes other than your lounge wear. You looked in the mirror to see if you were presentable and grabbed your parasol on the way out of your room. You said goodbye to your parents, and they said to be safe as you closed the front door.

You loved the scenery and the cool air. Wishing it would stay this way forever, you spotted a baby rabbit just off the pavement. It was so small, it could fit snugly in the palm of your hand. You couldn't help but to keep staring at it. It was just so adorable. Then you felt like you were being watched again. You spun around, only to see across the street, all by itself. A red balloon. It looked so innocent. Such a simple object. There was something about it that had you staring. Then you remembered Stan. You might be late! You continued to walk towards the park. Getting nervous, you broke into a run.

When you reached the park, you were looking around for Stan. There were a lot of people in the park, and it's difficult to find him. You finally spotted him on a park bench, staring at the fountain at some birds. "Hey Stan!" you shouted. He looked around then saw you. He had a big smile on his face.

You sat down next to him. "Sorry I took so long." He shook his head. "It's fine."
He couldn't help but notice how nice your outfit looked, topped off with a parasol. He was always admiring your features when you weren't looking. You had a smile that could brighten anybody's day. "Stan, look!" You grab his hand and point at a bird on a small tree. "A blue bird!" He smiled. "The bluebird of happiness." he whispered. "What?"

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "There's something I want to tell you." He was highly contemplating whether he should tell you or not. "I'm listening." He was really anxious. One part of him wanted to tell you, and the other was yelling not to.

"So, there's this person that I like." "Oooh!Spill!" You squealed, leaning forward with grin. His face flushed pink and he laughed lightly. "Come on! Tell me, tell me! Who is it!?" you jested. He purses his lips and took a deep breath.

"You."

He quickly looked away. "Yeah, I know, I know. It's stupid." "No it isn't," you rolled your eyes. You put your hand on his shoulder. "Because I like you too." "Really!?" "Yes, really. I'm not playing." You smiled, too many thoughts to comprehend.

He stares into your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again. He moves closer, hands on your hips. Stan leans in slowly and kisses you gently. It was a slow, passionate kiss. His lips linger for a few seconds before he pulls away and looks at you. "I love every second of this," you smile.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Published September 25, 2017. I'm just trying to keep track.