IT Preferences & Imagines

MAKE UP PT. STAN THE MAN (LOSERS)

{Time since the breakup : 3 weeks}

Y/N'S POV

Dear Diary,

I'm so lost right now. And sad. And lonely. Even the birds have something to sing about, though they have not heard the thousands of songs played each day on the radio. Even the stars have someone to shine down upon, kissing the faces of loved ones that have been left behind. The skies have more emotion than me, from the rage of the thunder and lightning to the sadness of gentle rain, crying over the loss of someone important. EVERYTHING has something to cry over or smile about and I'm just here.......So damn numb, that I can't even feel my own heart beating. Doesn't matter, cause its fucking broken anyway. over a stupid boy..

I slammed by diary shut and tossed it onto the carpet below me. I groaned and rolled over so that I was laying on my back. Ben and I were supposed to be working on an English project, but I was too busy drowning in sorrow on my bed. 

"(Y/N), as I recall partner means two people. This assignment is looking a little one sided right now..." Ben stood up and crossed his arms, looking down at me as I whined like a child.

"I don't get it! He said he loved me! He told me I was his everything and then he dumps me like yesterday's garbage!" Tears streamed down my cheeks and I felt the bed slowly sink near my feet. I sat up and saw Ben seated at the edge of my bed smiling sadly.

I sighed and wiped away the droplets of water on my face and sniffled. I pulled myself upwards and grinned back at my good friend who was patting my shoulders lightly.

"Hey, he doesn't know what he's missing! If you have to pry and work hard for him to love, respect, and commit to you, then you deserve better. You ARE better than that."  You let out a small giggle and pulled the chubby boy in for a long hug. 

"Thank you Ben, that was really sweet. But sometimes I just think about how Stan's dealing with this whole break up. He must be having the time of his life without me weighing him down...."

Stan's POV

"UGHHHH!" I angrily wiped the tears off my face and attempted to get myself under control.

I was lying on Bill's bed, facing the ceiling, feeling like a complete screw-up. I just wanted my girlfriend back. I wanted to see her beautiful smile and listen to her gorgeous voice. I craved to kiss her lips and hold onto her forever. This was all my fault. I should have never avoided her and instead just talked things out like a real couple. 

"I miss (Y/N)....." My voice cracked as I spoke and my face was soon drenched in tears once again. 

"Y-y-yeah and I wanted a partner who was going to do s-s-shit. I guess we all have p-p-problems." Bill, who was teamed up with me for our Shakespeare project, was focusing on writing our essay that was due.

"If we were still together, we'd probably be with each other for this assignment." I rolled into a sitting position and rested my head on my hand. 

"If I k-k-knew you were this depressed, I-I-I would've partnered up with Richie. And that's saying s-s-something." He continued to write and I just sat there having an existential crisis.

I glanced around the room, and my eyes landed on a picture frame that was next to the globe on Bill's desk. I slid off of the bed and walked towards it. I picked the wooden square structure and ran my fingers over the glass. 

"Y-y-y-you remember that picture, don't you?" Bill finally looked up from his work and gave me a knowing stare.

"Yeah. I do..."