☁Dream Journal☁

The One (Stan Uris)

(In this all of the losers club boys are 17 while the girls are 16.)

Today was the day that I was to meet Stans father at their house after school. Since I would have no time to get ready for the meeting after school I wore my nice outfit to school that day. I decided to wear a nice 3/4 length striped shirt with my maroon overskirt. Not too fancy but formal enough. I got on my bike making sure to fully sit today as I raced to school to meet Stan early so we could discuss the after noon. My medium length Brown hair flew in the wind as I sped through town and into the bike rack at Derry high school. I may be 16 but no one in my family could afford a car and I certainly didn't have enough money working my small weekend job at the arcade. I hopped off my bike and began to jog to our meeting spot, a small tree that had red leaves all year round. Once I got there I noticed the noodle haired boy standing at a solid 6'2 with a camera in hand taking a photograph of a nearby blue Jay perched on the fence of the school. I walked up to him as slowly as I could and prepared myself to jump on his back. In order to avoid breaking his camera in any way I waited for him to tuck the expensive piece of equipment into his satchel before jumping onto his lower back and holding on for dear life "dear God  love, where did you come from?" He spoke chuckling. I released my hold on him and jumped down to my previous place on the ground. Dating Stanley was somewhat challenging taking into account the fact that I was 5'2 and he was the giant he is. He stared down at me before grabbing my face and bending down to give me a sweet kiss on the lips. We both pulled away after about 45 seconds and smiled at each other." Are you ready to meet my parents babe?" Stan asked a nervous smile displayed over his beautiful features. "Why of course Stanley, what do you think of my outfit?" I asked returning the same smile. " You look as beautiful as you always do, maybe even more." He spoke looking directly into my eyes as he sqeezed my hand for extra reassurance. "Thank you, Stan." I spoke looking down to avoid the teasing of my redened cheeks by the fellow loser club members approaching the same tree we were currently occupying  "you're welcome beautiful." He spoke quietly and grabbed my chin, lifting my chin and lingerly placing a chaste kiss to my lips as the club members arrived " Stan the man getting frisky by the meet up tree? Wow Anna we have never gone that far have we babe?" This comment earned the trashmouth a small punch from the girl stood next to him with a smile plastered onto her face. Anna was my best friend and was never truly happy with her life until she met the trashmouth, known as Richie. Ever since she gained more confidence, took time to properly dress herself and eventually learned how to speak her mind, she became half the trashmouth Richie was but that was a good thing. "No Richie, we save that for behind closed doors." He spoke a permanent smirk the whole time. Now it was your turn to give him a small punch on the arm as a warning "Jeez, you know I'm kidding" You all talked for about 5 more minuetes before you and Anna left for your first period class, her constantly asking how nervous I was to meet Stans strict parents.

~Time Skip to after school~

I walked out of my last period class and made my way to the bike rack perched at the front of the school where Stan agreed to meet me to bike to his home for the meeting. Once I got out of the double doors I made my way to the small bars containing all of the losers club bikes. Stood close by was my boyfriend of 4 years stood listening to something on his walkman and tapping his foot to the beat. I walked up to him and held his arm as he turned and looked down at me. "Ready to leave love?" He asked kindly "Why yes Stanley my good sir I am" I spoke in a horrid English accent. He rolled his eyes and spoke chuckling "take some time away from Richie, okay?" "Alright, I would rather spend time with you anyway". He flushed a deep red as I spoke and looked down, stuffing his Chuck Taylor's against the concrete. "Ready to go lover boy?"
"Yeah I am my love"

We pulled into the driveway of the creme two story house and walked seperatly to the porch, connecting our hands as we stepped onto the stairs. Stan got his key out of his back pack as he unlocked the door and steeped inside dragging you in. There home was absolutely breathtaking, and organized. 'Probably Stan' you thought recalling your lovers OCD. His mother practically ran out of the kitchen and grabbed your hand shaking it vigourosly "Its so nice to finally meet you, sweetheart. Please come sit down, tell me about yourself." You stared back at Stan waiting for affirmation, until he nodded slightly pushing you foward towards the woman as she  gently lead you to the living room while Stan went up the stairs presumably to find his father. She gently led you to a large accent chai as she sat on the navy sofa opposite to me and began to ask me questions about my life, grades,home life, and finally...religon. I wasn't particularly religious in any way but I identified as a Christian. I answered ans she gave me a small mobile and told me it didn't matter to her as long as I treated Stanley right. As soon as she finished her sentence there were two sets of feet rush down the stairs case and I turned around to be met by Stan and his slightly taller father giving me a smile. Stans being much more genuine and wider than his father's.

To be continued....