☁Dream Journal☁

The One (Stan Uris) pt.3

Saturday. Finally.

Today was the day Anna was gonna help you get to see your boy. You both comprised a plan to pretend Anna was Jewish and that she was dating Stan to get him out of the house for the double date you had with Anna and Richie. As much as it hurt seeing them so close, you knew you could trust them both. You and Richie waited across the street and talked about why you weren't aloud to see Stan at all except for at school. He told you that was a pretty dumb reason and you two continued to talk for the next thirty minutes until we hear a door shut. We both peak over the bush to see our lovers quickly let go of each other's hand and began walking to the other side of the street and we reconnected into our actual pairs. We began to bike into town me on Stans bike and Anna on Richies. Our first stop was the ice cream shop right across from the movie theatre. We ordered four cones, 1 cookie dough for Anna , 2 vanilla for me and Stan, and 1 chocolate for the trashmouth. We all sat outside and enjoyed our cool summer treat in the middle of spring cause why not? Once we finished we all headed over to the theatre to decide on a movie after five minutes of Richie and Stan arguing over what film, we all decided the new Jurassic Park would be the perfect choice. Once we got into the theatre with two large sodas and four of the best seats, right in the middle. We settled in, me cuddling into Stan as Anna does the same to Richie. If you asked me at this exact moment if I believed that in 2 hours, all hell would break loose, I would have laughed straight in your face and walk away. Once we exited the theatre we saw the one thing I didn't want to see. That damn clown. That motherfucking clown, he hurt Stan back in middle school. Anna wasn't there for that but we all saw him. Stan and Richie began to walk toward the demon creature when I grabbed Stan and Anna grabbed Richie. We pushed past them and walked up to him. I had told Anna stories of this motherfucker when she got here last year and she knew what it wanted. "I'm not afraid of you." We both stood our ground as I spoke. "Hiya Anna! Want a balloon?" And Anna began her smartass ways "do you want a fucking fist to the face, motherfucker." The clown falter ed back as we began mocking him with his sayings "can't float to hell, now can you?" He was almost unable to fight back when Anna said one last thing to banish him " Pop, Pop, Pop, are you retarded or something?" He disappeared And we ran back to the boys as they
Waited for us "How the actual fuck did you guys do that?" That's Richie "Why the fuck is he back? It hasn't been 27 years yet." "Let's just go home ok babe?"

~Time skip to bike ride home~

We watched Anna and Richie speed down a different road to their houses the wind in their hair as they disappeared around a corner and Stan and I went another way to our road. Once we pulled up to the two story blue house I had a flash back to what happened last time I faces the sky blue home. Stan walked me to the porch and without thinking kissed me, hard. As we were captivated by each other we did not even notice the door open to reveal the 6'4 man know as Stanley Uris's father. As soon as his eyes landed on us, he pushed me down the small staircase and grabbed Stan by the shoulders and pulled him inside. My vision was blurry from direct contact with the concrete on the back of my head, but I could make out the door slamming. I slowly crept up the stairs to the door and put my ear to the to hear yelling "Stanley what did I tell you about that bitch, what happened to that nice girl Anna?" "It was a set up dad, Anna is her best friend and isn't even Jewish you DICKHEAD!!" "Stanley go to your room, now." "NOOO I'M TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE A CHILD!! I'M 17 FOR FUCKS SAKE! I WILL DATE AND LOVE WHO I WANT AND YOU WON'T CHANGE THAT!! I LOVE HER DAD AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE THAT!!" Slap. Slap. Punch. That's all I heard before the glass shattering. And more punches. But stronger this time, and more in general. This went on for about 4 more minutes before the door opened and I cowered in fear thinking it was Stans father. "Baby come on you have to get up. Can you walk?" He asked freaking out "No, vision blurry, unbalanced, head bleeding" I managed to utter. He whispered a small 'shit' before picking me up bridal style and carried me to my bike knowing his will be there when he got back. He began to pedal towards your house, making sure not to drop you. He finally made it and quickly dropped the bike and carried me in his arms to the door and hurriedly knocked on the door until my mother opened the door and he ran inside, layed me on the couch, and began running my house in search of supplies to fix your wound. He ran back down the stairs and stumbled back to me on the couch. "Baby I want to sleep" I mumbled "no, no, no I'm sorry love you can't you have to stay awake for me. Can you do that for me love?" He spoke worriedly and fast "okay...i will try my hardest. I promise." I mumbled trying my hardest to stay awake as Stan had pleaded. "Good job baby"
He had begun to wrap my head in a gauze after he had disinfected the wound with rubbing alchohol. He had such a worried expression as he did this and to be honest it made me happy, it showed he cared. Once he was finished he climbed in behind me on the couch and we cuddled until we both fell asleep, whispering our 'I love you's' to one and other.