crackships

Stanverly Au

a/n i got this idea from a crush x reader i read last year, don't ask

Beverly

There's this kid at school named Stan. He's known as the weird, depressed kid. He's always carrying a box of clear liquid. Nobody knows what it is, not even his friends. He never doesn't have it. The teachers don't care, nobody does. I want to know what it is. I'm going to find out what it is. Tomorrow at school I'll try.

The next day at school

I walk into school and see Stan with his box. I walk up to him.

"Hi Stan," I say.

"Hi," he whispers back.

I have to become his friend. I'm not just doing this to figure out what's in the box, and use him to fulfill my curiosity.  He looks like he needs another friend. His 'friends' aren't with him most of the time. I should ask to walk him to first period.

"Do you want me to walk you to first period?"

"Uh, sure?" He responds, more like a question.

I walk him to his first period class. Then I walk to mine. I think I've gained some type of trust. I go through my first four periods waiting for lunch. When it's finally time, I go to the cafeteria. I get my lunch, then walk to go sit at the table with my friends. I look back and see Stan by himself. I turn around and walk towards where Stan was.

"Hey Bev, where are you going?" My friend calls out.

I flash a smile,"I'm sitting somewhere else today. Hope that's okay."

I go put my tray down, then sit next to him. He looks up and then smiles for a split second.

adorable

"Hi," I say.

"Hi."

We sit there for a minute.

"Why are you doing this?" He asks.

"What?"

"This morning you walked me to class, now you're sitting next to me at lunch," he explains.

"Looked like you needed a friend," I reply.

"Please tell me this isn't a set up, or a joke," he says.

"What?" I almost yell.

"Please," he says, starting to cry.

Oh my gosh. What do I do? Did I make him cry?

"It isn't, I promise. Please don't cry," I say hugging him.

Who hurt this boy in the past so much that he asks a question like that?

He lets go and pulls himself together.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Don't be," I reply.

Two week time skip

It's been two weeks since I started talking to Stan. He's not all weird like everybody makes him out to be. He likes to bird watch and read. I haven't brought up the box yet. I think it would be best not to for a while. I don't think I should, it's going to look like I used him just to figure out. That was what I thought of doing, but it's not anymore. I'm actually starting to like him, in a romantic way. It's weird.

  It's raining outside. I like to take walks in the rain. I put on sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt, a raincoat, and knee high boots. It was light rain, like drizzling. I start walking and looking at the houses. I've been walking for about five minutes before I see a house. I look at the porch and see someone who looks familiar. I take a closer look, and it's Stan. I can tell because of the hair, and box... He's leaning into the box, and it looks like there's splattering in there. I walk up to him, and tap his shoulder. He looks up startled, and he's crying. Wait...

"Stan, is that box full of your tears?" I ask.

 He puts the box down and stands up. He looks down ashamed.

"Yeah."

I grab him and pull him close to me.

"You can talk to me," I say.

He starts to cry harder. I lift up his head to make him face me. I pull him in and kiss him. He kisses back, we kiss for a few seconds before I pull away.

Mission one, complete.

Mission two, fix this precious boy.