Sad Valentine - No Vacation (IK IT'S NOT AN 80s SONG BUT IT FITS RLY WELL SO ITS JUST NoT GOING INTO THE SPOTIFY PLAYLIST. COOL? COOL.)
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Stan's PoV (you shouldn't even be shocked by the random POVs by now tbh)
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"Stanley!" a voice trailed through my walkie talkie.
"What," I answered dully.
"Can you come over here?"
I paired the voice through my radio with Eddie's.
"No. I just got home. I don't want to leave again. What do you want?" I asked him. My introverted instincts were kicking in.
"It's-"
"Brandy," I finished Eddie's sentence. Almost all he talked about. It's not like he hadn't always talked about Brandy. Ever since we were little he'd gawk whenever she walked by and murmur under his breath how pretty she was. But the constant talking about her was new.
"Mhm," Eddie said through the radio.
"I kind of shut her out today and I think I might have ruined everything. What if she never talked to me again?"
I rolled my eyes, "dude, don't over exaggerate it. She'll talk to you again. Just go apologize or something."
Sometimes I wondered why my friends even kept me around in the first place. I was never a ray of sunshine, nor did I input much to anything. I was kind of pointless, and knew absolutely nothing of this situation.
Sure I used to sneak off to parties and make out with girls, but I had never been in an actual romantic relationship with one.
Not that I didn't want to have one with any at the moment.
An image of a little, soft, sun kissed girl painted itself in my mind. She was the embodiment of summer, with her slightly tanned and lightly freckled skin. Her name rolled off my tongue like thick, sweet honey. Naturally sun bleached straight hair rolling down a little past her shoul-
"Stan!" Eddie raised his voice.
"W-what?" I snapped back into reality.
"Did you even here me!?"
"Of course I did!" I didn't.
"Okay. Bye. You know where I'm headed. Thanks for your help."
I could hear Eddie drop his walkie talkie. I was left in my room to stare out the window at the fluttering birds, recalling my day in my mind. Cursing myself for not being good enough.
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Brandy's PoV
My room felt smaller than usual, the calm blue walls pulling me in through my bitter misunderstanding.
What had I done?
That night, I had so much planned. I had made little memories in my head that could have been, but he said no. Of course he said no. Why was I even shocked? I knew he didn't like me. Why would he want to spend his Valentine's Day with me?
I pulled my hard rock mixtape from my large stack and pushed it into my boom box, hitting the play button. I turned the volume up loud enough that I couldn't hear the pounding in my ears. Loud enough that I couldn't hear myself think.
I laid back on my bed, spreading myself out and trying my very best to think about anything else. I took in a deep breath and closed my sea blue eyes.
