Stenbrough Nights

|Shot 80| • Driving •

They're. Getting. So. Big. And look how long Jaeden and Wyatt's hair is!

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STAN'S POV

"Alright, Bill, ready?" I asked buckling.

He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel.

"Yep"

"Alright. It's just like I said, turn the key, gently release the clutch, and drive slowly, simple as that"

"Okay, I got this" he said proudly.

He turned the key after buckling and the engine sputtered to life.

"Good" I praised him. "Clutch?"

He grabbed the clutch and slowly put it into gear.

"Good. Now gently press the gas"

Bill did as told and the car moved slowly at first, then smooth and steady.

"Great, Bill!" I praised him again.

"Ha!" he laughed triumphantly. "Look at me, Stanny! I'm driving!"

"Eyes on the road, you goof" I chuckled.

We pulled out of my driveway and Bill began driving down the street. For his first time, Bill is a great driver, but I'm not that surprised. He's great with cars.

"I still don't understand why you wanted me to help you drive, Bill. You're great with cars"

"Well, I uh...I guess I just wanted to make sure I did it right" he shrugged.

"Bill, you don't need my help" I defended him.

"Well," he blushed, "I guess I just wanted an excuse to hangout with you, then"

"Oh" I blushed, my cheeks flooding with heat. "Well, um...You could've just said so, I would've hung out with you regardless"

"Guess so" he chuckled nervously.

The car ride was silent for awhile after that, until I cleared my throat.

"So uhm...since you're driving, wanna go grab some lunch? My treat?" I offered.

"Sh-Sure" he stuttered. "But you don't have to pay, I'd be happy to"

"Okay" I agreed. "Thanks"

"Sure, Stan"

BILL'S POV

The awkward tension increased as the car returned to silence. To try to ease the tension, I reached for the radio and Stan did the same, his fingers gently brushing mine.

Our eyes met, and the heat returned to my cheeks as the crimson returned to his.

I was cursing at myself for making things awkward. I love Stan. I talk to him all the time. Why couldn't I talk to him now?

He's so beautiful, more than he or anybody else knows or cares to notice, but I notice. I notice every day. He's effortlessly gorgeous.

"Stan..." I whispered staring, but before he or I could say anything more, the car swerved.

"Bill!" he screamed.

"Shit!"

The car swerved and hit a tree. Luckily, though, it didn't do much damage to the car, or us.

STAN'S POV

"Jesus! Stan, are you okay?" Bill questioned frantically as he unbuckled, and I stared wide-eyed at the airbag.

"Yeah" I replied breathlessly. "I'm okay, what about you?"

He let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm okay...Jesus, I'm sorry, Stan"

"It's alright. Let's go check the car" I said climbing out.

"Alright" he said sheepishly and followed me to the front of the car.

The fender was bent, and the headlights were shattered, but other than that, the car didn't seem too banged up.

Bill rubbed the back of his neck.

"Guess we should skip lunch, huh?" he chuckled nervously.

I glared at him.

"Bill, you're lucky this didn't turn out worse than it did! I told you, keep your eyes on the road" I scolded, and he looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

I sighed and put a hand on my hip as I ran a hand through my curls.

"I'm sorry, Bill, I didn't mean to yell"

"No, um, it's alright. It's my fault, you should be angry" he said apologetically.

"No, I shouldn't be angry. Accidents happen, I should've been paying attention too. But what the hell got you so distracted?"

"What got you distracted?" he quipped.

I sighed, then grinned at him as his curious, gentle eyes met mine. His ocean eyes twinkled in the moonlight bathing his tender skin.

I took a step forward, standing a breath away from him.

"You" we both said in sync.

I cupped his cheeks instinctively and kissed his soft lips. He did the same, and I pressed him against the car door, kissing tenderly and hungrily.

"You're so beautiful, Stan" he mumbled against my lips, and I pulled away, still cupping his warm cheeks in my hands. "How the hell am I supposed to watch the road when all I want to watch is you?"

"Bill," I whispered, and stroked his cheek, "do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, or how in love with you I am?"

"Do you?" he quipped affectionately, and his sapphire eyes lit up with a smile as I grinned jovially at him.

"Come on, baby, the car still runs. Let's go out to eat, my treat"

"I thought you'd never ask"

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