I stared at my ceiling. The moon casting through my window. My mind instantly goes to Stan, my super best friend, my crush, the guy I love. But I know he will never love me like he does Wendy.
Despite the many times she cheated on him. He always goes back to her, why?!
Every time they break up Stan comes to me or I find him wandering around town in a drunken state. And every time he sobs about how Wendy is dating some other guy or how they had a big fight and they broke up.
But the past month has been different. He tells me he has a crush on me and he likes me. Of course the first time I heard this I was thrilled beyond, the beyond! But the next day I see him kissing Wendy. It utterly broke me but I couldn't say no to him. I loved him to much to push him away. I know I should stop but every kiss, every touch, every word: I am in chanted by him.
Its always the same, he goes back to Wendy forgetting everything, like our nights together were nothing. But who I'm I to complain, he is drunk off his ass every time he needs a shoulder to cry on and I should have stopped this a month ago.
I felt a few tears roll down my face as I closed my eyes and of course tomorrows Monday, great. But before I could get comfortable I heard a few taps on my window. I get up only to see Stan staggering in my lawn throwing pebbles at my window. It would have been nice to see him not drunk for once and actually come to see me, me not being some kind of therapist.*Sigh* No matter how much I didn't want this anymore I couldn't help it he looked so lost, like a lost puppy in the rain.
I quietly went down stairs not wanting to wake up Ike or my parents. When I opened the door Stan was a slobbering mess of tears and snot. He began to blubber about how Wendy and him had a big fight. Old news.
I brought Stan into hug. Stan immediately hugged back. He began to bite my neck, making me let out a moan. "Stan?! We can't do this anymore!" I quietly yelled at Stan as I shoved him off.
"B-but why, kyyyl I-I luuve yoooo!" Stan slurred. My eyes widened. H-he loves me? He loves me! I smiled widely as I kissed him hard. He gripped my hips massaging them. I let out a quiet groan, jerking my hips. I then led him to my room to continue.
I hope he means it this time...
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Didn't revise so everything should be more fucked than usual. Short I know but I hope to write more.
I also have a few ideas for other books I should make!
Maybe one about Final Space x m!reader And the The Walking Dead.
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