I'm Here. ~ Stan Marsh x Reader

Chapt. 9

2nd Person PoV

Your eyes fluttered open. It took you a minute to realize you weren't still dreaming, considering you were still laying on Stan's chest. He fell asleep too, cute little snores made their way out of his mouth. You wanted to squeal, it made your heart erupt. You wanted a closer look, and you do what you want. So, you softly took his face in your hands making sure not to wake him, and started admiring his features. His cheekbones were structured well and his lips were smooth yet, soft. You had absolutely perfection in your hands. You felt your face heat up, and your heart speed up, until you made the realization that he's not yours. He's Wendy's. The girl who caused you to become concussed, which lead you to this exact moment and for that, you were grateful. She ended up making matters worse for herself, and better for you. Luck was on your side for this one, although you did have to pay the price of having a concussion, but this moment was totally worth it to you. He was so close yet so far. His clear pale skin, darkened with shade. He reminded you of the boy who served you generosity on the bus. His name slipped your mind, but you'd remember it again soon enough. Enough with the stalking, you decided. You rested your head back on his chest, and slowly lulled back to sleep.

He woke you up again by playing with your hair. It seemed to confuse, yet fascinate him. "Hey Stanny. How'd you sleep?" Your voice was groggy and worn out. "Good, almost too good. Your bed is really comfortable." You nodded in delight. He sat up and peeked past the curtain. "Its probably around 3 or 4 o'clock. Do you want me to stay longer?" He seemed to be thinking a bit. "I'd love it if you could stay, but if you have to return home I understand." He continued to think before he answered. "I don't think my parents care." He said simply. So much for all that thinking. You contemplated asking him about his status with Wendy, but you didn't want to invade his business and seem nosey. You shrugged it off, and made your way to the kitchen, with Stan following close behind of course. You were hungry and looking for a snack or two. This house had a huge pantry and your parents loved filling it, so you always had something to eat. "Hey Stan, Cheezits or Goldfish?" He cracked a cute, little, smile. "Easy question, Cheezits all the way." You nodded and reached for the box. You tossed it onto the table and then went to the fridge. "Want a drink?" You swung open the door so that he could get a view of his options. "Orange juice." This made you chuckle. People who drank o.j. at times of the day other than morning baffled you. Nonetheless, you grabbed the carton, and snatched a cup out of the cabinet. You weren't thirsty so you just closed the fridge and poured Stan his glass. By now, he was sitting at the table eating the cheezits. You slid him the drink and took the seat next to him. "Thanks, I could've gotten it though." He must've felt bad. "Its fine Stan, I had to stretch my legs anyways." He nodded and you guys ate in comfortable silence.

Until, Stan got a cheezit lodged in his throat. He coughed like an autistic goose, before it flung across the table. "EWW OH MY GOD." You started dying of laughter. "I could've just died and you're laughing." He said with a chuckle. At this point you were wheezing and tearing up. "Its not that funny (y/n), stop you're making me laugh." You slammed your hand on the table, while throwing a full on laughing fit. "YOU WERE FUCKING-" you couldn't even get your words out, you were laughing so hard. "CHEEZIT," is the only thing you could force out of your mouth. At this point, you were both screaming with laughter. Everything calmed down a bit after a minute or two, but then you made eye contact, and you continued laughing. It was a vicious cycle, anything and everything was funny to you. He was eventually able to get you back to normal.

"(Y/n) wanna watch some TV?" He questioned innocently. "I'm sorry Stan but the screen gives me a really bad headache." He seemed to just remember you're concussed. "Oh yeah sorry." You shrugged it off, and went back upstairs. Your parents don't get home till super late at night so it was no big deal how long he stayed. He could probably even spend the night and they wouldn't notice! They weren't the brightest parents after all. "Wanna snuggle?" Stan asked softly. It was a bit of a shock he'd ask but you definitely couldn't turn him down. "You betcha."