bird boys brown eyes Stanley Uris X reader

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"I... uh..shit" she whispers, She sits up and turns to me. I sit up too and face her.

"I.. I know that we only met like a week ago but I.. I really...

I really like you, Stan, I've liked you ever since I first saw you in art class you stood out to me like a sore thumb, ..." Silence.

She likes me. She likes me. SHE FUCKING LIKES ME. FUCK YEAH.

.•x•.Y/n's POV.•x•.

Did I really just say that? Did I really just say that? Oh my god he probably thinks I'm a weirdo and now we can't hang out anymore and...oh shit I've dug my own grave!

"If you don't like me it's uh it's fine it was a stupid thing to sa-" I was interrupted by Stan, the boy that I just confessed my love too, pushing his warm lips against mine.

It was like heaven.

The boy who I have liked for so long was kissing me. His soft lips pressed up against mine.
It made me have this vibrating warm feeling flood through my veins like blood.
It wasn't rough but it was passionate, and somehow... soft. It made everything around me fall into the great abyss of nothingness, all attention on the boy in front of me.

He let's go and feel that warm feeling fading.

I froze, just sitting there. I was star-struck.

"I- I'm sorry i... I didn't know what I was thinking I'm I uh I."

I smile and grab his hand. "It's ok I uh I enjoyed it." I give off a warm smile and let go. We look off into the stars.

"So are we uh... a thing now?" Stan says keeping his gaze upon the stars above us.

"I guess." I move my hand to his and held it.

I move my gaze to Ben and Bev. They had the biggest smile on their faces.

Oh, shit did they see.

They were wiggling their eyebrows and had a sheepish grin planted on their faces.

I blush and roll my eyes.

I turn and see Stan looking up at the stars, the moonlight making his skin sparkle.

He looked beautiful.

I pull out my Polaroid camera out from the coat. I squint through the camera, trying to catch the moonlight on his skin perfectly. I quickly snap the photo and he looks at me.

"Look, guys, a shooting star!" The Richie and Eddie yell from the roof of a car.

Excellent timing I guess

"Why did you take a photo?!" Stan asks his cheeks turning radiant pink. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it you were shining, like the stars," I say grabbing the film from the camera and flapping it around.

The photo looked perfect the moonlight shining behind his head making his facial structure stand out. You could see the shooting star just passing the top of his head. The rest of the stars lit up the night sky.

You could see Orion's Belt

.•x•.ⓁⒶⓉⒺⓇ.•x•.
We were wandering back to the house. Everyone was talking and having a great time.

"Sooooo are you and Stanly a thing now??" Bev asks as she jogs up to me. "Shut up they might hear!" I whisper- yell.

"So you are?!" Bev says excitedly. "Shut up!"

"Oh my god! How was it?" She says. "How was what?" I ask.

"The kiss?" She nudges me. "It made it feel like nothing else existed. His lips were so warm and soft...I really love this boy Bev."

"I can tell."
.•x•.Stan's POV .•x•.
I was walking with Ben chatting along about random stuff. About the weird events that occur in Derry, how our parents treat us like three year olds and think that we can't make our own decisions.

We eventually fall on the topic about girls, and who we like. "I've had a crush on Bev for a while now." He says looking down at his hands. His thumbs fumbling with each other.

"Even though she'll never like me back." He adds. "Dude...she continuously flirts with you, laughs at everything you say, hangs around you without being forced, I'm pretty sure that you don't need to worry." I say.

"I know but she probably likes Bill more, I mean he's an awesome friend and looks out for everyone and me, I'm just a shy fat boy." I sigh.
.•x•.At Home.•x•.

I walk into the house exhausted and wheezy. I hang my coat up and walk to the beanbag and flop onto it.

I smother my face into the beanbag and growl. "Ugggggggghhhhhhh."

"You can't be that tired," Richie says. I look up. Everyone turns towards Richie, wide eyes.

"Mate it's 1 am, you fucking spaz," Bev says from the couch.

"W-where a-are w-we g-gonna be s-sleeping?" Bill yawns.

"Some of you can sleep on the couch, or the beanbags and I can bring down some sleeping bags," I say rubbing my mahogany eyes, adjusting the light.

.•x•.Y/n's POV.•x•.

Everyone agrees and he soon walks up the stairs. I stand up and walk after him. "Hey, I wanted to help." He turns around and smiles.

This boy is the softest thing in the world I swear to god.

We walk up the stairs and down the hallway to a small closet above the washer chatting along the way.

Stan grabs a stool and pulls out two sleeping bags.

He hands me a sleeping bag and gets down. He grabs ahold of my other hand and says, "I never got to say it but, I really like you too I've liked you since middle school."

"Wait you were that kid that never spoke to anyone besides from this guy with glasses... Wait that was Richie? Jeez, I'm really oblivious to everything aren't I?"

"Hah, I guess yeah." He closes the closet and puts the stool away.

"It was your eyes that got me. They look beautiful, kinda like a gradient, dark near the pupil and gets lighter around the outside. They look like the moon and stars reflecting off of the sea

"But I like you too." I grab his shirt and pull him close to me, kissing him. Finally coming in contact with this warm feeling again.

It's like taking a sip of hot chocolate on a cold rainy night. It made me calm.

I put my hands on his cheeks. They were soft and warm.

He wraps his arms loosely around my waist. We finally pull apart. He just smiles and rests his head against mine, our noses touching.

He pulls away when we hear loud footsteps coming from the stairs. We'd been up there too long and the losers patients had worn off.

"What's taking so long?" Richie says storming into the laundry room.

"We couldn't find the sleeping bags but we just found them," I say trying not to blow our cover.

Richie gives us a look and walks away. A sigh of relief falls out if my mouth.

We walk down the stairs to catch a glimpse of the losers surrounding Bev, peacefully asleep on the couch, resting her head on a sleeping ben's shoulder.

A disappointed expression fell on bills face, the boy who always had an radiant smile on his face, the boy who was never the type to get this upset about a girl. Bev has a real effect on both of them.

I hated how Bev played with Ben and bills emotions.

Mike got a pillow and blanket from the floor and sat down on a beanbag and started drifting off to sleep. Bill gave up and laid down next to Mike and fell asleep.

Eddie climbs into a sleeping bag and falls asleep. We were all talking among ourselves, after twenty minutes Richie climbs into the same sleeping bag that Eddie is in and falls asleep too.

Stan slides into a sleeping and I follow. I rest my head on his chest and drifts off to sleep.