(sorry for the late update and that this is so short i almost forgot lol+ been sick)
It had been weeks of working on the portal with ford, and you met his buddy fiddleford, and surprisingly, fiddleford was a country boy. Banjos and aluminium hats kinda guy. Also, in the following weeks, you notice Ford glancing over at you when you were reading or working on the portal, and when you turned to look back at him, he would turn away in embarrassment. You couldn’t tell what he was doing, but damn did it get your crush on him going again.
It was late at night, around 10:30, you were about to finish working and head upstairs to bed (which was the attic). Fidds was already asleep and Stanford was in the basement. You wrote the last equation in your notebook and started picking things up when you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs from the basement.
“Hey (Y/N),” said Stanford, closing the heavy door to the basement.
“Hi” you mindlessly said packing your things up to just store it for the night.
“Can-can i talk to you?” he asked, gaining your attention, you looked at him, pausing from packing up and changing your full attention to him. “Don’t call me crazy for this, ok?”
You cocked your head to the side and said “okay?”
He sighed and started “since highschool-even earlier- i,” (*whispers* I can't believe I'm doing this)”I don't know how to say this-... i like you- like a lot--” he flinched as he said that, “and i don’t know any other way to say that,”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your crush- of many years- was confessing he liked you. What- how??? You stood there- filled with shock- you felt a heavy blush come to your face as you comprehended what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” he started, “i hope this doesn’t change anything between us- if this is too much you can lea-”
You jumped at him, and hugged him, as tight as you could, trying to show everything was fine and alright. You chuckled “this does nothing but make things better stanford,” you hardly notice he had his hands on your hips, you slightly leaned away from the hug to cup his jaw in your left hand, “i like you too ford,” you said with a soft smile.
You saw him relax as it seemed as the world was being lifted off his shoulders, he laughed softly and put his hand over yours, “thank god,” he said lightly.You chuckled and stepped up on your tippy-toes and kissed him on the forehead.
Holding his hand, his 6 fingers enveloping yours, you looked into his chocolate brown eyes once again. After 5 years, at last you are once more. It honestly awoke that high school embarrassment that you haven’t felt for him in so long. God, and his dorky, flustered,relieved smile. In all honesty, you missed this man.
You sighed,realizing it was late and said “I- we- should probably sleep it's quite late,”
“Yes, yes. I will,” he said within a sigh
“Thank you,” you said, giving him a soft smile before heading to your room.
That night, sleep did not seem to come to you. After tossing and turning for hours, you decide to go to Stanford’s room. As your plan, you get up and (bring a blanket) walk to Ford’s room. Finally arriving at his door, you knock then open it, to find him in a soft orange light from his lamp, reading.
“Hey! Wasn’t expecting you to be up this late, Can't sleep?” He said, in a tired, gruff voice, expected since the time of night.
You nodded and started walking towards him, which in response he shifted to make room for you. You flopped down next to him and he promptly hooked his arm around your body.you were Slightly surprised by this, although it was a nice surprise. You adjusted and rested your head on him and looked at him, Oh my lord he was cherry red. You chuckled.
“W-what? Is everything ok?” he asked nervously.
“(chuckle) yes, you’re just adorable you know that?” you responded, kissing him on the cheek.
He just smiled and looked at you, and chuckled as well, kissing you on the head. You then rested your head comfortably in the crook of his neck, sighing contently. Within a few minutes he put a bookmark in his book and turned off his lamp, stirring you slightly making you sit up and rub your eyes only to lay back down, facing Ford.
Looking at him in the eyes reminded you of highschool and how you could get lost in them. After a minute or so of just enjoying looking at him you cuddled up into his chest, to which he hugged you closer and put his chin on top of your head and gave a content sigh. Sleep actually came better to you then, funny enough. God, you could stay here forever.
