Yearn

Chapter Two

Dear diary,
Stan's a little bITCH. Can't believe he did that to me. What a hoe, disrespecting me like that.

"What're you writing?" Stan asks, coming back into my room with a bowl of Lucky Charms, two spoons in his free hand. I close my journal and place it back on the shelf.

"Nothing. Just a reminder to tell you that you're a little bitch for licking me." He gives a nasty, nose scrunched grin and sticks his tongue out, snickering. I return the face and scoot over so he can sit on the bed. I reach to my night stand and grab the tv remote sitting on it, turning on the tv. "What do you wanna watch?" I ask, going to Netflix. He hums and carefully puts the bowl between his legs, handing me a spoon.

"I'm thinking Criminal Minds." He looks at me, twirling his spoon, talking in a british accent.

"Ah, your taste is remarkable as usual." I inquire, mocking his fake accent. I find the show in my recently watched and click on it, starting a new episode. It looks like we're coming to the end. What a shame. I lean over again and click off my lamp, darkening the room by a lot.

"Who's your favorite character again?" Stan asks as it begins.

"Reid and/or Garcia of course. You?"

"One hundred percent Kevin." I raise an eyebrow at him, giving him an odd look of confusion.

"Kevin? Why?" He shrugs.

"I just do."

After that we fall silent and begin eating the bowl of cereal. I lean towards him when I take a spoonful and hold my hand under it so I don't drip milk onto my freshly washed pink comforter. The cereal in my mouth is bliss. We crunch away while we watch, making comments every now and then. The bowl is easily finished, the two of us taking turns drinking the milk. It's a little gross but it's whatever. We don't have cooties so it's fine.

I chuckle at my thought, catching Stan's attention. "Do not tell me you found that funny." That's awkward. The scene that just played was one where Jenifer Jorro had to tell a family that they found their kid dead. I shake my head and put the now empty bowl and two spoons on my night stand.

"I thought something childish. It's a shame they didn't get to the kid in time." He nods.

"Yeah."

We're quiet again and at some point in the second episode I slide under the covers. Under neath the comforter is a black heating blanket. I look over at Stan.

"Can you turn on the blanket? It's on your side." He nods and gets on all fours, going to the end of the bed, where the blanket is plugged in at. He finds the remote attached to it.

"What setting?" He asks without looking at me.

"Medium." He clicks it twice. The yellow low button turns on then the orange medium button. You can guess that high is red. He comes back and climbs under. I prop myself up on my folded body pillow so I can see the tv better. If I'm lying down the bed is in the way just a bit, but enough to aggravate me. Stan on the other hand lays down, wrapping his arms around my torso and his leg over mine, laying his head on my stomach. It's almost childish. I put one hand on his elbow and the other in his hair. Yes, this is all I need.

By the third episode, Stan is fast asleep, his breathes long and shallow. I watch him lovingly, ignoring the fact that some woman is being stabbed in the background. I turn off the tv and carefully lean over, setting the remote on the night stand. I slide down in his grasp and face him. He's still wrapped around me, though his arm that was under me is now under his head.

His face is beautiful. So peaceful and care free. No wrinkles from his shining smile, no eyes to peer into my soul, just Stan. I like to think that Stan is at his peak when he's asleep. I suppress a giggle and instead run a finger down his nose. When we were younger, Stan would often have nightmares and would sneak to my house. I would rub his nose, cheeks, and forehead to calm him down. He would often fall asleep but he was always gone before I woke up. I wonder how he did that. He's always been fairly sneaky.