𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten:
Mr. Miyagi and Mcgonagall
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"If you could be a house, what kind of house would you be?" Primrose asked as she handed Stanley a polished bowling ball. "I'd be a cottage deep, deep, deep in the forest.. I'd have a stream rushing nearby and more trees than you could count on both hands and feet in the front yard. I'd look like a fairy lived there, and there would be the most beautiful crystals everywhere."

Stanley smiled to himself, listening intently as Primrose continued to ramble about what kind of cottage she would be while she helped polish the bowling balls.

"I'd be an apartment in the city." Stanley said, smiling down at her as she held the bowling bowl close to her body, stuggling to get a dirt smudge off. "You know, you really don't have to help me.."

Primrose shruggrd, brushing fly away hairs from her eyes as she looked up from the bowling ball to meet his eyes, "I know.. But I like spending time with you, my handsome Stanley."

Pink dusted Stanley's cheeks as he watched her neatly fold the polish covered rag and place it beside her. He watched as she reached behind her head and tightened her ponytail before letting her body fall onto the ground. Stanley smiled, looking down at his feet sheepishly, "I-I like hanging out with you, too.."

"Really?" Primrose grinned, excitedly sitting up again. Stanley nodded, leaning over and picking the bowling ball up from her lap.

Primrose smiled sheepishly, looking down at her now empty lap as Stanley placed the bowling ball on the rack. "So, I was thinking-"

The sound of the bowling alley's door opening and closing caused Stanley's smile to falter and his sentence to be cut short. "Sorry, we're closed."

"Was hoping you might make an exception?" Syd said slowly. By the tone in her voice, Primrose could tell that she was anxious.

"That depends.. Prim, what do you think?" Primrose shrugged, spinning on the floor and leaning her back against the rack. "Are you a good bowler?"

"She tries.." Primrose shrugged, drumming her fingers against the floor.

Syd cleared her throat, dropping her hands. "N-No.."

"Then what are you doin' here?" Stanley rose his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"Gotta.. uh, try to make lasagna.." She said awkwardly, nervously locking eyes with Primrose.

Prinrose knitted her eyebrows together, looking up at Stanley. "Uh-"

"That sounds vaguely sexual." Stanley chuckled, leaning on the table and looking down at Primrose. Primrose's face reddened and she looked towards the torn tights she wore on her knees. Her tights were torn because she'd taken Stanley on another late night adventure as he dubbed it to find a special rock for each other. She found two, and gave one to Stanley and one to Syd. The one she'd given him now rested beside his bed, not that she knew that or would know that. Little did he know, she kept it on her window sill above her bed.

"Okay.." Stanley shrugged, tearing his eyes from Primrose's. "Okay."

Sydney awkwardly rocked on her feet, "I thought.. I thought maybe I could hear some of those dumb theories of yours."