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neighbor (part 2)

sorry about the wait, here's part two loves

"bye mom, i'll be back soon!" i yelled to my mom upstairs. a honk of a car startled me and when i looked out the door i saw stan in his car. 

"hurry up, slowpoke."

i rolled my eyes at him and jogged over to the other side and got in the passengers seat. "nice to see you too, stanley."

we arrived at his house quickly. i could've walked but stan insisted that i ride with him. he got out the car quickly and ran over to my side to open my door. i smirked at his quickness and stepped out. "you know you don't have to do that, right?" 

he smiled at me. "just because you don't have to do something doesn't mean you can't do it." it made me smile back. "now come on, let's get our bloodwitch on." 

we ran into the the pitch black house. so dark that i couldn't see a thing. suddenly a hand grabbed mine softly. it scared me so i yelped making stanley laugh. "the vinyl is downstairs in the basement. i'll guide you to it." 

my cheeks flustered red at his words. good thing it was so dark that he couldn't see the embarrassment on my face. 

we made our way down the stairs. stan flicked on the light, the first thing catching my eye was the bloodwitch records and the vinyl in the side of the room. "holy shit!" i yelled and ran down to it. "i thought you were bullshiting me when you said you had limited edition." 

"that's not all i have." i heard him say. when i turned around and saw some weed in a bag in stan's hand. him wiggling his eyebrows once at me. "wanna get high?"

i've never gotten high before in case of regret. but something about stan made me feel comfortable to smoke with him. 

"sure why not."

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stan and i laid down on the floor laughing at nonsense. "dude, what if our ceilings were floors, and our floors were ceilings."

"so we would like...walk on our ceilings...like upside down?"

"i don't even fucking know dude."

we both burst out of laughing at our randomness. stan snorted and turned his body to his side and looked at me. "y/n."

"what do you want, barber."

"truth or dare?" he asked. 

i blew a raspberry and scoffed. turning on my side to face him. "dare, i ain't no pussy."

"i dare you to dance to no music for 20 seconds." he said. i got up and ran over to stop the record, stan getting up to look at me. "dancing to no music for 20 seconds? that's easy stan." 

i started to jump and dance around making stan and i laugh. stan went over to play some more bloodwitch. once i stopped i yawned. "holy shit it's hot in here." i took off my shirt and shorts and tossed it on the floor.

stan turned around and stopped in his place, his eyes widening. i looked at him weirdly. "what?"

"you're like...naked." i looked over at my clothes and then back at him. god, i was so high i didn't even realize that i took them off. "i'm so sorry, i'll get it-." but before i could get close to it i tripped over his rubik's cube.

stan ran over to catch me but i already fell on my back. "shit, sorry. are you okay?" he asked after pulling me up.

i rubbed the back of my head and gathered my clothes and held them. "yeah, my head hurts a little though," i looked up at him. "thanks for pulling me up."

he smiled at me. "no problem."

it was awkward, us just staring at each other. we eventually just started laughing at each other until it faded into a smile.

so there we were, standing there smiling at each other like dorks. it made me think for a second about the person right in front of me.

stan.

i never realized how cute he is. how his nose scrunches up a bit when he'll laugh. or how much he'll try to make me laugh. his cute sense of style. and every time he would make a stupid joke i would laugh and the bottom of my stomach would fill up with butterflies what would flutter up to the top. it made me think about how i feel about him, only knowing him for a two days and all of a sudden i feel like he's my best friend. 

stan leaned his face down to mine and laid his lips to kiss me. he pulled away and held his hands nervously. "i'm...i'm so sorry was that bad?" 

all i know is that he makes me feel more less weird.

i grabbed his face and pressed my lips onto him and pushed him on the floor. the beginning of a heated make out.

part three?