Warnings: Crying, sadness, yelling
☆Yes I'm starting my book off this way, next chapter will be happier☆
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I sit there on the couch in Stans basement, listening to him drone on about Sydney, the new girl who he has a massive crush on.
Don't get me wrong, Sydneys nice I don't mind her, but Stans supposed to be my best friend. Me and him used to have so much fun, laughing about stupid things and then Sydney came along and stole all his attention from me.
"And you know she's smart to, she doesn't really show it but she is and-."
"Yeah, I get it." I snap, looking up at him with an annoyed look. His smile fades a bit and he looks at me, confused.
"W-whats wrong?" He asks. I just shake my head and stand up, following that with a long stretch.
"I'm just gonna go home okay?" I say, my voice now quiet. He stands up to and follows me a bit.
"Y/n, why the sudden change in mood? Do you not like Sydney?" He questions as I trail upstairs. I shake my head again, not bothering to open my mouth.
"Then what is it? I'm your best friend, you can tell me." I sigh and turn around at the top of the stairs, now peering down at him.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay Stan?" I utter before turning back around and stomping through his house. He sighs and follows along behind me.
"Y/n, please just talk to me. I don't like it when your mad." He says. I scoff.
"Then stop following me, and just let me go home and think." I mumble, opening the front door and slamming it behind me before he could follow me out.
I storm down the street, wiping away tears I didn't know were there. I hated confrontation, excpessily when it's with my friends. I'm kind of a baby that way.
I reach my house, way down the street and step inside, slamming the door. I kick off my shoes and run upstairs.
My bedroom was a mess, clothes everywhere, bed sheets half on the bed and pencils scattered across ever surface in my room.
I shut my door and fall onto my bed, landing on top of a marker. I groan and throw it across the room, a loud slam replying.
"Stupid marker. Why am I so lazy?" I mumble, rolling over. I begin to cry again, the thought of Stan choosing Syd over me just crushed my little heart.
Just then someone knocked on my door. I thought mom and dad were out at work. I sniffle a bit and attempt to wipe my eyes to make it appear as if I wasn't crying.
"W-ho is it?" I ask, my voice shaky.
"It's Stanley." He says. I sigh and another tear runs down my face. God I'm such a drama queen.
"Come in." I whisper. The door slowly opens and Stans lanky figure steps into my room. He sees my red eyes and bis expression softens, shutting the door behind him.
"Y/n, I know you probably don't want me here right now, but I don't want you to be mad at me. Please tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it." He softly walks over to me and sits on the floor beside the bed.
I look at him and realize he was genuinely concerned for me. I sigh and sniffle.
"If I told you, you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. It's stupid." I admit. He just chuckles and shakes his head.
"No, nothing you ever say is stupid. Please tell me." He replies, bringing his hand up and intertwining it with mine. I smile slightly and look at our hands.
"I guess I was jelous of Sydney and how often you talked to her. I was scared that our friendship wouldn't last because you are in love with the new girl." I admit, avoiding eye contact with him.
He smiles slightly and rubs his thumb on my hand soothingly.
"Y/n, I'm not in love with Sydney. I can't exactly explain why I spend time with her but it's not what you think. I wanted you to like her, that's why I talked about her so much and, I guess I was a little nervous to." He whispers the last part.
I raise an eyebrow and sit up a bit.
"Nervous?" I ask, my voice quiet. He nods and looks up at me.
"I like you Y/n. Not the new girl. I like the girl who I've spent 10 years with, the girl who gets jelous when I talk to other girls and the girl who is so beautiful, it's blinding." I blush, a deep red colour.
"Stan I-." He cuts me off by slamming his lips onto mine. I freeze, my eyes wide. He pulls away and blushes.
"I'm sorry, was that bad. I just-." He begins to ramble but he trails off when I lean forward.
I press my lips against his gently, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. He smiles into the kiss then pulls away, looking into my eyes.
"So does that mean the feelings mutual?"
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