you and stan were at a park late at night one day during summer. you were on the swings and he was starting at you.
"you like richie, don't you? oh my god it's so fucking obvious! it makes so much sense. i don't know what i expected.." he trailed off.
you turned your head abruptly towards him. "what are you talking about? why would you think that?"
"i mean, you're always with him, and you tell him everything! i mean, i try my hardest to make you laugh and be someone that you like! i don't know why i even fucking try." he said. he was messing with the seam on his shorts while you stared at him.
"stan what the fuck? you.. youre kidding right?" you turned to him and put your hand on his cheek to turn him to look at you. "stan. i like you" you felt your face flush as he looked at you right in the eyes. "stan, richie is my best friend but i could never like him like that. i can only take so much of him."
"you.. you really mean that?" he said as he smiled into his words."
you stood up and grabbed his hand to pull him off the swing. "i can't think of myself with anybody but you" you said as you put your hand on his face. you smiled and pulled him into you as you kissed him. you only stopped because he started to smile into your kiss.
"holy shit that's a relief. i was really scared that you actually liked richie more than me." he said scratching his head.
"not in a million fucking years." you said "walk me home, boyfriend?" you said as you grabbed his hand.
