"You drink to much Y/N,"Stan told me."I giggled."I think too much.Falling in love like it's just nothing,"I finished."I've been scared all along,"He said."Where do we go where nothings wrong?"I asked."Y/N where is the bottle,"He asked.I pointed to the bush.He sighed and dumped it out."Why do you do this to yourself?"he asked."All the kids are depressed.Nothing ever makes sense,"I said.He hugged me."I love you so much and so do the rest of the losers,"Stan said lovingly patting my back.I leaned my head into his shoulder.Even if no one else wanted me Stan always would.
