inevitable - stanley uris x reader

chapter seven - sunrise

Your eyes fluttered as the feeling of dim sunlight spread across your face.  You let your eyelids open and began to survey the area around you.  The brush underneath you crumpled as you rolled onto your side, met with the sight of three sleeping boys.  Three..wait.. One, Richie, Two, Bill, Three, Eddie... Stan.  Stan wasn't there.  You gasped sharply, pushing yourself up onto your hands.  You turned your head in a frenzy, seeing that it was early dawn.  The sun was barely peeking over the trees that surrounded the quarry, casting a golden light over the water.  While trying to be as quiet as possible, you smoothed down the folds of your nightdress, pushing yourself off the ground and onto your feet.  You continued to crane your head around, looking for the the curly haired boy.  You shifted your gaze up to the top of the cliff.  A fuzzy silhouette sat up there, their back bent over and their knees propped up against their chest.  

"Stan?" You whispered to yourself.  You bit your lip, hiking up your dress as you made your way up the hill that led to the ledge.  You kept your eyes trained on the silhouette the whole time, watching as it grew more and more defined with each step you took.  Soon you could make out the distinct slender figure and curly hair of your best friend.  He looked as though he was hunched over something.. a book? Or a..notepad of some sort?  You shook off your thoughts, continuing your trek to the top of the overhang, the gravel crunching under your feet.  You stopped when you were almost at the top of the hill, observing as Stan looked out into the distance, only to bring his gaze back to whatever was sitting in his lap.  You heard the dull scratching of pencil against paper as you took in his gentle appearance.  His hair fell in tufts of brown, each bunch of curls framing his face in a way that was so perfect yet so..natural at the same time.  The sliver of light from the sun splashed a honey-colored glaze across his body, softening up his features and highlighting his tawny eyes.  He was still in his nightwear, a matching set of light blue pajamas, the pants, which were cuffed with bands of white reaching his ankles while the top was buttoned up to his collarbone, the sleeves ending down at his wrists.  Stanley always dressed so orderly, so well.  He was refined, and had good manners.  Your mother loved him, as did the parents of the rest of the boys in the group.  You smiled, blowing out a soft breath.  

"Stanley," you said, just loud enough to catch his attention.  The boy inhaled sharply in response, turning his head towards you with a shocked look on his face.  However, upon seeing you, his expression melted a bit, his features softening.  

"Hey n/n, wh-why are you up this early?" Stan asked, his voice husky, yet warm.  

"Could ask you the same question," You replied with a chuckle.  He laughed lightly, beckoning you over.  You complied, sitting next to him and dangling your legs over the side of the cliff.  You stared out into the morning sky, which was painted with muted hues of blush and gold.  You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in, allowing your eyelids to droop slightly.  You turned to Stan, looking down at what you now were able to identify as a sketch pad sitting in his lap.  He was scratching away at the paper with a stub of a periwinkle blue pencil, creating an image of a bird which you recognized to be a Swallow.  You, like Stanley, had always had an affinity for things pertaining to birds and other fauna, and often you two would go out and scout around for animals to study.  You never had much of a talent for sketching the birds, but you had always enjoyed watching over Stan's shoulder as he would etch out each of the animals in excruciating detail.  

"That looks..beautiful, Stanley," you said, taking your eyes off of the notebook and focusing your gaze onto his face.  The taller boy turned to you, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.  As you two continued to stare at one another, you felt your joyous expression fall, your lips parting as you gazed at the boy in front of you.  You were in such close proximity, it was almost as if...

You gulped, leaning back onto your hands and away from your friend.  Stan drew in his breath in response, quickly adverting his eyes as the air around you two grew stiff.  By now it had to be later, you assumed it was probably around 6:00 at this point.

"I should- I mean.. Well I should go check to see if the others are awake..yet.." You said awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah of course!" Stan responded, perhaps a bit too quickly.  "I mean- yeah, uh, go ahead." He said. 

 You nodded your head, swinging your legs back over the cliffside.  You began to walk back down to the sand, unaware of the gaze of a certain Jewish boy that was glued to your back.  An almost undetectable smile made its way onto your face.

'What a morning,' you thought.  

Word Count - 970

AHH! Okay, this was a super soft chapter and I don't love it because it isn't that substantial, but damn is it fun to write fluff.  Also I'm real sorry for how short it is, but it's finals week for me, and I still wanted to give you guys a new chapter. I hope you guys liked it anyways doe 😳.  Okay I'm going to go now.  So long, bear well!

xx, ur actual mom