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*Stanley's POV
We had left the door cracked, I guess Y/n closed it.

Y/n stands there in shorts and a t-shirt she's pulling over her head. "Oh um....I'm sorry!" "Geez Stanley knock next time." She sits on the creaky bed, signaling I can look up now.

"Sorry." I mumble, walking to my stuff to change. "Close your eyes." "It was a really bad idea to put us in a cabin together." "No duh." I roll my eyes. "What's wrong with you? You were being really nice and now you're a dick."

She scrunches her face up, rolling her eyes also. I walk over to her bed shirtless. "It's funny how you can't take a fucking joke." Our faces are inches apart. She stares into my eyes as I stare at her lips.

She pushes me back. "Bitch" I roll my eyes before putting my shirt on.

Sydney comes back silently. Y/n falls asleep after ten minutes of laying there. Sydney lays down after changing. I listen and hear her soft snores.

Staring at the ceiling I start to think.

Why was I being a dick? Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Should I apologize? Nah. She'll get over it.

Slowly I fall asleep facing the wall.

*Your POV
Laying there I wake up around 2:12 am. Whimpering fills the room as one of the two tries to find a comfortable spot of lay in.

The whimpering slowly gets louder as the person breathes heavy. The light coming from the widows give the room enough light for me to look around.

I sigh as I sit up. Sydney lays perfectly still in her bed. Looking towards the bed in front of me the boy with curly hair claws at his pillow gently.

"Stanley...pssst. Stanley are you okay?" His whispers become small cries. "Stanley?" My eyes gleam with pure concern.

"Stanley? I walk to the bed slowly, standing beside the bed his body tenses up the slightest bit. I grip his wrist slightly, slowly trying to get him to wake up.

"Stanley?" I slightly shake him, quickly he sits up. His arms quickly go around my torso as his head snuggles into my chest. "Stanley? Are you okay?" His breathing hitches, I feel a tear soak through my shirt.

"It-It's okay." I rub his back. "Are you okay?" "Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry." He let's go and slumps. "What's wrong?" I sit next to him.

"Nightmares. They're lame." He chuckles rubbing his eyes. "Oh okay." I rub his back once more before getting up.  "Thank you." "You're welcome. Night." "Night."

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