Today | Stanley Barber X Reader

Part Eight

The trees explode all around her, I swore I could feel myself stumbling for a moment. It was empowering. "What the fuck!" Stanely exclaims while I just stood there, shocked. I'm not going crazy, she does have powers. "Syd!" Her body turned around so fast I was surprised she didn't get a whiplash. "How did–I mean you...you just-" He was lost for words.

"They were like this when when I got here. I-I swear. They were." She tried to lie.

"No, no, no, no." I shout, shaking my head. "We both seen what happened. We're not stupid. Y-You–the trees-" I mimicked the explosion, throwing my arms out. "I seen you do that before-at the grocery store!" Both of them stared at me, their jaws hitting the floor.

"Well, you better keep this a secret. Got it? Promise me, please!" She begs.

We nod. "Okay, we promise Syd." Wr watch her slowly back away, running until she was out of view.

An hour later Stan and I just sat on his bed, rethinking tonight events. And alot went down.

"I can't believe you." Stan finally says. I stared at him confused. "How could you not tell me you saw that Syd was the one who make...that thing happened at the grocery store?"

"I didn't want you to think I'm crazy!"

He smiled. "I always think you're crazy. And I would've believed you. I always do bunny." I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "This is unbelievable though."

"Yeah..."

The next day we both walked to science, seeing Syd at her table. "Syd! I know you don't really wanna talk since, you know..." Stan started. She completely ignores him, wandering off. Him and I decided to sit down behind her, waiting until she came back. "Look, I know we said that thing is a secret, and it is, totally safe with us." I nodded with him, biting my lip. "But we have to talk about it." I swear I could see smoke blown out of her ears as she storms off to another table, Stan and I following her. Just pray that nothing explodes. "Okay, can you say something...please?" I asked politely.

"Yeah, I can. Why don't you shut up." Wow, rude.

"Look, we've been doing research and we think...Syd we think we should test your powers." Stan whispered that part quietly. I made sure no one was paying attention, which they weren't thankfully.

"What are even talking about?" She whispered.

"Just hear me out, okay. This thing in ancient Mayan culture where they would...they would build, like, a pyramid for the sun god. Basically they used it for a whole multitude..." Before I could listen to any further I heard this commotion, seeing a fight outside. Stan and Syd didn't even care so he kept talking. I rolled my eyes at the two idiots tackling each other into lockers, leaving big dents.

After school I walked over to Stanley's job once I finished my homework and made dinner. It was alittle past closing time and that was perfect for me. I though that this would be the perfect opportunity to tell him how I feel. Maybe even ask him to homecoming.

"Hey Stanley!" I smiled brightly, giving him a bug over the table. "Hey, I was wondering if you'll stop by."

"Yeah, I have something to tell you." Oh God my palms were already sweating, even my legs feel like they could give out any moment. "I-" I was cut off as we heard the door open. "Sorry, we're closed!" Stanley announced.

"Was hoping you might make an exception." A frown was placed on my lips as I turn around to see an anxious Sydney. Can't she just give me one moment with him. "That depends. Are you a good bowler" Stan questions. She shakes her head. "No."

"Then what are you doing here?" Even his words shocked me. I thought he'd be excited to see her. Then again she stormed out of science today.

"Gotta...try to make the lasagna."

"That...sounds vaguely sexual."

"No, it's not."

"Okay..."

I watch Sydney look at the both of us before speaking. "I thought that maybe...I could hear some of those dumb theories of yours."

"It's not dumb." I growled at her. Stanley elbowed me before telling her okay. He got out comics, throwing them on the bench. "When you said 'research', I thought you meant research."

"Okay, so the people who wrote these things, do you think they just came up with these characters and their power out of thin air?"

"Yes." She answers.

"Or...or is it possible that they researched carefully and grounded these superhero abilities in modern science and parapsychology?"

"No, it's not possible. At all." How does she know? She never pays attention.

Stan was shut off, agreeing with her then. Does he have to go with everything she say? "Okay, you're right. The people who wrote these were probably eating acid like candy. But the point is, they know superpowers. Okay? So each of these comics features an unknown visitor. A professor, a wise old sage, some form of mentor figure, you know. Who visit the hero's, explain their abilities, the mythology behind them, and how they can harness those powers for good." He explains.

"What's your point?" She asks.

"Has anyone like this, ever visited you? I asked her, she only shakes her head.

"Okay, maybe I and-and Y/n if she wants to-be your mentor figures. Or not, I mean sometimes, it's a rite of passage of thing. There's always an origin. Okay? So have you ever experienced any following uh...spider bite?" Okay, that was a little dumb, a spider woman? Wouldn't she be spraying webs from her hands?

"No."

"Okay, radioactive goo?"

"No."

"Alien gemstones?"

"No."

"Okay, what about secret military experiment?"

"No."

"Bionic limb transplant?"

"What?"

"Okay, what about your parents?" I asked, even though it was a touchy subject.

She seemed unbothered by it. "What about them?"

"Well, sometimes, a person inherit their abilities." He explains.

"The only thing I inherited was pasty skin and my bubbly attitude." She grinned sarcastically. "And your thigh zits." I joked. When her smile dropped I quickly apologized. "This is a waste of time!" She yells, getting up. When Stan stopped her, that was when I realized I had to pee, excusing myself.

When I got out, all I saw was bowling balls flying pass Stanley's head.