Milk carton at your lunch table. You try to take a sip. Stanley Barber comes over, finally talks to you. You almost drop it. Milk carton in his hands. The morning when he stays at your house to avoid his dad. He's dancing as he makes your family pancakes, to make it up to them. You almost kiss him. Milk carton and cereal on the hood of his car. You're staring at the stars. Maybe this time... You meet Stan Barber and it's starting to make sense. I Am Not Okay With This fanficAll Rights Reserved