💕stenry💕

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  He had just started to calm down when we heard another noise. This time from right outside the door of the room were in. Stanley immediately rushed over to me. "Ok.. nowww we're gonna die" I sorta rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around him, moving towards the door. We were almost out of the room when a very fluffy grey cat walks in, walking right over to stan and rubbing up against his leg. "Awwwww!!!" He smiled widely and bent down to pet the cat, now talking in a sort of baby voice. "Hi kittyyyy, oh my goodness look at you, you beautiful cattt.. Aww yes you are just the cutest thing I've ever seen!" He looked over at me, coincidentally the cat looked up at me too.. this is weird. "Well not as cute as you henry but-.. second cutest thing I've ever seen.." I felt my face heating up. "I'm not cute" He just rolled his eyes and went back to petting the cat. "Okay" his voice drenched in sarcasm. I just watched him, "wanna go look at the rest of the house now?" He didn't look up from the fluff ball of a cat in front of him. "Gimme a few more minutesss.. he likes me" I sighed and sat next to him. The cat meowed softly before climbing onto my lap. I tensed up. "Get it off of me" Stanley reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone. I looked down at the cat who is currently rubbing its head against my stomach. "He wants you to pet him" I placed one finger on the cats head and slightly pet it. "Ok.. now get it off me" he pointed his camera at me, my face must be red. "Hey! No pictures.." he ignored me as I covered my face. The cat finally stood up, probably irritated with the fact I won't pet it. It went back over to Stanley. "Aww These pics are so cuteeee.. aw, we can go look at the rest of the house now." I stood up and huffed, brushing the cat hair off of me. "Finally" He glared at me before grabbing my hand, making me walk faster. "You're so slow" I planted both of my feet on the floor. Making him stop. He groaned and pulled at my arm. "Henryyy.." I grinned, "stanleyyy" he let go and stood in front of me, looking up. The cat had followed us out of the room and was now standing a few feet away. I stared down at Stanley.. god damn he's beautiful. Yeah Patrick was like hot or whatever but Stanley is fucking beautiful. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Because I'm your boyfriend and I can stare at you all I want" He laughed a little as I put my hands on his waist, pulling him in as he stared back at me. We haven't kissed at all since this morninggg. I'm about to change that.

Stanley got up on his tippy toes, I leaned down a bit and closed my eyes as we both leaned in. It was gentle and sweet, ugh he gives me butterflies. We pulled away after a few seconds. The smaller boy blushed as we both let go of each other, he wrapped his arm around mine and stayed closely by my side as we continued walking. There were a few random tables and some trash laying around but it all looked pretty empty besides that. "Honestly it doesn't look too bad.. I like it.." I looked around, "told you, this place is perfect for parties.." we heard a soft meow from behind us. I turned to see the fluffy grey cat walking up to Stanley and putting his paws on his leg as he stood up on his back ones. "Awww.." Stanley picked him up and held him in his arms. "We should see if anyone around here knows who's cat this is.." ugh why is he so nice? We should just leave that lil piece of shit here where we found it. It's not ours. "Ughhh.. it's not going in my car.. we can leave it here and ask the house down the road but it is not going in my car.." He pouted, "what? Nooo.. we have to bring him with to make sure he doesn't run even further away from home.. he looks like he's been taken care of.. not a stray.. please babyyy.." damn he called me baby. Shit. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Ugh..Fine.. I'm only saying yes because I like you.. you're lucky.." He mimicked me, "you're lucky.. ooo I'm big bad Henry and I'm so scary.. ooooooo!" If it we're anyone else doing that they'd be fucking dead right now. I did it back, as if we were children fighting. "My names Stanley and I am so nice that I refuse to let some dirty ass cat chill at a house.. that it literally chose to go inside.. baby it wants to be here technically right? So we should leave it.." he walked past me, still holding the cat. "Blah blah blah.. all I heard was you calling me nice. Thanks for the compliment!" I groaned loudly as I followed him back to my car. Now I'm gonna have to vacuum it today.. great. I should make him vacuum it! Nah I like him too much. My prince. I've been tempted to call him that a few times even before we started dating but I won't, not yet. I got in first, watching from the drivers seat as he sat down with the cat snuggled up on his lap. Once we were both-.. all in the car.. I obviously started the car and started backing up but I don't think the cat was very pleased with that. It shot up, hair sticking up as it hissed, jumping onto my lap and digging its claws into my legs. I stomped on the break. "GET IT OFF OF ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW! OUT! SHOO!" I winced, it's claws are definitely inside my leg right now. Stanley tried picking it up but it hissed more, digging further into my skin. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET IT THE FUCK OUT!" He looked nervous. "No no no Henry I'm so sorry-.. it's fine it's fine just let me-.." he gently grabbed the cats paws, literally fucking unhooking this bitch from my skin. I kid you not that grey MONSTER, started biting at Stanley hands. He remained calm and opened the door, letting the cat out before rubbing his hand gently, how is he not freaking out?! Is he superhuman? Most likely. He looked back at me, looking so worried. "I-I'm so sorry henry-.. I didn't think he was gonna freak out-.. you're mad aren't you.. I underst-" I huffed and grabbed his hand, looking at the bite marks. "Doesn't that hurt? Why didn't you freak out?" He just stared at me like I was fucking insane. "You're not mad?" I shook my head, "who cares if I'm mad or not-.. does your hand hurt?" Apparently that makes me a psycho because he looked even more confused, "am I ok?... are you okay? You're literally bleeding.." I looked down, a few drops of blood coming out from the holes in my jeans where the cats claws were. I clenched my teeth, wiping it off. Jesus fucking Christ this stings so baddd-.. can't let Stanley see that though. "I'm fine.. see.. " my pants now had blood smeared on them. "Let's go back to my house so you can clean yourself up.." I don't see why that's necessary but I mean.. happy wife happy life right? Yes I know we're neither married nor is Stanley a girl but same thing. "Ok..." I saw the cat run across the road in front of my car before I started driving away.