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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris

I don't know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I'm doing this because I don't want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I'll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I'll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don't think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn't. If that's the case then it'll be really easy for you to forget me. There's not much worth remembering anyway.

So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you'll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I'm sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here's to me, the person who was so scared of opening their mouth that they'll never know whether he liked them back or not.

~(Y/n)<3

As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn't just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they'd be.

>> timeskip <<

You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn't help but notice that someone was missing.

"Hey fellas, you wouldn't know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?" You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.

"What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?" He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.

"How can you see me? Don't tell me you're wearing contacts?" You asked. He smirked.

"Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn't be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?" He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

"That's none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I'm looking for him." You replied. He laughed.

"He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he's at his house obsessing over it." He said with a shrug. You smiled.

"Thanks. I'll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I'm sure my number hasn't changed." You called out as you walked back to your bike.

>> timeskip <<

The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.

"Hello, can I - (Y/n)?" Stan's father said as he opened the door. You smiled.

"Hi Don, long time no see, huh?" You asked. He smiled and embraced you.

"Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?" He asked as he pulled away.

"(G/n) thought it'd be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?" You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan's room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.

"Stanley, there's someone here to see you," Don said. Stan didn't even move.

"Who is it?" He asked. You laughed.

"Why don't you turn around and look." You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.

"Hi." He breathed out. You laughed.

"Hi." You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.

"Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I... I need you to read this." You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.

"I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but... but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I'd be fine but I'm not. I still love you." You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.

"And you know, now that I've just got here and you obviously don't return my feelings, we can just start over." You said, your words still muffled by your hands.

You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn't stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn't, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back."