Math class~~~ Stan Uris x reader //COMPLETE//

6: Ivy

(Stan's POV)
Richie saw us evidently, because I was pulled out of my y/n-induced haze. "Stan the Man got his girl!" He said.
"Beep beep, Richie," I replied, annoyed.
Richie pushed his glasses up. "We we're gonna go to Ben's house to check out the history of the disappearances," he said.
"This is stupid, we're just going to go missing like the other kids," I replied scornfully, "Go if you want, but I'm out."
I was mostly angry of y/n being ignored. She was unwelcome, that much was clear, but did they need to be such asses about it? Beverly clearly favored going with them to sticking with y/n. "Come on, y/n, let's go."
She seemed to know that a) the others were against her joining, and b) I was mad at them for it. She agreed, recognizing my discomfort with the other losers. "Okay," she said simply, recognizing that this wasn't the right time to ask "where to?"
She stood, pulling me up as well with surprising strength. We both grabbed our clothes, dressing quickly. I ignored the protests of the other losers, taking y/n's hand. She jumped, and I let go uncertainly, but she grabbed my hand this time, firmly. We left the other losers, walking to our bikes, which we picked up and mounted. I started pedaling and she copied me, following.
She asked once we were out of earshot of the other losers: "Where are we going?"
I shrugged, trying to hide my hesitancy around her. "Where do you want to go?"
"Bird watching at Memorial Park?" Y/n suggested.
"Sure," I agreed happily. "Do you have anything you want to get before we go there?"
"No, you?" She asked.
"Do you mind stopping at my house so I can grab my birdwatching things?" I asked.
"Not at all, where do you live?" She asked.
~(time skip to Stan's house, y/n's POV)
"It's a nice place," I said, stepping through the doorway. That was an understatement; the house was beautiful.
"Thanks," he said.
He led me to his room, a small but neat space. One wall, behind his bed, was navy blue, and the other three were white. The walls were thickly textured, and the carpet was a dark chocolate. The desk and dresser were polished walnut, as were the bed frame, door and door jamb. The doorknob and drawer pulls were worn copper, and there were three simple lamps of copper with white shades instead of a ceiling light. The room was in the corner of the house, so there were three windows, two on the navy wall and one on the white. The bed itself had plain white sheets and a thick duvet, with a quilt folded at the foot and white pillowcases.
"Wow," I whispered. "It looks amazing in here."
The sunlight coming through the window hit his hair, making it look like burnished gold. It was all I could do not to stare.
"Thank you," Stan murmured, walking to his desk. He pulled out two books, one an embossed leather journal, two sets of binoculars, and two sharp pencils. He put all this into a backpack and zipped it. "Should we go out the back?"
"Sure," I said.
"Come on, then," he said, leading me through the house again. The whole dwelling was alike to Stan's room, navy, white, and copper. The place was bright, with tons of windows and an open design. He led me into a sunroom, which had a high, slanted ceiling. There were triangular windows at the tops of the walls, and rectangular and parallelogram ones lower. There was more window than wall, and the French doors led out to a stunning backyard. The entire place gave this sense of pure life, with ivy and fruit trees everywhere, and multiple bird houses in the trees. The furniture outside had framing of copper and navy upholstery, and there were candles hanging in glass orbs from trees, which had ivy crawling up their trunks. There was a natural beehive, and there was no lawn, but rather an expanse of clover, which was in full bloom. I was awestruck by the beauty of the place.
"It's amazing, Stan," I said.
He blushed, clearly uncomfortable. "Thank you. Memorial park?"
"Okay, let's go, then," I replied, looking at Stan. His hair shone in the sun as it had before, and I couldn't stop looking at him. He blushed, and I blushed, and we broke eye contact. Looking at the ground, I said, "sorry."
"Right. Memorial park," he said awkwardly.
I smiled. "Okay."
He led the way again, as I didn't know the house. He stepped through some ivy, and I hesitated before following. There was a small hollow, and the two of us took up almost half the space. The sun shone through the ivy leaves, and there was a gate. He hesitantly kissed me, and I moved a bit closer, making it real. What the fuck are you thinking, y/n? I asked myself. What if he isn't ready to actually kiss you?
Instead of freaking out (thank god) he put his hands on my face. He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes, and both of us were a bit out of breath. I put my fingers in his hair, smiling.
He grinned, winding a strand of my (your hair length), (straight/curly) hair around his finger. "Memorial park?"
"Yeah," I said, and we left the hollow.
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I hope you liked it. I didn't know how to end it, but it came more naturally after I wrote the kiss. I was reluctant to put that in, but I couldn't do anything else. I know it's longer, so I hope you didn't get bored. Thank you SO much for your comments and votes, Lynftw0 and peppercolorednights!! I can't believe how many views I have haha. It's amazing and I'm endlessly thankful! <3 I'm going to try to start updating frequently again, but I just came out to my parents about my religion and my sexuality, and although they're accepting, my anxiety about the situation is still through the roof. That makes it harder to write. Also, I'm going to start a Stranger Things fanfic soon(ish) (maybe)!  But yeah there's the update. <3 :) Thank you again for the support it's amaze!