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

8 (revised&extended)

I got up hurriedly, pulling Stan up, too. We caught our breath, both shaking, with each other's hands in death grips. I threw my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. He put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. We stood together for a while, then wordlessly mounted our bikes and rode to my house. I knocked on my parents' bedroom door and asked them if I could stay "at a friend's place" for the night.
"Who is this friend?" My dad asked.
"A girl named Emily. She's nice enough," I said.
"Sure," my mom said.
"Thanks, guys. See you tomorrow, then," I replied, running to my room to shove some clothes in my backpack. I ran to the bathroom, washing my face. I packed dry shampoo, face wash and minimal makeup. Shoving my toothbrush, hairbrush and deodorant in, I zipped the pack and ran downstairs.
With a final "Bye, guys!" I ran out the door, meeting Stan outside. I grabbed my bike and mounted it, and we raced the curfew to Stan's house. Hiding our bikes in the trees of his backyard, we snuck into his room. I watched the sunset outside, and was struck again by the beauty of the house. I felt eyes on me and turned, locking eyes with Stan. I walked closer to him and kissed him boldly. I tangled my hands in his hair, breaking the kiss off and staring into the chocolate abyss of his eyes. Our faces were almost touching, but not quite, and a chunk of his curly hair was touching my forehead. I grinned, lightly moving it out of his face.
He kissed me this time, light and loving, and it was different, but it was amazing. He buried his hands in my hair and we kissed again, and again.
I pulled away with a grin on my face, pulling him down onto the soft carpet. We sat in silence, enjoying each other's company.
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I broke the silence. "What are you going to do about your friends?"
He sighed. "I don't know. What do you think?"
I thought for a second, then said, "Bill is really torn up about his brother. I guess it wasn't really fair to call what they were doing stupid. Even though it's ridiculously dangerous and they're not considering possibilities, I think it's worth a try. You know Bill won't stop, and Bev probably won't either. The others will most likely just follow his lead."
Stan nodded. "So we just go and apologize?" He asked uncertainly.
"I don't think that would be received well, but I don't know what else we could do," I said.
He sighed. "Tomorrow, or call now?"
"Tomorrow, I think," I replied.
"Okay. Tomorrow. What do you want to do now?" He asked.
I sat up, and started playing with his hair. "I don't know. Talk, I guess."
"What about?" He asked aimlessly.
"Random stuff, I guess. What's your favorite color?"
"Fu— hide under the bed, somebody's coming up," Stan replied, cutting off his curse.
I got up and rolled under the bed. Stan got up and lie flat on his back on his bed, and barely thirty seconds had passed until his mom opened the door. "Dinner's ready. Do you want to eat in here or with us?" she asked.
"Um, I'll eat in here," Stan said.
"Okay, come downstairs and get it, and only eat at the desk," she replied, and left. Stan got up and left the room, coming back with quite a bit of food.
"You can come out, now, y/n," he said, putting the tray on the desk.
"How did you sneak that past your mom?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I said I skipped lunch."
"She didn't notice the double set of utensils?"
"I hid the second set under the napkins," he explained.
"Oh. Okay then," I said. "Breakfast for dinner? I like your mom."
He laughed. "It was my sister's turn to cook, and the only thing she can cook is breakfast," he said.
"Well then," I said, looking at the double helpings of pancakes and eggs, "your sister knows what good food is."
He grinned, putting the plate on the desk.
"The orange juice is for you, I never drink it," he said.
"Thanks, I said, picking up a pancake and using a spoon to put eggs on it. I drizzled a bit of syrup from the miniature diner-style pitcher and curled it like a taco.
Stan wrinkled his nose. "That's an abomination," he said.
I shook my head. "This," I said matter-of-factly, "is the food of the gods, Lover Boy."
He rolled his eyes. "Never in my life have I imagined y/n y/l/n to be this badly misinformed," he said in mock shock.
I put a hand over my heart, (badly) feigning pain. "You wound me, for I am not!" I exclaimed.
He laughed again. His laugh always sounded amazing. It was so lighthearted, and always kind, and it made me happy, too. I smiled faintly as we ate, the mutual silence comfortable rather than awkward.
"I'll be back— I have to wash these so my mom doesn't get suspicious," he said. "You should probably hide again, just in case somebody comes in."
"Mmkay," I murmured contentedly. "I'd help, but, you know," I said, grinning.
"Yeah," he said with a smile. I helped him load the tray back up, and Stanley left for a second time. I rolled under the bed as the door closed.
I waited there a while, then the fine hairs all over my body began to stand on end. I felt thin fingers tracing over my back. The woman.

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DUN DUN DUN dramatic cliffhanger! Kinda sorry haha. The chapter feels kinda airheaded—I just made that a thing if it wasn't already. It's a thing. Totally. Anyways, I edited the description of Trashmouth, my Richie x Reader, and it is now guaranteed to be devoid of smut. I just can't, just no. Sorry Anna. Ew. Save the emojis for Snapchat please!!! 🙏🏼 I'm like begging you here. Kk, moving on. Thank you for all the support and the votes and the comments!! <3<3