I Want Him. | Stutters

°• ~ Part Nine ~ •°

Leopold's POV

I watched Stan sat down on the edge of his bed as I stood there.

He looked over at me.

I blushed and looked away a little.

He smiled and reached his arms towards me. "Come here."

I slowly walked somewhat close to him, but then stopped.

He lifted up enough to grab my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.

I was a blushing mess as I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face against his shoulder.

I listened to that same girl outside Stan's bedroom door.

"So.. who's that girl?" I asked quietly against his shoulder.

He laid his head against mine as he rubbed my back. "My annoying sister."

I pulled away enough to look at him. "You should be thankful you even have a sibling."

And a family..

He made a 'psh' sound. "Yeah right. She's a pain in my ass." He mumbled, not wanting his sister to hear.

When I didn't say anything, he made me look at him with a worried look on his face.

"Why're are you so quiet..?" He asked while looking at my face.

I smiled a little. "Oh, it's nothing!"

Stan didn't say anything now.

He was just asking why I went quiet, now he's quiet.

But then I realized I felt warm tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Butters.."

I quickly turned away from him and wiped my eyes over and over.

These stupid tears wouldn't stop.

"Oh hamburgers.. I'm perfectly fine." I quickly answered.

He hugged me tightly instead of saying another word. "It's okay to cry Butters."

I didn't want to cry..

I hid my face against his shoulder and just lost it. I felt bad since his shirt was completely soaked by my tears.

Stan didn't seem to mind though. He didn't complain or anything. He just gently rocked us while laying his head against me and repeatedly whispered "It's going to be okay."

Stan's POV

I never felt so sorry for someone.

Just listening to Butters crying hurt.

I wish I could've helped him more, but I felt like I was failing.

I never had a close connection with my own family.

I hated my dad, and still do.