"You're a fool to think I'm gonna dance with you."
"I'll go dance by myself, then"
"Alright then"
Stanley Barber- Ianowt
Y/n l/n- irl
+ ianowt characters
*i do no own any of these characters*
*some l...
"I'm Stanley. This is Syd." He points to himself and then to Sydney. "Y/n." I sigh. "You didn't wanna come either huh?" "Nope, this is like a couple weeks right?"
"Yeah four." "A fucking month? Of course." Finally we get to our cabin. Three beds, Sydney lays on the bed farthest away from the others.
"Well you're stuck with me." He smiles before choosing the bed beside the door. "Jesus Christ." I mumble before choosing my bed.
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Here so it makes sense :) (The door is to the left of his bed)
"I'm leaving." Sydney walks out of the cabin leaving the two of us together. "I uh. Do you know bloodwitch?" "No. What is it?" He blink a couple times before putting his empty bags away. "A band. You should listen to them."
He pulls out a metal container. "What are you doing?" "Getting high. Wanna join?" His face sketched with a genuine question.
"No...I don't do that. Rather not die that way." "You're missing out." He says hopping on the bed. "No I'm really not." I roll my eyes. He pulls on head phones and lights the stick of whatever.
His glasses rest on the top of his head, on the mop of curly hair. His style might be horrible but it suits him.
"You're staring. Whatcha thinking about?" "Nothing. Keep on smoking your death stick of whatever." He nods and continues.
A couple minutes later he laughs to himself. Whispering to whoever might be listening.
"Stanley I'm gonna day this politely but shut up please." "Whatever." He pulls his sunglasses on and lays there.
The room feels empty from not having his giggles in it.
Sydney has came back after I told Stanley to shut up. "Don't worry he'll shut up after about twenty minutes." "Really? It's been ten." Stanley chuckles.
*Stanley's POV Y/n rolls her eyes as I stare at Syd. Through my glasses so she can't tell. Of course I have a crush on her. Sydney is great.
Finally after twenty minutes I sit up, Y/n sketches in her notebook.
"Whatcha doing?" I climb to the edge of my bed to peer over to hers. "Drawing, what does it look like I'm doing?" I try to pull myself closer, soon falling off the bed.
"Stanley?!" I lay on my stomach. "I-I'm fine." I smile as she gasp. A tear rolls from my eye.
