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A/N : I know I promised romance in this chapter, but the chapter became too long, so I cut it in half. I also want to know who you think the romance is with, at this point it could be anyone.
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I wasn’t looking forward to detention but I was happy about the facts that my aunt would find out and Mr. Kimble was gone to a conference for the rest of the week. Meaning detention with the idiot wouldn’t start till after the weekd. Oh Getting to go back to the East side.I had to be back early on Sunday morning cause my aunt needed me for something. Other than that I was free
To start off my friday night ,Stan and I were going to hang out. Once he got here, that is. I watched out my window, so I would already see him coming and could meet him outsideI saw him walking down the street and ran down the hall. I was near the stairs when I slipped, tumbling down and landing on my ass. What in the world did I slip on? My question was soon answered when Max ran up to me and picked up his skateboard.
“I don’t think your very good at this” he stated
“Well, then why don’t you
“Well than, why don’t you teach me sometime” I said sarcastically, well helping myself up.
“Okay” he replied then running off, but before turning the corner he added" First tip do not skateboard down the stairs, Oh and be more careful with it. You could have broken it”
In my head I thought oh sorry did I hurt the floor as well when I I feel. Cause right now I probably have a bruised ass and defiantly have a bruised ego.. Max was just an innocent little kid though so I couldn’t say mad. I fake laughed. You think he would have more awareness about others.
To make things worse, this distracted me from getting outside to meet Stan, Causing him to knock on the door. This meant he would have to meet the family.
“Jenny , Your friend is here” Cassandra yelled surprised. Yes, I actually have friends, What are you so surprised about?
“Coming” I replied well walking the pain of falling off. I smiled when I saw Stan, he was looking at Cassie as if she was a Goddess. Both of our thought were interupted by my aunt.
“You must be one of Jennifer’s friends, What’s your name dear?” She questions
“Stan”
“Now Is that short for Stanley” Oh, no she wasn’t going all full name on my friends.
“Yea, but everyone calls me Stan” he replied clueless of what was about to happen.
“Well come on in Stanley” He starred at her Blankley. He hated his real name it was the same as his father's
“Well we were just leaving” I said as I walked out the door.
“Wait “my aunt called after me. I turned and looked at her.
“Can I talk to you alone for a second Jennifer?” Oh my god what did she want.
“Wait here” I told Stan, well re-entering the house
“ Now Jennifer, do I need to discuss the bird and the bees” No she wasn’t having this talk with me. Did she want me to throw up. I can talk about sex but ,not with my aunt Judith.
“Uhm, No I’m good”
“Are you sure? I know how I was at your age” Okay I really didn’t need to know that. I think she actually wanted me to vomit on her shoes.
“Stan is just a friend” I stated clearly
“Well okay, he seems nice” she said as I walked out of the house to meet Stan.
That was the only thing she was right about. Stan is nice. Too nice. Although he lives on the east side, I don’t think he was meant for ir. He had moved there two years before I did, after his parents had a nasty divorce. However he had it easier then me. He never lived on the West side before, so he wasn’t teased. He moved from the country side to the East side with his mom.
They didn’t have a lot of money so the East side seemed like a good spot. Now he lives there with his alcoholic mother. Stan tried changing her ways but it never worked. Stan was just genuinely nice and that made him an odd ball. After a few fights and drug deals though he was excepted. All East siders treat him like one of them now. I see something more in him though, potential.
My thoughts were broken by Stan waving his hand in front of my face.
“Okay, you can stop day dreaming about me now” He joked I blushed a little cause it was partly true.
“So, What do you want to do tonight?” I asked him
“Well considering, what happened last time you were here, I think parties are out of the question” Did Michael have to tell everyone about having to save me?
“I’ll be fine’ I insisted
“ I know but I thought we’d just take it easy and hang out at my house’
“Okay Grandpa” I replied laughing
“Hey My Grandpa is very cool. don’t diss Grandpa’s” By this time we were on the East side and almost near Stan’s house. He lived fairly close to the West side.
“ Your right his snoring probably sounds way better than your singing” I mocked him about being in a band
“ The band is very good, don’t knock us till you hear us” He said as he unlocked his front door
“And when will I hear them?”
“Soon” he started to whisper as he pointed to his mom passed out on the couch.
I think sometimes he just likes to pretend she was just really tired. I watched him as he put a blanket over top of her. Then collected the empty bottles and put them into their boxes.
He motioned me to follow him upstairs and so I did. Stan looked upset , but I could tell he was trying to hide it. His mom use to be his idol. Now she was just a drunk. No thanks, to his dad who kept cheating on her, so she left. Not having time to take anything with her. I put my arm around his shoulders.
“ I’m sorry” I said trying to cheer him up, but it wasn’t working. I quickly changed the subject.
“How many songs have you guys wrote?” It was hard for me to take the band seriously but I knew he liked it.
“Half of one” he smiled at me innocently
“Then what do you guys play at gigs?”
“We do covers of songs we like” he replied
“Ohh What songs?” I asked curiously
“Random ones, mainy hard rock and party songs”
“ Pretty cool”
“ I though some more meaningful songs on an acoustic would be cool, but the guys think it’s to girly”
“ You play guitar?” I was shocked, Stan and I were really close, but somehow I never knew this stuff. Must have been to busy getting high or partying
“Yea, I play electric, acoustic and I can play the piano. I sometimes practice singing by doing covers on the piano and acoustic. Don’t tell the guys though” I honestly thought Stan didn’t have a musical bone in his body.
“Can I hear some?’ Slow songs weren’t my first choice, but I needed to get Stan’s mom off his mind and if he had fun well doing it, that’s cool too.
He got out his guitar and started strumming the strings. I was impressed by this, but I became more impressed by his singing. He was really good.
When he was finished I was speechless.
“Wow” was all I could say. Stan was honestly really good. At first a thought it was just going to be a love song, but when I listened to the lyrics I figured out it was about his mom.
“Did you like it?” he asked nervously
“Your amazing” At this point I didn’t have to act interested any more. “Where did you learn to sing and play?”
“My mom use to be a singer on Broadway” Oh yea that’s right, I forgot. I feel stupid for bringing up his mom again.
“Oh, yea” I created awkwardness. I looked over at the clock. Thank god it was late.” It’s kind of late, want to get a drink and go to bed?” I tried to make the awkwardness go away.
“Uhh, Sure” he said, It seemed as if I interrupted his thoughts that were going down memory lane. I knew how easy it was to start thinking about when life seemed easier. When my parents were alive and Josh wasn’t in jail.
We went into the kitchen. Before I got into drugs, Stan and I would just hang out at his place and be lame together. We saw the sides of each other that no one else saw. Instead of being tough East siders, it’s like we turn into people who just want to be kids again. Which is why we still have some traditions, such as hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate!
Stan passed me a warm cup of I. I was about to go back upstairs when he said. “Wait” I looked up at him weird. “ Just to help us sleep” he stated while pouring the rest of the Bailey’s into our cups. I honestly didn’t know if it was to help us sleep or finish it , so his mom wouldn’t. All I knew is that it tasted delicious.
After we were done our drinks, Stan threw me a t-shirt. He turned around well I changed into it. We both climbed into his bed. He turned on the T.V and we watched the news. I wonder if Stan isn’t secretly an old man, so nice and wise.
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A/N : I know I promised romance in this chapter, but the chapter became too long, so I cut it in half. I also want to know who you think the romance is with, at this point it could be anyone.
So who do you think it is Michael/Aiden/Stan/Someone else ??
Let me know an dI'll post the next half :) as a new chapter :D
Also I posted a video on the side of what I magined Stan like. The song is What is love? by Nevershoutnever. If this isn't how you imagined it thats kewl too, it was just an idea. (the song is about parents getting divorced, if you didn't catch that)