so high
summary; after smoking a shit ton of marry jane *wink wink* stan begins to understand why he’s always felt so weird when he is around you.
warnings : fluff , pinch of angst, drug use
word count: 1.2k
a/n: ok hi so this is following the story of ‘i am not okay with this,’ but youre syds sister and he likes you instead of her and you know about her powers okay? ok.
in the mind of stanley barber, no one in this shitty ass town was worth a second look. a town full of fakes, a town full of phony’s. and in the mind of stanley barber, the only women actually worth talking to, was you and your sister syd.
mainly you, your sister was cool, but you just as this gravitating aspect to your aura that he just couldn’t seem to get over. and now, after his 8th bong rip, he is beginning to understand why.
“can i try a hit?” you asked stan, part of your skirt bawled up on your hand. you’ve hung around with stan long enough to catch the effects of second hand smoke, but you hadn’t ever actually inhaled any of the devils lettuce.
his eyes shoot up at you, after being hyper focused on this spinning of his blood witch vinyl. then he saw you, in a different light. the way his basements fluorescent lights hit your skin just right.
“sure, yeah” he hands you the piece and lighter, your hands clang as your grab it and sit across from him on the floor. you look up at him and smile, like you had so many times before. like you did the first time you met.
it was sunday night, you had school the next morning but syd was begging you to drive to the beaver valley bowl to meet stan. you knew he had found out about syd, and you knew if his resilience.
you drove her there, and waited in the car. it took about an hour, until she stormed out, passing your car, and running home.
“syd?!” you called out, getting out of your car. the door to the bowling alley opens behind you, as a distraught stan runs out after her. his eyes look at you, and yours at his.
you’ve seen stan around, known for his eccentric clothing choice, and choice of lifestyle (selling decent weed, so you’ve heard.) stan wants to know you, he’s also crossed your path, he knew you were innocent of your beauty, guys drilled over you and you didn’t even care. you were fairly popular, but not for being rich or mean, but your being yourself. he knew you were a badass, and that you had a bigger heart then you let on.
but he had never been this close to you, you really were even more beautiful now that he got to focus in. this moment of admiration lasted momentarily, before he knew it you were pushing him back into his place of work, stabbing him with questions.
“what the fuck did you say to her?” you pushed him into the wall of the beaten down concession stand. “y/n- please i didn’t mean to!” he pleaded, you let go of his collar and slammed your fist into the metal case next to his face.
“dammit stan! what did you say.” he put your arm down next to your side in attempt to calm you down. “i just tried to make her angry, so that her powers would ya know- come out.” he looked ashamed at the floor.
“shit stan shes sensitive” you ran yourself fingers through your hair, walking to one of the bowling chairs. “i’ll apologize tomorrow y/n god honest” he spoke deflated. “better wear your best retro suit eh?” you joked, laughing at his mismatch shoes.
that smile, damn that smile. stan was an absolute dead man after that smile. he fell, he fell so fucking hard. the way you smiled with your whole face; with your nose, with your eyes, with your lips.
that damned smile was looking at while you were about to hit his bong. your lips on his piece. he watched as your shakes hand it the herb, and how your lips formed a small “o” but drew back before before the small metal piece.
“could you-erm- do the thing” you gestured him to come sit next to you. “shot gun smoke? sure yeah” stan knew you were scared to try it, more scared then you let on. shot gunning it would lesser the effects of the weed and be less harsh on her lungs; she knew this.
stan come and sat next to you. you handed him the bong and he looked up at you once more for re assurance.
“and you’re sure?” “staaaan!!!” you complained, a opted he was treating you like a child.
“staaaan”
stan rolled his eyes, it was fake though. you couldn’t see the sunset, you were standing on the red bridge next to the river and the sun was just setting. “stan please i wanna see the colors”
his heart swelled at your words as he let you climb up onto his back to see the sun set. he looked up and watched as your eyes lit up. the sky was all kinda of pinks, oranges, and orioles, but as fair as he was concerned; you were the only thing to look at.
he shook his head, the memory fading, turning into a new one. the present one, of you sitting there in curiosity watching him take in the smoke.
you pulled in close, making a slit in your lips to let in the smoke. stan leaned in, the smell of your perfume clouding his nose, along with hints of sour diesel.
god that perfume, once when he was over your house he stole in, just to spray his pillow. he gave it back, but he did use a fair amount. your smell drove him through a loop, he didn’t really know why, he was just obsessed with it.
his lips shuttered on yours, his nerves vibrating all over his body. the smoke filled your lungs, it was still harsh, still heavy, but the feeling of stan this close to you was a new feeling as well. stans lips felt right, your stomach had butter flies that felt like they’d never flown before.
you quickly back away, coughing and letting the smoke out of your lungs, your eyes ready as you whip them laughing. stan can name countless time where you’ve looked like this.
“stan please!” you cackled, hitting your thighs and rolling over in his bed, your back arching from the amount of air leaving your lungs
“i’m telling you it’s a true story!” he explained, a smirk playing on your lips “i peed everywhere!” your head fell into his lap, laughing as he looked down on you. your eyes welling with tears, tears of joy and content. moments like these make him want to be with you until the earth dies out.
he could hang with you forever, and never want to leave. his, there’s no one else like you, and there won’t ever be.
you’re everything,
your day your night,
your soft your hard.
your his rock. yours his fucking rock-
his lips smacked yours, quickly like it was almost an auto response. like he didn’t even consciously do this. his pupils shrink with terror, realizing more and more by the second what he has just did.
“oh fuck i didn’t-”
but your lips were already on his, kissing him back like your life depended on it. your hands tangled in his forest green blazer, pulling his torso as close as humanly possible to yours.
in between kisses, he slipped out things like ‘youre everything’ ‘ive wanted this forever’ and the most memorable ‘i love you’
“you what?” the kisses ended abruptly after this statement “i-i love you y/n”
“i love you... too”
he shook his head in dis belief “wow- um yeah cool cool cool cool cool” he slicked back the side of his head, his sweaty palms making his unruly curls stick to the side of his head.
“super cool” you giggled.
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