I'm just a teenage dirtbag

by XRosemaryX

Summary:

Stanley: strong, beautiful and intimidating, reckless, and rebellious. Gets assigned a project with Xeno, the new kid, labeled as a weirdo nerd, especially by Stanley's friends. Stanley immediately finds himself tethered to the young scientist, unable to pinpoint his desire for him. But knowing he can't function without him. Stanley is infatuated with his confidence. His skills, and intelligence power, something he doesn't have, well pretends to show to his peers, masking his true self. He can't seem to get Xeno off his mind, constantly thinking of that nerd.

Notes:

Helllo❤️decided to make a fic about them cause i love them. and also there is like no hetero explanation for half the shit between them. Srry for any mistakes and hope u like it!!! :3

Chapter 1: Love at first sight?

Summary:

Stanley: strong, beautiful and intimidating, reckless, and rebellious. Gets assigned a project with Xeno, the new kid, labeled as a weirdo nerd, especially by Stanley's friends. Stanley immediately finds himself tethered to the young scientist, unable to pinpoint his desire for him. But knowing he can't function without him. Stanley is infatuated with his confidence. His skills, and intelligence power, something he doesn't have, well pretends to show to his peers, masking his true self. He can't seem to get Xeno off his mind, constantly thinking of that nerd.

11:53…11:54….11:55. Stanley's eyes focused on the clock hanging just above the doorway. The minute hand only seemed to go slower and slower, making this class almost never ending. His
arms felt restless as his side, instinctively wanting to reach into his pocket and rummage through the crinkled cigarette pack he stole from his dad, but he had only 5 more minutes to tell the sweet sound of the bell filled the classrooms and halls releasing students to lunch. So like Stanley always did when he felt like his hands were soon to move on their own, he kept them hands glued to the cold cheap wooden desk. His burning gaze fell from the clock when he felt a quick nudge on his shoulder, it was Charlotte.

“Hey Snyder” Charlotte leaned over to him across the aisle that separated them. Her head was low, her voice almost a whisper. A smile painted her usual stern looking face. “Wanna ditch after this?”

Stanley let out a breathy chuckle that teetered on the edge of a laugh. He glanced once more at the clock. 11:57. Then he turned his head back to Charlotte. The harsh sudden sounds of zippers, and books being stuffed in bags erupted in the class.

“Fuck it, why not” Stanley shrugged letting out an exhale like he actually thought of saying no.
He often skipped class anyway. Whether it was with Charlotte, Luna, Max, Carlos or Brody, he would even just skip by himself most times. Since he had the habit of skipping, his grades suffered for it. He did manage to keep his grades passing by ‘asking’ some kid to do his work.

Finally Stanley stood up from the harsh metal seats, His hands reached for his bags that comically weighed similar to a feather. Keeping only some empty cigarette packs, a lighter, a few notebooks and a pencil in it. He threw it over his shoulder and followed after Charlott who stood by the doorway leaning against it with a strong case of RBF. Classmates hurried past Stanley, just as relieved to be getting out of that boring class but not daring to bump into him.

“Let's get out of here” He mumbled, a yawn escaping him. His eyes adjusting to the harsh hallway lights beaming down on the both of them, footsteps and chatter loud around. “I need a smoke.”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” She agreed, holding one hand out lazily. Her other idly played with her short blond locks.

Stanley rolled his eyes, his hands digging into his jacket pocket reaching for his treasured smokes. He picked out the last two leaving the crumpled box empty. He handed her the last one, and kept the other one for himself. They kept walking down the hallway out to the yard, where most students hung around during lunch. Usually staying in groups, all in their own respected cliques.

They walked over to their usual spot, out behind the school. Which was just secluded enough for them to smoke and not get caught. The sweet smell of tobacco fell to his nose once his steps brought him closer. The grass turned to gravel under his feet, the brick wall shaded the area keeping them more out of sight from peering eyes.
There at the spot was: Maya, Luna, and brody. Luna's eyes widened once she saw them, she came out of the shaded area walking over to the pair. “Stanley! Char!” Her arms wrapped around Charlotte in a tight embrace, Charlotte let out a quiet almost inaudible grunt caused by her squeezing arms, small but strong. “Hey luna..” She mustered out, almost unable from the arms cutting off her air supply. Charlotte brought her hand up and patted her back.

Luna finally let go of her death grip on Charlotte and moved over to Stanley. Stanley tensed at her touch, physical contact was definitely something he was not keen on..

“Do you always have to hug us every damn day?” Stanley muttered out his voice slightly hoarse from the squeezing, though there was no harshness in its words.

Luna finally let go of her death grip on him, she furrowed her eyebrows, putting on the best pout she could.

“What? My hugs not good enough for you?” Her hands rested on her hips, trying to look angry.

Stanley let out a scoff and walked past her letting out a quiet. “Just love them” playful sarcasm lacing his words. He walked over to Brody and Maya. Charlotte and Luna follow slowly behind him, already chatting it up, talking about the latest gossip.

“Hey stan!” Brody said with his usual loud voice. “Where were you for the 1st hour?”

“Skipping probably” Maya chimed, Her back flush against the cool brick. Brody let out a laugh that mirrored Maya’s.

Stanley just sighed, memories of this morning played out, making his body tense with anxiety. His eyes dropped to the gravel beneath him.

“Yeah.” He paused. “Just felt like sleeping in” He managed to spit out, which was a lie, he was planning to actually be on time, but the bruise on his back proved his statement wrong.

Distant Loud chatter and laughter paused Stanley's thoughts. Brody and Maya seemed to notice. Their heads turned over to the yard, their gaze fell on the group of students who came too close. One student made eye contact with Stanley's burning gaze. His mesmerizing copper eyes held a roaring fire beneath. The kid immediately stopped talking and looked away from Stanley and the others.

They quickly got the hint and skidded off, not wanting to provoke the group.

Charlotte and Luna laughed, since they of course noticed the younger group of students, finding humor in whatever way they did. Stanley just turned his focus back to his friends, His hands fished for his last cigarette, holding it gently between his index and middle fingers. His back met the brick wall, leaning back against it next to Maya. He pulled out his lighter, one he always kept on him, Luna called it his ‘lucky lighter’. Stanley always thought it was stupid and teased her for something so childish. He didn't believe in luck or in anything, since everything he did just let him down. The burning flame appeared from his glossy metal lighter, scuffed from years of use. But he treasured it just like his smokes. The red embers emerged from the end. He inhaled, immediately relaxing, enjoying the warmness that entered him. Hugging him from the inside, comforting him from his everyday problems.

He exhaled, watching the smoke flow upwards in a dance, disappearing into the blue abyss taking his stress with it. Maya and Brody were busy talking, Charlotte and Luna had finally walked over to them also chatting with them now. Stanley though, didn't. Not right now anyways. He treasure the moment he could finally smoke, the comfort that came with it was something he craved and didn't want to be interrupted.

Finally, the burning red embers reached the filter, Stanley exhaled one last time. The whisper of smoke escaping. The bud slipped from his fingers, crashing down to the gravel. Stanley put it out with his heel. His usual sense of dread, tiredness, and anxiety washed back over him. He turned his head back to the circle his friends had unconsciously made and joined their conversation.

“Have any of you guys heard about this new kid that's coming?” Luna beamed with excitement, she loved new kids, a chance for new friends (or a capable boyfriend).

Charlotte shifted like she was beaming with dread, not excitement. “I have actually, I overheard from a teacher he's like super brainy or something.” She scoffed knowing it's just another nerd, someone not worth her time.

“Sounds like just your type Luna” Maya drawled out in a teasing tone, everyone let out a chuckle, even Stanley found himself laughing.

“Maybe he's your dream man you’ve been searching for” Brody chimed, his laughter a tone above the rest.

“Yeah and you can finally let these poor nerds here rest” Stanley added, the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. Luna's face flushed with a faint pink that matched her hair.

Stanley’s curiosity started to grow, they had moved past the gossip about the new kid and now onto some stupid relationship love triangle gossip between students. He himself too liked getting new kids. Because maybe, just maybe, they shared his own problems. Someone who knew what it was like to feel hidden. That was quickly shot down once he remembered ‘super brainy’. A flash of disappointment clouded his mind before he let go of his fleeting dream.

He could never relate to someone that was ‘super brainy.’

Their conversation came to a halt once the bell began to sing. “See y'all tomorrow” Charlotte said with smugness in her words, teasing almost.

“Where are you going?” Maya asked with a raised eyebrow, already starting off to class.

“Me and Stan are gonna skip. Why? Yall wanna come with” Charlotte eyes shimmered at the idea, thoughts of various ‘activities’ they could dive into flooded her mind.

Maya and body paused, they both thought for a second, Maya then sighed a disappointed look riddled her face. “Wish I could Char, but my mom’s been on my ass about skipping, who knows what she’d do if she finds out”

“Well damn, see ya tomorrow then” Charlotte replied, already walking over to the metal fence that prisoned them. Brody waved a dismissive hand to Stan and Charlotte before Maya and him walked back to the building, following behind the crowds of students cramming inside. Luna had already disappeared to wherever. She had accumulated loads of friends, mainly why she always seemed to know the hot gossip at the time.

The sound of shifting metal caught Stanley's attention, his head turned to Charlotte who had already thrown her bag over the fence and was halfway over the warped tall chain link. His head turned back to the yard once more, looking for any possible witnesses or teachers. Once clear he joined Charlotte on the other side, quickly hopping over the tall fence.

He joined Charlotte on the other side and they made their way off, parting ways with the stress of school and into the calm the world has to offer. Their first destination was the corner store that stood just a few blocks from school. It was a hotspot for students after and before school, able to grab snacks, drinks, and just hangout. Everyonce in a while Stanley and his gang would make their way over here after school, getting kicked out most times due to their disruptive attitude that followed them.

They opened the heavy metal doors, a ring alerting their entrance to the lady working the cashier who didn’t bother to greet the pair she was already familiar with. Stanley's eyes fell to the wall of smokes behind her already feeling the urge to inhale the intoxicating warmness that comforted him. His eyes shot back at Charlotte who walked ahead into the aisle already filling her pockets with candy.

Stanley followed her down the aisle, inspecting the candy that presented itself in front of him. Eventually he found some sour gummy candy he liked, he grabbed a few, quickly glancing around then filling his jean pocket with it. Charlotte quickly met back up with Stan from strolling down another aisle.

“Find anything good” She said with a raised eyebrow, her tone just above a whisper.

“Just some candy” He paused, gesturing to his pockets. “I bet you're walking out of here with half the inventory” A grin appeared on Stanley, letting out a soft almost inaudible chuckle.

“You know me too well Snyder” Charlotte replied with a toothy mischievous smile. She turned on her heels towards the door, keeping her eyes set forward. Stanley followed close behind, his wandering eyes briefly making eye contact with the cashier, hoping she didn't suspect anything. Her eyes just told him ‘I don't get paid enough for this’. Finally they made it out of the store, candy secured safely in their pockets.

“Thank god for the five finger discount” sarcasm laced her words with a hint of true relief.

Stanley just nodded in agreement, his hands already fishing his pockets for his candy. They walked on the cracked sidewalk a few more blocks. The sound of a barking dog echoed throughout the neighborhood, the soft clash of tree leaves filled the remaining silence.
Stanley's eyes roamed around, eyes searching the familiar neighborhood, his house not too far.

“Your old man's home?” Stan asked between bites of his candy, Charlotte walked only a few steps ahead, leading them.

Her shoulders visibly tensed. Like the mention of her father made something ignite in her.
Her tone lowered without meaning to.

“Yeah, that piece of shits always home, not like I care” she relaxed her body, trying to calm the anger pooling within her. She held her teeth closely together, trying not to go on an hour rant about how her dad pisses her off. “Not like he cares that we're skipping” She lowered her head, her tone returning back to a faux calmness, unlike her usual stern, playful, carefree attitude she sported. Her tone lowered almost inaudibly if not for the silence of the neighborhood. “He never cares,” She muttered under her breath.

Stanley stared at the weeds that grew through the cracks in the concrete, the delicate flowers desperate for life, to bloom wherever they were put. It only made him envious. Charlotte's words hit him deep, only reminding him of his own father and his issues. While different from hers they were both affected by shitty parents.

They turned the corner, her house now starting to come into view. Stanley's hands rested in his pocket, not bothering to look up from the sidewalk. Charlotte was already rambling about some new rumors going around, animatedly talking while Stanley just listened, not particularly caring. But for some reason, the thought of the new student popped up. It lingered for just a moment, like a flash of lightning under his dark clouded thoughts.

“Hey Char” He paused unconsciously, like his own body wanted to keep his thoughts locked inside, harmless or not. “You know the new kid you guys were talking about?” Stanley's voice was its usual stoic tone, but under that for just a moment it was timid, shy, and curious.
Charlotte's steps slowed just for a moment, almost unnoticeable. It's almost as if she was surprised that someone like stanley asked her such a question, it wasn't a weird question by any means just.. Unlike him to care.. to ask for more details. She turned over her shoulder at him, inspecting him, then turning straight back ahead.

“Yeah, what about him?”

Stanley felt a warmness spread through him, unsure of the cause. He assumed maybe it was because he never joined in on the gossip. “I was just curious, not everyday we get a new kid” a quiet awkward chuck e left him, filling the now silence that hung around them.

"Well, I'm not sure if this is for sure but I heard there's a chance he's gonna be coming tomorrow." She paused, her tone turning more sarcastic, like it would never be true. "Wonder if he's hot" She snorted, letting out a soft quiet laugh. She couldn't help but be a little curious, mostly because Stanley always listened, occasionally chiming in on the gossip. His sudden interest was almost cute.

“What's with the sudden interest? Already head over heels?” She teased, her steps slowing from laughing, pausing to catch her breath. Her steps soon quicken to catch stanley.

“Pfft, yeah no.” His voice was low, almost as if his words were disgusted that she even suggested that. Though his own laughter escaped. “Isn't he like a dude?”

Charlotte stopped laughing, she brought her sleeve up to wipe away a tear that trickled down her cheek. “I think I heard one of the teachers refer to him as he, they were like, talking really quiet though so I could be wrong.”

Charlotte's voice came to a slow stop, a sincere smile still remained on her. Their journey on the sidewalk soon came to an end, finding their sought after destination. They walked across her lawn. Both not caring about the tracks they left behind in the soft pliable grass that was just a hair overgrown. The driveway had deep cracks resembling the canyon, filled with the bright colors of weeds.

The white front door mirrors the garage door, old, cracked, and in need of a paint job. The red bricks that made out the structure of the house faded, likely from years of the punishing weather. Charlotte's hand reached behind her, searching for the side pocket of her bag. Once she finally found it she dug around for a moment. Finding her keys under the hoards of empty gum wrappers she stuffed in there.

She pulled out her keychain and singled a key, putting it in the scuffed door knob. With a turn and a click she opened the door, pushing it wider with her foot. He followed in after her. The familiar scent of her home crashing into him, giving him a fleeting sense of comfort and nostalgia.

Charlotte had already begun up the stairs that were placed in front of the entryway. Her father was in the living room, just left of the stairs. He sat glued to the recliner, the only light source in the room being the blaring tv lights that bounced off the walls and his pale skin. Skin that craved warm rays of sun. Empty food plates litter the coffee table accompanied by empty cups. He looked almost lifeless, as if he's been stuck to that spot since the dawn of time.

The sight only pissed him off. He knew how neglectful he was to Charlotte, acting as if he never had a daughter, it hurt reminding him of his own pain. His fist fighting at his side, his face contorting to a look of disgust before returning to normal once looking away. He made his way up the stairs, beginning down the hallway to her room, occasionally looking at the family pictures that hung on walls that showed only a window to a better time.

He opened the door to her room, which was already cracked open for him. He made his way inside, sitting on her bed, sinking slightly from his weight. Around him were an army of stuffed animals. He wasn't weirded out by it, he even found it kinda cute. A fuzzy hot pink carpet covered most of the wooden floor. Charlotte sat in front of a big white vanity that was home to various makeup and accessories.

She was clearly busy digging through one of the draws, not paying Stanley any mind for the moment. Her look was focused like she was searching for something specific, like something just for this moment. Then finally her rummaging stops, she pulls out a black shiny tube and a longer hot pink tube.

“Look what I have snyder” She grinned mischievously, she grabbed the 2 items holding them up for him. She lowered them and walked over to him, plopping down next to him on the bed her body shifted away giving him enough room.

His eyebrows furrowed together, closely inspecting the small sleek items that laid out innocently between them. He looked unamused like he knew what the future foretold. “Makeup..?” He mumbled out, his eyes slowly moving from the makeup up and at Charlotte who sat facing him. His eyes didn't meet hers as she was busy studying his features. All Stanley could do was sigh knowing there was no way out of this.

Charlott broke the silence “Your face is just way too pretty Stan, I'm so jelly” Her tone was filled with a playful envy tone, bringing a playful truth.

Stanley just rolled his eyes hearing the word “pretty” slip from her tongue. The word pretty made his eyes cloud with emotion.. The simple word made Stan seem soft and delicate to others, making him feel vulnerable and exposed. He was someone that was tough, feared, and respected. Not beautiful and pretty.

His thoughts pause dead in their tracks, feeling a hand grabbing his jaw. His body almost freezes on instincts, pausing all movements. But quickly melts back once his body understands it's just Charlotte's hand. Charlotte moved stands face to the side softly, inspecting his features further.
“Your features are just so feminine, close to a model.” Her eyes continued their expedition on each of his features for a moment longer, playful envy in her words. “Just perfect for makeup”

She lowered her hand towards the makeup. She picked up the longer pink tube, untwisting it.
Stanley knew the word hurt him, but it wasn't some guy telling him he was pretty or hot, it was just charlott. And he knew it wasn't an insult. It was reality.

“Eyes, close em” Charlotte's words interrupted his spinning thoughts. He quickly obeyed with a hint of hesitation, not exactly thrilled at getting his makeup done. She had pulled the wand out, bridging it closer to his long eyelashes. His nose caught a faint scent of chemicals.

Suddenly a soft almost whisper of pressure was applied on his lashes, it was gently, foreign.
After a moment she pulled back and moved on to the next one. Continuing her gentle attack.
Charlotte pulled back, admiring her work.

“Alright lipstick next!” She put the tube back in its home, placing it back onto the light pink sheets between them, grabbing for the smaller, sleek, black tube.

She uncapped it, twisting the bottom, relieving a matt, deep rich purple. Stanley opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at the revealed color. The color was bold, a color easily spotted in a crowded room of boastful colors that begged for attention. With swift practiced movements, Charlotte brought the color to his slightly parted lips. The cool feel of the lipstick was something different than what he expected, it didn't burn, didn't sting. It was just a coat of color. A harmless coating of deep rich color. Something that Stanley felt was forbidden, wrong.

Charlotte pulled her hand back, inspecting her work. Once she thought it was good she placed the cap back on the lipstick, hiding the color away.

“Alright, you can look in the mirror now I'm done!” Charlotte said with excitement in her voice, her eyes glued to her work, the makeup only made Stan even more breathtakingly beautiful, pretty was an understatement. Stan let out a defeated sigh, his now painted lips curling into a smirk. Maya, Char, and Luna had all had their turns putting makeup on him before. He just never bothered looking in the mirror, assuming he'd just look weird with makeup.

 

He slid off the bed, Charlotte following after him with excitement. His legs slowly carried him to the bathroom, unwilling to move. He reached out to the door knob, the cold metal stinging. He twisted it walking into the dark room. He walked over to the mirror that hung over the porcelain sink. Charlotte flicked on the lights, taking place next to him.

Stanley's eyes squinted at the sudden change of light, Charlotte's presence only made him feel awkward, feeling a breeze of cold shoot through him. Directly in front of him was someone different. Someone beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, someone soft and delicate. Someone that wasn't Stanley Snyder.
“Well, do you like it?” Charlotte nudged him gently, as if it would elicit a reaction instead of the complete silence.

Stanley leaned closer to the mirror. His hand raised to his lips, softly running his index finger over them. The soft buttery pigment rubbing off onto the pad of his finger. His eyes moved from his lips pausing at his eyelashes that only elongated thanks to the mascara. This look was something different, something he's never seen. It's someone bold, and strong. The embodiment of what he yearns to be. For a moment, Stanley felt confident, bold, like he was someone more.

A flash of disgust slammed into him, disgust for feeling this way, for letting makeup make him feel this way.

He moved back from the mirror, his eyes unable to leave his reflection. He turned to Charlotte, his painted lips showing a soft smile “You did a good job.” He turned back to his reflection once more.

“Really! Glad you think so” Charlotte's hands clasped together, relief clearly washing over her.
Charlotte turned back, her steps a little quicker from excitement. Stanley, now left alone, just stared at the lone reflection. He turned away sharply towards the door, his steps fueled with frustration. He walked out the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. leaving his feelings to rest there in the silence.

A lone sigh escaped before he headed back to Charlotte's room. Upon entering Charlotte sat at her vanity doing her own makeup, her hands working quickly, trained from years of doing makeup.

“Thought we could match” Charlotte said, her words strained from focusing on carefully putting on sharp eyeliner. San walked over towards her, sitting on the hot pink fuzzy carpet next to her, just watching.

“Looks better than mine” He teased, an almost silent chuckle escaped, one that dissolved into silence.

Charlotte continued, her eyes glued to her reflection. Charlotte snorted softly “Pfft I wish” Her now matching purple lips curled into a smirk.

Her hands came to a stop, grabbing the sleek black tube that sat in front of her, leaning slightly down towards him. She held out the lipstick. His gaze shot to it, the same cold breeze returning. He looked at the forbidden tube, his hands urging to take it. His body craved that feeling of confidence, and boldness he felt.

“Here take it, I don't use this color anyways” Stan's eyes moved upwards to her face,looking for any sign of sarcasm. But no, it was almost as if she was happy to give it to him.

Charlotte continued with her lips curling into a soft smile. “Looks better on you than me anyways” She muttered lowly, making her envy of his beauty a playful joke.

His hand reached out, dying to feel complete, and confident again. His fingers wrapped around the cool plastic, brushing against Charlotte. He brought it to him, inspecting it like it might combust if he possessed it. But he didn't combust, all he felt was joy. Joy from knowing he could recreate that feeling he was deprived of.

He quickly placed it in his back pocket, making sure it was secure. Charlott went back to doing her makeup, not making fun of stanley or teasing him for taking the lipstick like Stan thought she would. A faint blush crept up his skin, knowing he took it.

A few hours flew by, filled by Charlotte teaching Stan the tricks to makeup. She saw it as a crime to let someone with eyelashes like his to not have mascare. Leading her to convince Stan to take the pink tube. Stan sat in front of the vanity, Charlotte roamed around him taking out different makeup items explaining. During her rant about bronzer, Stan dug for his phone. He looked at the crack screen that read: 7:45.

“Hey Char i'm probably gonna head out” Stan stood up, placing his phone back in his back pocket. A look of disappointment flashed her face, but she understood.

“Alright” She walked towards her door, Stan following behind her. They made it downstairs, Char held the front door open for him. “See ya tomorrow Snyder” Her voice had a hint of longing for it, almost as if she was desperate for company. Stan walked out, a soft warm breeze flew through his hair. The soft sound of clashing leaves filled his spinning mind, silencing it. Stan waved a dismissive hand bye. Starting his dreaded journey home.

His walk home wasn't long since he resided in the same neighborhood. Living just a few blocks away. His pace was fast, his mind tired from the crash of emotions he had felt just moments ago. His bed lingerd in his mind, the sweet relief of sleep tugged at him. The silence of his mind that came with it was a guilty pleasure Stanley often looked forward to each night.

Stan made it to the end of his driveway, deep cracks spread throughout the concrete like mold. The lawn overgrown practically begging any passerbye to be cut. Stan never bothered since he usually would go through periods of just coming home to sleep, change, and shower. He could already hear the muffled sounds of his parents arguing. He walked to the side of his house finding his bedroom window.

He struggled trying to get it open, something that never got easier each time he came home. He never bothered with the front door most days. He usually tried to keep his distance from them both if he could. He threw his bag inside first, following in after it with a grunt, making a not so graceful landing inside. Once on his feet he practically jumped for the comfort and safety of his bed.

His hand raised to his face to wipe the lipstick off. He looked at the back of his hand where the smudged pigment laid innocently. His hand fell in defeat at his side, the day had won like it had countless times. His eyes shut, not sleeping, just thinking. Thinking of makeup, thinking of everyday problems. Thinking of the soon to be new kid. The new kid? Stanley's eyes shot open, why would he be thinking of the damn new kid? He's never even seen him. Stanley couldn't help but laugh, surprised at the thought.

He decided to brush it off and any other minuscule thought that threatened to take his attention from the lull of sleep. His mind began to quiet, finally sinking into the darkness, welcoming it and its numbing silence.

The painful sound of his alarm shook his body awake. “Goddammit” Stanley mumbled, he leaned up, reaching for his phone to silence it. Slid out the comfort of his bed to his dresser. Sliding the top drawer open, his messily stuffed clothes practically jumping out. He picked some jeans, a random hoodie, without much thought he headed out.

Stanleys walk to school was boring to say the least, except a singular thought kept him company. The new kid. Stanley's steps quicken upon seeing the school slowly creep up in the distance. For some reason Stanley wanted to get to school, and wanted to hurry to his seat. Why? Stanley didn't even know himself. Or he didn't want to believe such a stupid rumor got him so invested.

Maya, and Charlotte stood just at the school's entrance. Maya leaned on the gate, laughing about something Charlotte said. Maya's laughter died upon seeing Stanley, Charlotte's head turned to him. As he got closer to the pair, his body began to feel an unusual warmth. A warmth that felt alien.

“Hey, pretty” Charlotte turned to him, her arms holding her body close together feeling the biting chill the early November brought.

Stan gave her a smirk, his headphones now rested around his neck. The hum of chatter and laughter loud behind them belonged to the chords of students entering the lifeless school, sucking out whatever joy they woke up with.

“Saw your boyfriend this morning Stanley” She drew out his name, joy beaming from her face, clearly excited for this opportunity to tease the boy.

“Boyfriend?” Maya leaned off the gate walking closer to the two. Her lips curled into a smile, enjoying this opportunity to ruthlessly tease. A rare pleasure they often didn't get to indulge in.

Stanley rolled his eyes “Boyfriend? I asked one question about the kid Char. His tone was dramatically defensive, like no matter what he said, they would still tease the shit out of him.

“Mhm” Charlotte said with a confident nod. “He's quite the interesting character Snyder, a little rich nerd, just what we needed at this school” Charlotte's playful tone turned more sarcastic.

“I only caught a glimpse of him when I was walking to school, didn't see his face” Maya paused, her laughter started to grow before she even said the joke. “If he's hot lunas gonna be all over him.”

Suddenly Stanley's words crawled out of him, like it wasn't him but his body itching to know.

“Do you know what class he has in the 1st hour?” Stan froze, a crimson creeping up his neck.
Stanley questions why he even felt embarrassed for asking a question about someone.. Especially about someone that's a mystery to the whole school.

Maya's laughter slowly came to a stop, her smile widened before she spoke. “Well Stan” She paused for dramatic effect. “I believe I saw him walking into your class.”

“Oh” Stanley's voice became softer and higher, like a dog hearing the word “treat”, beaming with excitement. Which clearly Charlotte and Maya saw, making Stan clear his voice and shrug “Hope he's not to weird”

Maya and Charlotte busted out in laughter finding the glimpse of excitement Stan showed cute.
Stan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “You guys.. Are the worst”

“We know you love us, Stan,” Charlotte said between her laughter.

“Well, I got some work I need to turn in” He waved a dismissive hand at the pair still recovering from their laughing fit.

“Work? When do you ever do that” Maya said, her laughter returning, but Stan didn't hear as he was already halfway to the door. He hurried past the students, he walked with need, need to know just who this kid is that keeps plaguing his mind.

Finally, his hurried and rushed steps brought him to his classroom. He walked in glancing around the room hoping to see the new face. Then, he spotted him, sitting directly across from his seat. Stan almost froze, surprised at what he saw, unlike anything he imagined. He thought of the usual nerd stereotype, glasses, ugly, and annoying. But this kid was different.

His hair was silver, and neatly put back. His clothes looked fancy, wearing black sleek pants, and a sweater. His eyes were a deep black soaking in anything that came into his view.

Stanley's eyes were glued to him, his steps slow and hesitant to his seat. Before he sat down, those black eyes flickered up to him, meeting with stan's own piercing copper eyes. Xenos face was unbothered, not carrying for anything in this room, or in this entire school, nothing matters much to him as for school was just an afterthought in his world.

Stanley quickly sat down in his seat, placing his bag beside him. His eyes started to pull towards him, begging to continue inspecting every minuscule detail on the boy. He was different from anyone Stans seen in the school. Not in a bad way, just more put together, like this place is nothing to him.

Students started to fill the classroom, they as well as stan stared at Xeno, but Xeno never gave them the time of day. Didn’t look back at them like He did Stan. Idle chatter and loud laughter continued throughout the whole hour. The teacher's monotone voice bored students to sleep.
But for Stanley, the hour wasn't boring, not even a little. His eyes kept glued to Xeno, wanting to say something to him but every time he tried his throat closed.

Stanley wasn't staring at the clock waiting for the draining hours to end anymore, now his eyes stared desperate at a guy he doesn't even know the name of. The sound of the bell forced Stan out of his thoughts, making his gaze pull away. Students began packing their things and leaving, Stan stood up to leave but he stayed. He wasn't sure why but he did. Xeno had stood up after gathering his things, now it was them and a few other students left.

Stanley looked away then back at Xeno who started to walk, then he cleared his throat.

“Hey um” He paused, for some reason he felt like someone was squeezing his throat, locking away any words trying to escape. “My name is Stanley, what's yours?”

Xeno paused mid step, turning halfway to him. Looking Stand up in down, inspecting the mess he could now put a name to ‘Stanley’.

“Xeno” His voice was quiet, soft, but confident, like what he said was law.

Stan wanted to say more but like a bunny hiding from prey, Xeno was gone, Stan looked around trying to find him but he was already out the door. Stan just left, he felt a blush creep up. Why was he wanting to talk to that guy? He didn’t even know himself. Stanley idle walked to his next class like his brain was on autopilot.

The first 5 hours went by, they were filled with nothing but work and chatter. Stanley occasionally overheard a few students talking about Xeno, saying how much of an asshole he is or how stuck up the new kid was. Which only made Stanley even more curious, making his body grow with need, a need to know and understand him.

Stanley finally made it to lunch and walked over to the usual spot with his friends. This time, the whole gang was there. Maya, Char, Brody, Max, Carlos and Luna. Stanley sighed knowing they were definitely up to something. The crunch of gravel under Stan's feet announced his arrival to the group. Their heads turned to him, all filled with mischievous smiles.

“Seen the new kid yet?” Max said, looking over at Stanley, itching for any gossip.

“Yeah He's in my 1st hour class.” Stan said a little confused, his body tensed, whether it was from tobacco withdrawals or whatever made them so curious about Xeno.

“What a total nerd” Maya said with laughter that was joined by the others, except Stanley. Who just stood there.

Luna's laughter stopped before she spoke, her voice annoyed. “I tried asking for his number but he just totally rejected me, telling me to stop bothering him, Like I wasn't even” Lunas arms crossed her face looked frustrated.

“How could someone even reject you Luna” Carlos spoke, his voice laced with disbelief.
Max shook his head “The audacity.”

Brody's loud laughter overpowered everyone. “You probably were bothering him for his digits.”

Luna's face turned red, the thought of Xeno now pissed her off. “Whatever” She muttered before walking off, Carlos and Max followed her. Brody and Maya both laughed at Luna, Charlotte as well.

“So…?” Charlotte asked in that ‘spill it’ tone.

“What?” Stan asked, his tone a little shaky, confused on the sudden questioning.

“Well? What do you think about him?” Charlotte asked with a raised eyebrow, she had walked closer to him, noticing how flustered the questioning was making him.

Stanley froze, What did he think about him? He liked his silky looking silver hair, his button nose, his deep black eyes and eye bags that accompanied them. He liked his name.

“Well” Stan started with an exhale. “I honestly don't know, kid didn't say much other than his name”

“And that is?”

“Xeno”

Stanley liked the way his name felt off his tongue. It came out soft and delicate, something that lit an unstoppable fire in him. He wanted more. Such a name he's never heard, perfect for such a face he's never seen.
Charlotte stepped away from him, satisfied with the quick interrogation. “Xeno huh? Interesting name for such a weirdo..”

“Yeah..” Stan replied, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Weirdly he wanted lunch to end, to get away from his friends. Which was odd, his friends were his escape, people who he longed to be with every day. People that silence the pain, but now.. It felt different.

Lunch came to an end to Stanley's relief, now it was Science. A class Stanley didn't care much for, which showed in his grade. Stanley made his way over, but stopped halfway in the door, seeing Xeno again. This time Xeno didn't bother glancing at him, a pang of disappointment lingerd in his mind, which he didn't know why he felt so weird about it.

He walked over to his usual seat next to Luna, who was already talking his ear off. Stanley sighed, knowing this class was known to him as Lunas gossip hour, where she unloaded everything on Stan. The teacher made their way in, silencing the students. Clearing their throat before they spoke

“Alright, alright students settle down.” He walked over to his desk. “Since we just got finished with our test, I have just a simple project planned for you guys. A research project about micro organisms, I want all the info about them on a bord” The teacher held up his. “Make sure to include pictures about them.”

A few kids asked typical questions about the specifics of it, Stanley and Luna gave each other a look. Meaning ‘yeah.. I'm not doing this.”

“Also” The teacher chimed, quickly gathering the students' attention. “This will be a group project of two. Selected by me.” A few students started to groan and start their complaints, but for Stan this was his ticket to a passing grade. Having some other kid do all the work getting him a B or better.

“I don't wanna hear complaining,” The teacher said quickly. “Alright, once I call the groups, move next to them, talk about the project and plan it out evenly amongst each other.” Then the teacher began to list pairs of 2, then he said “Stanley and Xeno” Stan and Xeno?

Luna started to laugh, muttering “Good luck Snyder” and winked at him. Stanley let out a breathy chuckle and grabbed his bag, walking over to the empty seat next to him. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why did his body feel so.. Nervous.

Stan dropped his bag down and sat in the seat right next to Xeno. He looked over at him but Xeno didn't pay him any mind as he was buried in a book. Stan glanced around then back at him, then he caught a smell. A sweet soft smell. The smell of the maturing flowers in early spring.

Static erupted in his body, melting into the smell that now was a need for Stanley. Something his body won't function without.

Stan shook his head to reset and snap out of whatever trance he's caught in. “So about the project.”

Xeno looked up from his book, his face still looking smug and unbothered. “Yeah what about it? If you are planning on blowing it off, that's fine, I'll get it done in like an hour. Xeno began to melt back into his book but Stan pulled him back out.

“Wha- wait no” Stanley finally managed to get out. “I want to do it” He looked down at the floor, feeling a little embarrassed, like he was confessing his feelings for his crush, but no, it was just a simple statement.

“I want to do it with you.” Stanley's face was serious, despite the blossoming nerves and heartbeat that echoed in his ears.

Xenos' eyebrows lowered in curiosity and surprise. Was he serious? This punk kid telling him he wants.. To help him. He closed his book, turning his head fully to Stanley who sported copper puppy dog eyes.

Xeno let out a tired exhale, like this whole day has taken a toll on him “Alright then, if you insist. After school you can come over and we can knock it out.. It's that alright?

All Stan heard was “after school” and “my place.” His lips turned into a genuine smile, his body felt restless, like he wanted to run a marathon.

“Yeah that sounds aws-” He paused, clearing his throat and lowering his voice back to normal. “Sounds good.” Stan looked away praying no one heard him.

“Can I have your number, so you can send me your address?” Stanley spit out, already pulling his phone out, holding it, hoping to hear the words “yes”.

To Stan's surprise, Xeno began to quickly scribble out something on a piece of paper and handed it to him without a second thought.

“My number” Xeno said with little to no emotion. Stan reached for the little paper, itching to release the numbers that could connect him and Xeno. He held it gently in his hand, as if he was holding a butterfly, careful not to damage the delicate wings. He opened it and quickly made a contact for him: Xeno.

Stan placed his phone back in his pocket carefully. “I’ll uh wait for you after school by the gate”
Xeno felt a little surprised by this boy's eagerness, he was the first kid to bother with his name. Xeno was weary and rightfully so. Stanley was quite the looker, soft at first but quickly shut down by Stan's rough and intimidating attitude, He thought stan was the typical punk kid. The ones who followed their own rules but no, his attitude was different, cute even. Like a lost dog chasing for their owner.

Class ended with Xeno and Stan not saying much afterwards, just awkward silence that hung heavy. The rest of the school day only took longer this time since Stan was so eager to help Xeno. Wait..? Why was he eager to help him? Why did he feel the need to be near him so suddenly? He doesn't even know him. His body was almost acting on its own, like Xeno was its cure to everything.

The last bell rang, Stan sprung up and without saying bye to Maya who sat confused next to him, booked it out of that class and to the gate. While walking there (more like running) he questioned why he cared so much. He's never cared for anything like this. And why was Xeno affecting him so much? He's had what? maybe two conversations tops with him, and he can't keep that face out of his mind, it plagued him. His smell was intoxicating, forcefully dragging Stan closer to him.

Stan waited at the gate, looking at every student that passed to check for Xeno. He got a few looks and giggles from a few girl students that passed by, whispering amongst each other. But Stan just ignored them, as he had his mind set on something else. Xeno. After a few more moments of waiting Stan saw him, Silver hair peeking through a few taller students.

Stan hurriedly brushed past the students, bumping into a few to get to Xeno.

“Hey” Stan said, finally reaching him, his hands resting on his knees trying to catch his breath.

Xeno turned around hearing the familiar voice from earlier “Hey.”

Stan finally stood up, his breath was still ragged not just from running but from something else..

“So are we still gonna do the um project?”

“Yeah, I have all the supplies we need” Xeno started to walk again, now it was just them and a few others since most had already left. Stan hurried to catch up to him, walking a few steps behind him. His body felt different walking next to Xeno, like he was experiencing everything for the first time again. Stan felt warm, being only cooled down by the breeze that bit through his clothes.

Stanley glanced over at him, watching him walk gracefully, the way his silver strands waved with the wind was mesmerising. Stan wanted to say something, anything to talk to him, just to understand him more, and maybe even be able to understand what about him makes him feel this way.

The walk to Xenos house was short, it was different from where Stanley usually went since it was the nicer neighborhood that was next to his. Lawns were cut, new paint jobs, and respectful neighbors. They walked up to his front porch, Xeno began searching his pocket for his keys and opening the door. Xeno walked and Stanley followed closely in after him, shutting the door behind him.

The house was your average modern suburban home. Everything was clean and neat, decorated for the upcoming holiday Thanksgiving. Stan didn't care for that holiday nor did he ever once celebrate it.

“Follow me Stanley” Xenos voice cut through Stan's thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

“You can call me Stan” Stanley's voice was quiet, cutting through the sterile silence of the home, his stomach was home to hundreds of butterflies, evident in the tone of his voice. He followed after him up the white carpeted stairs, the neat pictures that hung were different from Charlottes. The family looked happy but there wasn't any Xeno, except for a select few. Maybe he didn't like pictures?

Stanley walked down the hall to the only open door that eliminated the end of the hallway, assuming it was Xenos room. He walked in, finding Xeno sitting at his big wooden desk that homed a large computer and hoards of scientific books and papers.

“I found a few websites that give all the info we need” Xeno scrolled through the hordes of information, occasionally scribbling in a piece of paper next to him.

“Oh okay..” Stanley said, walking over to his bed, carefully sitting down trying not to mess the sheets up. Before sitting Stanley caught a familiar smell, it was that same spring smell but only stronger, more thrilling. He moved his gaze to Xeno for a moment then back to the white sheets, his hands tenderly ravished in the softness, and delicate smell.

“Do you need me to do anything?” Stanley's voice cut through the faint sound of typing and scribbling.

Xenos turned to face Stan, his hands stretched upwards, a quiet grunt leaving him.
“I’ve pretty much finished gathering all the information needed”

“Really?” Stan's head leaned slightly in surprise mixed with confusion. “That was fast.”

“It's not rocket science,” Xeno snorted, turning back to his computer. He picked up the notes he wrote, looking for any mistakes or needed information. Once satisfied he got up walking over to Stan, who sat obediently like a puppy waiting for master's command.

“These notes need to be cut, I'll grab a board, scissors and glue.” Xeno set the notes next to him, which had near perfect handwriting. Stan picked up the flimsy paper, holding it like sacred text. Xeno quickly left him, leaving Stam with what little thoughts lingerd that didn't include Xeno.

Xeno quickly busted through the door with supplies in hand. He walked over to his desk placing each item out. Xeno grabbed the scissors he brought and reached out for Stan to grab them.

“Just cut them out in squares neatly if you can,” Xeno muttered, his mind already busy with other things.

Stan grabbed the notes and quickly shot up for the scissors that were held out for him. He took a place next to Xenos desk on the cool wooden floor and began cutting.

“You like Science?” Stan mindlessly said, hinting at the Science posters and messily hung blueprints.

Xeno looked over at Stan from his chair. “Yeah if you couldn't tell.”

Stan looked up at him just as Xeno shot him the smallest smile. He quickly moved his gaze back to the notes he was busy cutting. His heart beat began pounding against his ribs, his body felt a sudden warm wave settle in his skin. That faint smile was only the beginning, or so Stan hoped.

Stanley's thoughts began to vocalize without a second thought. “Science is cool, I mean it's a little confusing.” He paused just a moment to catch his fleeting breath. “Not like I do most of the work.” Stan's short ramble came to a slow stop, the faintest pink dotted his checks.

Xeno let out a breathy chuckle, Stanley was definitely something. This pretty intimidating guy followed him around like a puppy who begged for its owner's attention.

Stan continued despite his embarrassment, drived by Xenos smile and enchanting laugh. “Why’d you move over here?”

“My dad got a job around here” Xeno turned back to his desk staring soullessly into the computer's blaring pixels. Stan noticed that familiar look, that same look that constructed walls meant to guard and protect. Creating a faux skin that separated them from others.

Stanley went back to cutting the notes, Xeno started mapping out the board. The silence hung heavy, not awkward, just a silence of understanding. Stanley shifted slightly, his back now against the desk next to Xeno. He looked up over at him, small strands laid unruly out of his neatly put pompadour.

“Hey, Xeno” Stanley immediately looked away, his clothes feeling suddenly suffocating. He didn't even know what to say next, just knowing that he wanted to talk to the boy.
“Yeah what is it?” Xeno continued with the board paying Stan no mind.

“What's your favorite color?” Stanley finally managed to speak, he stopped cutting and waited for Xenos answer.

Xeno’s hands came to a stop, putting down the marker he was using and spinning slightly to face Stan. His eyes wandered around his room trying to think of what color he did like.

“I think I'd have to choose purple if any, but I do favor most colors. Why?”

Stanley’s gaze moved back to the notes, finally cutting the last few. “Just wondering,” He muttered. Something about the color purple was familiar to him, not quite being able to place exactly why it did.

“I like the color Orange. It reminds me of the sunsets I used to watch when I went camping.”

“Orange? Not a bad color at all. It's similar to your eyes.” Xeno leaned down from his chair to Stanley, his breath almost touching, looking him dead in the eyes, evaluating them. “Now that I got a better look, your eyes are an elegant copper.”

Stan's body froze, suddenly the scissor he held felt heavy, his palms pooling with moisture. His face blooming with the faintest red. Did Xeno just call his eyes pretty? His heart jumped, echoing in his ear, almost audible to the entire world. Xeno’s massive jet-black eyes pierced through him. Looking down into his soul, deciphering everything about Stanley.

Stanley's lips dared to part. “Your eyes are pretty fucking dark.” Stanley let out a weak chuckle, his eyes fell to the wooden floor he sat on, breaking eye contact then locking his eyes with his once more.

Xeno leaned back in his chair, his eyes still dug into him. He let out a snicker, spinning his chair back to his desk. “Boring aren't they?”

Boring? Not to Stanley to him Xeno’s eyes were a black milky ocean Stan wanted to drown in. The same color void the stars called home.

“No..” Stanley's voice was timid, but real. “I dont think so.” He watched Xenos face, looking for any emotion, but Xeno showed none. He just stared back at Stanley emotionless, like he wasn't sure if he could believe him.

After a moment of silence Xeno picked up his marker and continued with the project. “I still think the color is a little plain, could you imagine purple eyes?” Xeno chucked softly, already engrossed into the board as if Stanley wasn't even there.

Stanley let out a quiet laugh, he stood up and stretched his aching arms. “That would be pretty cool” He looked over at a mostly complete board that had drawings of different types of microorganisms that labeled each part of them with a quick description.

“Damn, didn't know you could draw”

“I've learned over the years that I often sketch blueprints for anything I plan on building.”

Stanley placed the neatly cut notes on his desk. The moon made itself present just outside the window. Darkness blanketed the neighborhood, and it silently flowed into the room.

Stan laid sprawled out over Xenos bed face first, secretly breathing in any air that surrounded him like it was his only lifeline. Xeno glued the last few notes on the board, leaning back to stretch his stiff muscles. Xeno looked over at the clock on his desk and it read: 12:32. He looked over his shoulder at Stanley who looked passed out on his bed.

He got up from his seat and walked over to Stanley, whose quiet snooze filled the comfortable silence. He reached out nudging Stanley in the side trying to wake him.

“Stanley” Xeno whispered, but loud enough to wake him.

“What?” Stanley muttered, leaning his head up just enough to see xeno.

“Are you gonna head home?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry I didn't mean to pass out.” He said hoarsely, letting out a yawn.

Xeno glanced over at the window, noting the darkness, then looked back at him.

“You can stay over if you want.”

Stanley leaned up fully, his eyes squinting to adjust to the warm light. Then his eyes widened. Did he hear him right?

“To stay over tonight?” Stanley rubbed his eye, fighting back another yawn. Excitement began to flood his stomach.

“Yeah, if you want, my bed is big enough for two.” Xeno shrugged, his eyes looked just as tired as Stans.

“Oh, yeah sure i’ll stay, my parents don't care” A smile began to show on Stan's face, despite his attempt to hide it. “Does your parents mind?”

“Nah, they won’t care.” Xeno crossed his arms, a yawn crawling its way out. “I have some spare clothes for you, if I can find it” Xeno walks over to his closet, and begins to rummage through it. After a moment of searching he finds just what he was looking for. A plain T-shirt and a pair of black pjs covered in the NASA logo.

“This might fit” Xeno threw the pair of clothes at Stan, who caught it moments before it hit his face.

“They're too big on me.” Xeno walked over to his dresser searching for his own night wear.

“Cute pjs” Stan mumbled as he held them up. They were definitely not his Style but he didn't mind much since it was Xenos, it was weirdly something he never wanted to let go of.
Xeno ignored Stanley, pulling out his silky black pjs. He began taking off some of his clothes and replacing them with the silk Stanley froze, lowering the pants just enough to catch a glimpse of him.

Wait, why was he staring?

He always minded his own in the locker room when other guys were changing but — something about Xeno made his eyes gravitate to the exposed porcelain skin that was quickly hidden by the silk. His eyes remained locked on him, his own soft pjs laid carefully in his lap.

Fuck, he was staring.

Heat spread through his face that brung a color of pink to spread around each corner. He quickly looked away from Xeno, hoping he didn't notice the stare that burned holes through him.
He quickly hopped off the bed to change, gripping the shirt and pjs like it would cool the pooling heat around his face. His fingers gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over him, the cold air immediately shot around his warm scared skin. Sending faint shivers up his body.

His eyes flickered over Xeno for a moment, who was now staring at Stan intently, dressed fully in his own pjs. Stan paused, looking back at him, he gripped the shirt tightly, almost choking the threads. His embarrassment wore off when he felt Xenos gaze fall to the scars that littered his chest and arms, lingering just above the muscles as a reminder. Was he gonna judge him like most people did? Show him pity and empty sympathy that meant nothing?

“You can keep those if you want, unless I gain 30 pounds there yours.” Xeno’s voice sliced through the silence that was filled with understanding and acceptance without having to utter a word.

Stan's heart slowed, tears swelled before drying in a split second. “Thanks.” He managed to say, his voice was quiet, almost inaudible if not for the silence. He looked away from Xeno and continued changing. The clothes hugged his body perfectly. Xeno had left Stanley with his thoughts and numb emotions that had risen to the surface — but this time it didn't hurt, it was now just another part of him that didn't sting this time.

Stanley sat on the edge of the bed processing his thoughts and trying to make sense of them, unconsciously daydreaming of Xeno. Only being pulled out of his trance when Xeno walks back in, shutting the door behind him. Stanley looked over at him, but Xeno was busy scrolling through his phone, probably looking at anything science related. He walked over to the ceiling fan and turned it off, letting the darkness envelope them both. The only remaining light sources were Xenos phone, the faint red numbers on his clock and the moon light that spilled into the room casting soft shadow on anything in its path.

The light from Xenos phone came closer to Stan in the blinding darkness before disappearing. Suddenly the bed shifted from the added weight, Xeno crawled onto the bed and under the sheets. Stanley followed after him, falling into the empty space Xeno left him and joining him under the sheets. They laid facing each other, just faintly able to make Xeno out in the darkness. His silver strands reflected the soft glow of the moonlight just begging for Stanleys touch.

To him, he was able to makeout every minute detail in this moment. The way Xeno’s breathing began to slow, falling into a gentle rhythm. The faint shadow his eyelashes casted on his checks, and the strands of his hair that began to fall into his face. His heart was caught in his throat, begging to be held by him.

“Hey Stanley” Xenos eyes opened, the moonlight being soaked in by the dark void of his eyes.

Stanley closed his eyes quickly, like he was in the act of something illegal. “Yeah, what is it?” He opened his eyes again, acting as if he wasn't just staring the whole time.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Xeno’s voice wasn't filled with pity, it remained neutral, asking just a simple question, as if it wasn't nothing.

“Your scars.” Xeno replied, his eyes moved down as if gesturing to his chest, then meeting back with the wide copper eyes.

“Oh those, it's nothing much really, just a few injuries from camping and sports.” Stanley's voice shivered slightly, like at any moment he could break, something was different being here in this bed with him. Something that made his walls built out of paper instead of concrete. He tried to let out a dismissive chuckle but nothing came out, but a sad excuse for a laugh.

“Sta—”

“Really it's nothing.” Stanley's voice was laced with the faintest harshness. It was a reflex he's learned over the years to protect himself without him even noticing.

Xeno didn't say a word nor did he make a sound, he just shifted closer, letting Stan know he was here.

“Alright, if you do want to talk about it you can, always.” Xeno said quietly in the silence, it lingered in the air and echoed in Stan's ears. His breathing stopped, his body felt cold and numb, trying to suppress earlier memories.

Xeno’s hand reached out slowly at first, letting Stan back away. When he didn't he reached out for his blond bangs that hung unruly in his face. They were soft and the color of the summer sun. He felt his bangs between his fingers, remembering every detail. Trying to show Stanley he was here without even having to know.

Stanley froze, his body wanting to instinctively back away but Xeno.. He was the light that melted the ice around his body, his touch was the last hit that made his walls crumble. His tears pooled and flowed out in a river continuously down his face without a sound. Faint whimpers and sons began to fill the silence that blanketed over them, giving them peace from the outside world.

Xeno continued to run his fingers through the silky strands of blond. Stanley sniffled trying to return back to his usual self and clear up the snot that ran down his face. After a good minute his tears began to empty leaving nothing else to flow, or maybe there was. Just the comfort of Xeno was too great. Xeno was something he needed without even knowing. Just at the first glance he couldn't stop thinking about him, and this may have been why, like his body subconsciously knew Xeno was someone that would become a part of him even if he didn't know it.

“I think I love you” Stanley faintly mouthed in the darkness, unable to be made out, or so he hopes.

Xeno’s hand moved closer to his face, gently wiping off the tears that refused to fall. He didn't say anything—he didn't utter a word. He simply was here without judgement, knowing he didn't need to know what was wrong but he understood he needed to be there and acknowledge it.

“Thanks” Stanley muttered, his voice was hoarse and cracked. His eyes began to fill with the sting of sleep.

He reached for Stanleys hand under the warmth of the sheets, pulling it up between them, intertwining their fingers together, letting their hands connect them. Xeno just closed his eyes without ever giving a response, he knew he didn't need to, actions spoke more than words ever could. Both of them let the trance of sleep take them, falling into the comfort of sleep.

Chapter 2: Sudden Cravings

Summary:

The beaming sun peeked over the window in the early hours, hitting Stanley's eyes. It was an early morning nudge unwelcomed. His eyes fluttered open, awaking to peaceful sounds of cheerful birds and quiet breeze.

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter, but trust I'm writing more 🙏!

The beaming sun peeked over the window in the early hours, hitting Stanley's eyes. It was an early morning nudge unwelcomed. His eyes fluttered open, awaking to peaceful sounds of cheerful birds and quiet breeze. Dazed, for only a moment until the rush of last night's memories hit him like a brick. It was weak, pathetic, pitiful but — freeing. Xeno wasn't supposed to see that side, no one was.

Tears had emptied without question, as if pulled out. He didn't understand, he couldn't. He watched Xeno, taking in the soft details of his face, as if that would give him the answer. No answer came, only empty thoughts flowing in a shell of a body. That didn't matter now, all that meant anything was the boy just inches away.

He squeezed his hand that was still enveloped by Xenos, lavishing in the warmth it brought.

SIlver strands laid unruly around them, Xenos eyebags almost worse with sleep. The moment was fleeting as it blurred, turning into a fond memory. Stanley tried to grip onto consciousness but failed. Hours passed, feeling like seconds in the grip of oblivion. Forcefully, Stanley was pulled out of the numbness as an alarm blared through the now empty room. He reached out feeling the now cold spot next to him.

He grunted as he leaned up, combing through his tangled locks with his fingers. His hand drug down his face stopping above his nose, hoping to catch a scent of Xeno. Fuck, he didnt have a change of cloths. Meaning he'd have to stop by the house first — unless he wanted to wear his dirty clothes and get made fun of by Char and Maya. Xeno walked in, pulling Stanley out of his thoughts. Looking just as good as the day before, wearing nothing but the best. Hair now neatly in place. Drastically different from the mess Stanley saw before he woke.

The aroma of Coffee followed Xeno, who walked over to Stan looking displeased.

“Finally your awake, took forever”

Stanley yawned, looking back at the messy sheets. “I've heard I'm sorta a heavy sleeper.”

He wasn't, in reality he could wake at the slightest noise. Sleeping here was like sleeping for the first time, now he truly knew why people slept. It's not used for an escape from everyday life. It was for letting your body rest and repair itself.

He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the heat it brought. “Do you have a change of clothes?” He eyed Stanley, already assuming he didn't. Doesn't hurt to ask though.

He chuckled, throwing the covers off him. “Nope, i’ll have to stop by my place first. If I'm late then it's whatever.”

Shrugging, he slid off the bed with a thump. His pjs hung low, showing the first ⅓ of his boxers. The shirt came halfway off somehow. He rubbed his tired eyes, crusted with the stains of salt.

“I would ask for you to come with me but wouldn't wanna make you late.” He began to look for wherever he threw his clothes last night.

“It's not an issue.” Xeno replied, watching him as he finished the last of his coffee.

Stanley hurriedly threw the borrowed clothes off, changing into his clothes. He turned towards Xeno, meeting his eyes with the round void. The walk from Xeno’s wasn't long, on foot it was about 10 minutes. The only issue is — where would Xeno wait? No way in hell could he wait inside. Stanley couldn't risk him being seen by his dad. For all he knew he could be drunk, hungover, or dead. Other than outside, the best place was probably his room.

“Well if you're coming we gotta hurry.” Grabbing his bag, he left the room, looking over to make sure Xeno followed behind. Walking out of the room was like walking into a different world. The unnatural deafening silence and still air of the house chilled Stanley. Leaving, he exhaled a breath he subconsciously held. Relieved to feel the piercing breeze chill his skin.

This morning was colder than usual, a frost covered the browning grass. The trees were silent, the neighborhood was different.

“Do you live far from here?” Xeno said as he quickly caught up to Stan.

“Nah not really, maybe a good 10 minute walk.” The cold bitter air froze his warm breath, reminding him of his precious smokes. Now, he didn't feel the need. At Least in this moment, because something about being with Xeno was able to replicate the comforting warmth 100 times better than any cigarette ever could.

It was odd, he didn't even know Xeno that much or for that long. The way he carries himself with such confidence, not shallow like his but something real. He knew he was better than everyone in this place, and that — is truly worthy of his love, and what little he has.

The neat repetitive houses soon began to blur into broken windows and faded brick. Minutes away from Stanley's house. He looked over his shoulder at Xeno as they walked. He looked the same, his face unchanged like nothing bothered him except for the steam of coffee from a black sleek cup.

Stanley raised a brow. “Didn't you just finish your Coffee?”

Xenos looked up from the uneven sidewalk they trekked over, and met his amber eyes. “I usually drink two, why do you want some?”

“Yeah?” He said hesitantly. The warmness immediately soothed Stanley's calloused hands that were attacked by the bitter cold. He didn't care much for coffee, the taste was like burnt water each time he tried it. He watched inky black liquid sloshing around the side with each step. The liquid crawled upwards hoping for freedom, only to be stopped. Steam flowed upwards this time carrying a different scent than anything he's tried.

Without a second thought he placed his lips where Xenos was. Secretly feeling giddy like a schoolgirl from the indirect kiss. A punishing spice began to coat his tongue and mouth. His eyes shot open in shock, coffee sprayed everywhere in seconds. Stanley's arm covered his mouth as he began a coughing fit to remove the overwhelming burning gasoline sensation.

“Is that vodka?” Stanley stopped dead in his tracks and turned to Xeno, who looked at Stanley with genuine surprise.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot I put that in there, I guess it's become a habit.” Xeno shrugged, stopping next to Stanley.

“Every morning… Vodka in your coffee?” Stanley managed to say between his uncontrollably coughs.

Xeno chuckled, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Every morning now that I think about it.” He took back his coffee, holding in laughter. “Keeps me awake during the school days.”

Stanley’s coughing began to settle as they started walking again. “Is it because you already know what they're teaching or what?”

Xeno hid his hand in his pocket, taking a sip of his coffee. “Partially the reason.” He cleared his throat like something was trapped, trying to claw its way out. The vodka numbed his mind for the painstaking days that laid ahead of him. Of Course he already knew the material, he did at every school he’s been to, all the same bullshit worded differently.

This school would suck like the rest, same shitty people and teachers. Except one different variable — Stanley. They say not to judge a book by its cover but most do. Stanley at first glance looks like trouble, someone they warn to stay away from. But to Xenos surprise — he turned shy, timid when he first spoke to him. At his place he was different entirely from what Xeno observed. He's definitely interesting, elegant even.

“Alright, it'll take me a few minutes to change.” Stanley's voice cut through Xenos thoughts, he looked up from his now finished coffee at the house. He started for the door and noticed Stanley walking to the side. Side door maybe?

He followed him through the wild grass that glistened with early morning mist.

“Window?” Xeno asked, stopping just before Stanley, watching him swiftly hop through it with practiced ease. Landing inside with a thud.

“Don't like using the front door.” Stanley replied, already at his dresser changing.

Xeno chuckled and grabbed the window seal in an attempt to pull his leg over — mirroring Stanley's movements. After a few minutes of struggling he was successful, halfway sitting in the window like a king over his people. Sadly his reign didn't last long as a faint breeze nudged his small frame forward and with a loud thud he came crashing down onto the wooden floor.

Stanley paused mid changing his shirt and turned towards the thud, only to be met with Xeno face first into the ground groaning in pain.

“Shit Xe —” Stanley began to erupt in laughter. “Xeno you good?” He said wheezing, only to be met with the most irritated face he's ever seen. “No, no i'm not stanley” Xeno stood up with shaky arms, brushing off invisible dust on his sweater and disheveled pants. The faint blush on Xenos face only fueled Stanley's laughter, reminding Stan of an angry chiwawa.

Xeno looked over at Stanley who was leaning over his dresser holding his stomach dying of laughter. He watched and listened like it was music, it was the first time he can remember hearing something so pure and genuine that wasn't hatred or jealousy.
Before he knew it, he was smiling, then laughing uncontrollably like Stanley, crouching down to the floor to keep from falling.

“Your hair” Stanley lazily pointed at the once neat pompadour now completely flat. Xeno ran his hands through his hair messily putting it back, he didn't care, no. he'd fix it later. All that matters to him now was laughing with him, with Stan. Nothing existed outside except for the still word.

Suddenly Stanley stopped laughing, his eyes glued to the door that hid them from the dangers of outside, a false sense of protection Stanley often bathed in.
“Xeno” Stanley whispered, immediately Xeno got the hint without another word and stopped laughing, keeping his eyes anxiously on the door.

Faint thuds became louder and closer, echoing throughout the room. Stanley knew it was his father just at the sound. His heart sank, the tigness in his throat sudden and unbearable. It was his body's first reaction without second thought. He wouldn't have cared this much if Xeno wasn't here.

Slowly he opened his top draw, careful to prevent any sudden sounds. Stanley dug around his clothes looking for his knife he kept near. wrapping his fingers around the metal handle, ready to kill without question. But to Stanley's relief the footsteps faded into silence. He closed the draw and let out a shaky exhale.

“Let's go.” Stanley muttured, grabbing his bag and jumping out the window.

“Y-yeah” Xeno replied into the quiet empty room. Quickly he got up from the floor and walked towards the window where Stanley waited.

“Need help or you gonna eat shit this time too?” Stanley chuckled, enjoying the grumpy look Xeno shot his way.

“I can do it” Xeno mumbled, successfully hopping out the window next to Stan — which to him and his muscles, was much easier than getting in.
Stanley shook from the chilling cold that seemed to come as the day went on, luckily his jean pockets warmed his frost chilled fingers. “Your hair” Stanley looked over his shoulder at Xeno, hiding a smile. His house began to disappear to Stanley's relief.

“My hair? Did I not fix it right?” Xeno stopped, his hands hurriedly brushing back any silver strands he missed.

“It looks like shit”

“Im fixing it” Xeno eyed Stanley, who began laughing at the strands that stuck up in his once perfectly slicked pompadour. He wanted to say a petty comeback about Stanley's hair, but he couldn't. His blond locks glowed in the early rays of sun with a heavenly aura. Xeno’s tongue was held, unable to say anything insulting. This was new, although he had just met the guy. Stanley was definitely worth observing.

Xeno took his time, meticulously putting each strand in its rightful place.

“Alright let's go” He said with a relieved sigh.

“Finally, I think it's lunch already” Stanley rolled his eyes sarcastically, already walking ahead leaving Xeno behind.

“You wish” Xeno mumbled. “We still have like 20 minutes before school starts.” He let out a sigh, finally catching up to him.

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The School began to appear once they turned the corner. The crowds of students loitered around the campus until the agonizing bell started the day. Stanley scanned the crowds for his friends, easily spotting them since the students often left a gap.

Xeno didn't have friends did he? It didn't matter, because now he's with Stanley. He grabbed the smaller boy's sleeve, guiding him to the tables — away from his friends. Xeno raised an eyebrow, letting himself be forcefully pulled. “Not going to your friends?”
“Do I have to be with them everyday?” Stanley snickers, ignoring the few glances thrown his way.

“No, just I see you with them always, hear there assholes” Xeno sat at the table, adjacent from Stanley.

Stanley chuckled. “I'm sure you already know Luna?”

Xeno’s face visibly cringed for a moment, before turning back to his emotionless expression. “Luna.. I remember that damn girl.” He rested his head in his palm.
“She told me you rejected her, she totally wasn't happy about that.” Stanley's laughter began to grow, imagining the scene of a desperate Luna and a heavily disinterested Xeno.

“Nonstop talking to me the whole hour, asking me every question in the universe and then for my number.” Xeno stared at the metal table in frustration. Watching the hour playback.

“Sounds just like her. She's really nice once you get to know her.”

“I'd rather not..” Xeno felt a warmness, was it the alcohol? No, it felt new — alien. He didn't feel the overwhelming dread and anxiety, he felt peace. Trying to comprehend what a connection to another being feels like. He stopped thinking, allowing himself to remember the sensation. He watched the blond talk, allowing himself to feel contemptment — interrupted only by the bell.

“Fucking Humanities” Stanley groaned, forcing himself to get up.

“Got something against that class?” They started walking, following the crowd into the draining hallways.

“Not really it's just boring, I do not care about learning ancient art techniques or whatever else.”

“It's interesting?” Xeno interrupted, running his hair over his pompadour once more.

“Maybe” Stanley shrugged, suddenly this morning felt different. He looked around the hallways noticing the heavy stares thrown his way, shivers left his spine. Suddenly he became hyper aware of Xeno, the students — himself. The cold stares were met with Stanleys signature burning stare that screamed “fuck off.”

Ignoring the whispers that echoed in the hallway they made it to the classroom with students looking just as dead as the rest. The whispers and looks vanished, most the students in here were background people to Stanley, likely thinking the same about him. Stanley found his seat, his legs feeling heavy, his body cold despite the warm air.

The teacher walked in, doing her usual routine to start the day. A few students came in late getting the scolding Stanley was all too familiar with. The hour continued, the teacher talked but Stanley didn't listen, his mind occupied by his restless body. His hands shook whether from the anxiety or withdrawal he didn't know, nor care — just wanting it to stop. His knee hit his desk in intervals from the shaking.

“Stanley?” Xeno whispered, barely audible by Stanley's loud thoughts.

“Huh? Need something?” Stanley turned to him, trying to hide his restless body.

“Are you alright? You're shaking.”

“It's just withdrawals.” Stanley moved his gaze towards his desk, oddly feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Likely because he thought Xeno would judge him, or be disappointed. That thought quickly fell as in reality — it felt right to be able to tell someone without hiding something.

“I think” He mumbled.

Xeno leaned down, digging into his bag. “I Have gum if you want any, It might help.” He reached out to Stanley holding a white rectangle between his index and pointer. “It's Strawberry flavored.”

Stanley reached across his desk, his fingers purposely gracing Xeno’s fingers in a lousy attempt at contact. “Thanks.” He muttered, trying to hide a smile that showed the warmness beginning to spread. It felt like a sun had grown, melting the harsh weather to allow flowers to bloom and mature.

The strawberry taste was sweet — sweeter coming from Xeno. Immediately it felt quiet, still. Everything still felt like a blur but one spot that shined, dragging his attention without fail. The cravings vanished only for another one to flourish, cured only with the presence of Xeno.

The bell rang, bringing everything into focus in an instant. Chairs screeched, zippers and rustling paper followed. Stanley forced his heavy body and excited heart to pack his things. Despite his dread for the school day.

“What's your next hour?” Stanley watched Xeno take his sweet time, occasionally blowing pink bubbles as he waited.

“Math, which is the class I have your dear friend in Luna.”

Stanley chuckled on their way out remembering the story. “Maybe she'll lay off you today.” Xeno shrugged, cracking a small smile. Although it was annoying, Stanley made it funny.

Stanley stopped abruptly in the busy hallways, interrupting the unofficial highway rules. “Well I gotta go, got English.” Xeno waved and walked on, blending into the crowd seamlessly. Stanley's legs sought to move forward, to continue to savor the warmth.

Chapter 3: Constant battles

Summary:

Betraying his body he went on his way, his gaze locked to the shiny tiles worn with time. Surrounding noise dulled into static, thoughts of Xeno echoed in his mind. Maybe one day they could be best friend or — “Fuck I gotta piss.”

Notes:

Poor Stanley cant catch a break 🙏❤️‍🩹 Srry for grammer mistakes!

Betraying his body he went on his way, his gaze locked to the shiny tiles worn with time. Surrounding noise dulled into static, thoughts of Xeno echoed in his mind. Maybe one day they could be best friend or — “Fuck I gotta piss.”

Oddly, he couldn't remember the last time he did use the bathroom. Neglecting his needs just to use the extra time to think of Xeno. That was an easy fix though, a quick stop for a piss.

The bathroom was empty, a nice moment of peace and silence before the hectic school day continued. Stanley walked over to one of the urinals, the only one not covered in drawings of dicks or… past political symbols. He let out a relieved sigh, surprised with himself for letting him go without the bathroom for so long. It never was a problem.

“Hey Stannie!”

“What?” Stanley heard the familiar sounding words echo throughout the “Empty” Bathroom. He looked over his shoulder at the voice. His eyes met with big bright brown eyes.

“What the fuck.” He muttered, at this point should he even be surprised. He tried to stop the stream and zip his pants but neglecting his bladder for so long, it flowed freely ignoring his command.

“The girls bathroom dont have a mirror” Charlotte said continuing her makeup, Luna doing so beside her. “Also were you this morning? Looked for you.”

“Oh this morning.” His skin began to heat, a red hue following it. “Had to come early and finish a paper.”

“No you weren't, where were you.?”

“Xeno” He replied without thinking, silence followed. All but the loud stream heard.

“Xeno?” Luna capped her lipstick turning to him. Staring daggers into his back unintentionally. “What were you doing with him?” Luna put her makeup back in its pink fluffy bag and walked closer to Stanley.

“Why does it matter? We just live nearby and we just happened to walk to school together.”

Charlotte turned to him, leaning against the sink. “You sure you're not like friends with him? I mean, it's not like that's bad or anything, I just wanna know.”

“Uh yeah me too.” Stanley wanted to combust, an approaching pissed Luna mid piss. And Charlotte interrogating the shit out of him. Luna seemed like she wanted to know for different reasons. Though he was sure she hated him.

Creak.

The bathroom door swings open, in walks Xeno — just perfect fucking timing.

Xeno looks up and stops mid step. Three pairs of eyes practically burned every inch of him. Stanley’s red face, Luna's pissed expression, now softening. Charlotte's confused look. It was as if he was a raw piece of meat walking into a cage of three hungry lions. The tension was almost visible.

What the hell did he just walk into? This was the boys bathroom wasn't it? Of Course he would never mistake something as simple as that. Walking into a scene like this would probably result in getting devoured. Xeno simply turned around, not waiting for as much as a question.

All three stood stunned, frozen in shock. The topic of discussion just walked in then immediately left. Luna and Charlotte looked at eachother, saying “That was Xeno right?” without uttering a word.

Luna quickly fled, following after him. Stanley glanced over at Charlotte who looked just as confused. “I think she's head over heels.” Charlotte watched the door slowly close. She sat on the counter enjoying the confrontation. The school was boring and Drama was slow, so this was a breath of fresh air. It wasn't anything serious, just fun — For her anyways.

Stanley forced his bladder to empty, quickly zipping his pants, he turned to Charlotte. Sporting a beat red face. “Does she actually like him? I thought she was just messing with him.” He tried to hide the urgency in his voice. But alas, just like everything else his body ignored him.

Charlotte raised a brow, trying to hide her growing smirk. “Got a big fat crush on Luna? I get it, she's pretty and all.”

“No” Stanley walked over to the sinks and sat atop next to her, trying to bury his flushed face in his hands.

“So you're really friends with him huh?” He removed his hands and looked up at her. It was Charlotte, she knew almost everything about him. She could know this at least .

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I already knew, I heard a few things from some people already. I gave them an earful about talking about you, them fuckesr —” She paused, exhaling her breath before she got angry. “Just wanted to see your pretty red face” She giggled, slapping him hard on his back.

Stanley hid his face again, but not the laughter he couldn't stop. “Yeah thanks” He said sarcastically, but deep down he did appreciate it.

The bell rang, echoing in the empty halls. Doors busted open, kids flowing out. “The hours over already?”

“Guess so, I didn't even go to class.” Charlotte shrugged.

“Neither did I.” Their heads turned to the door, hoping to see Luna. Back from her attempt to catch Xeno. Instead, in walked two guys. Stanley didn't talk much to them, but he could tell those guys weren't a fan.

“What are two ladies doing in the boys bathroom?” One of the boys asked. walking over to Charlotte he leaned against the counter between them, facing her.

Charlotte's face turned into immediate disgust. “Why don't you go take a shit and leave us alone.”

The guy's hands raised in mock defense, the other guy went to the stall to smoke. “Damn what's got you in such a pissy mood Char.”

“When I see an asshole I get a little pissed, natural response.”

“Oh, is that true?” He snickered, motioning to Stanley. “What about this prick?”

“You tryna get your ass beat?” Stanley hopped off the counter, closing the space between them.

“By some little sissy girl? I’d like to see you try Stanley.” The guy turned to face him. Clearly unshaken from his threat.

Stanley's grinning smile was the last thing he saw. One punch to his face knocked him back against the stall door, slowly sliding to the floor. Blood trickled down his nose, staining his T-shirt.

“Pussy” Stanley muttered rubbing his stinging knuckles. The adrenaline coursed through his body, allowing him to feel something.. Other than nothing. The bathroom door opened but quickly shut. Stanley was up for another fight. Anyone who was brave enough to say anything to his face, was brave enough to fight him. So it's better they left.

The other guy busted open the stall door, instead of going to his friends defense he rolled his eyes. Groaning “Not again.” and lifted him up. Wrapping his arm around his shoulder and left.

“Jesus Stanley, could’ve just told him to fuck off.” Charlotte chuckled, really she didn't care. Even a little happy that asshole got laid out. And in one punch? Pathetic.

Stanley was grinny like a boy in a candy store. “That asshole? He deserved that shit. Plus he was bothering you.”

“My knight came to my rescue, thanks Stannie!” She said teasingly, hiding her own grin.

“See ya later Char” Stan muttered, waving a hand bye. Trying to leave and get away from her teasing. “Wait, don't go, I was just joking!” Charlotte yelled, but her voice was quickly cut off and muffled by the closing door.

He mixed in with the crowds. Just walking. Not to a particular hour like he should. No, he needed something in particular. A glimpse, a smell — of Xeno. He still felt the adrenaline high, but it was limited on how much shame, anxiety and embarrassment it could overpower. Because soon it would crash down on him, likely worse.

His search was futile. Xeno was weirdly hard to find. The only thing that would stand out is his unique white hair. His fingers rubbed together, imagining the alluring white locks in his hand. Maybe it smells just like his cologne, or better. He'd have to find out later.

His daydream came to a short end as those same white locks came visible. Just ahead in the hallway, next to his locker. Stanley pushed past the students in a hurry, not carrying for being gentle. Soon he was standing proud and tall next to him. “Xeno!” Stan's arms itched to hug him, engulf his body, pressing every inch against him.

“Stanley?” Xeno replied. Closing his locker, now face to face with him. “Yeah, I was looking for you. But you're kinda hard to find.” He slowed his words so they didn't jumble together from excitement. If people had tails, Stans would fly off.

Xeno glanced down at the blond's hand, the knuckles clearly red and irritated. “Looks like you've been busy.”

He quickly hid his hand behind his back, glancing away from reemerging shame."Oh it's nothing really.”

“Is that right?” He laughed, clearly not buying it.

“No” He admitted without thinking. Suddenly his mind lost any filter, anything flowed verbatim.

Xeno reached for Stanley's hand, bringing it closer to his face. “Looks like some bruising, hopefully you didn't fracture it.” His eyes were glued to Xeno, his hand didn't matter just him and his touch. He subtly leaned closer, like his cologne pulled him in. Inhaling everything he could while Xeno was busy inspecting his hand.

Was this what angles felt like? Who knew they had white hair.

“Hey Stanley.” A shy approaching voice turned his attention to the three girls walking over. Underclassmen, great. These girls always finding a chance to talk to him, despite how many times he ignores them.

Xeno lets go of his hand and gazes over to the three shorter girls. “So um, there is like this party at my house this weekend.”

“Oh really? I’ll have to go.” Stanley gave her a smile and agreed hoping that would be enough to get her to leave. The brunette next to her turned to Xeno, looking him up and down. “I haven't seen you around.”

“He's new” Stanley quickly replied, his smile falling. It's fine if they bothered him but not Xeno.

“Well, you’re pretty cute” One of the girl's hands flew to her mouth to silence her. “If you want you can come.” Another replied before disappearing into the hallway.

What the hell. That girl just checked out Xeno, inspecting him and his body. Others shouldn't be allowed. They don't deserve something as sacred as that.

Xeno slowly turned to Stan. “Are you going?” His face unchanged, as if that interaction never happened.

“Yeah I guess. Not like I have anything planned. Might as well get shitfaced.” He shrugged. Watching Xeno’s reaction closely, he just got called cute by some dumbass girl. Luckily it looks like he didn't care.

“I'll go with you then, I'm gonna need some extra alcohol for an experiment anyways.”

“Really!?” Stan's eyes lit up, it's like a date! Yeah that's it. An unofficial date. Now the party won't be as boring as he thought. Might as well tag his friends along to make the place a true party. And yeah the cops may get called like the last few times. That's the fun in it.

“I’ll have to find out the exact time. She lives close so we can walk there whenever.”

Xeno smirked, he didn't care for parties. Maybe this time he could let go and get ‘shitfaced’ as Stan says. “You’ve been there before?”

God he could just kiss that smirk away. “For a party once a while ago. It ended quick cause of the cops.”

“Sounds like such a blast” Xeno replied sarcastically, this will likely end before it starts due to Stan and his troublesome friends. He could possibly ask Stan to grab a few bottles before it does.

“What were you and Luna discussing?” Xeno laughed, remembering Stanley's beat red face.

“Other than pestering me, they just wanted to know where I was.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to suppress the redness. He totally forgot he saw that. Definitely not his proudest moments.

“They seemed pretty pissed. Especially Luna.”

“She left after you did. Did she ever catch up to you?”

“Yeah she did, that girl can run surprisingly”

Fuck Luna still wont stop bothering him. Once she likes someone she can really latch un tell they either date her or tell her to fuck off. “What did she say?” His eyebrows furrowed. His copper eyes looked at him worriedly for any sign of reciprocation.

“She was just talking to me, nonstop. I told her to leave me alone. That girl did eventually.”

“Let me know if she doesn't stop, I'll talk to her.”

“It's fine, I'll tell her myself later. Bye Stan.” Xeno waved him bye, disappearing into the winding halls.

“Yeah.. bye” Stanley slowly raised his hand and shook it. Gone too soon.

Notes:

Im excited for the party! There is gonnna be soo much stuff. After it I'll do Xeno's pov😁

Chapter 4: Music, Drinks, Confessions

Summary:

“Ready for the party tonight Stan?” Carlos tried to hide his excitement, but failed as he was practically vibrating in the seat next to him.
“I assume both you guys are going?” Stanley leaned up from his desk, wiping off the drool that trickled down carelessly.

Notes:

My heart was beating while writing this😭I totally felt Stanleys anxiety.

“Ready for the party tonight Stan?” Carlos tried to hide his excitement, but failed as he was practically vibrating in the seat next to him. 

“I assume both you guys are going?” Stanley leaned up from his desk, wiping off the drool that trickled down carelessly. 

“Hell yeah!” Max practically yelled across the room. He wasn't gonna let being moved by the clearly underpaid teacher stop him. But it did, quickly earning him a discussion with the teacher outside in the hall. 

Stanley laughed along with the class. Max was always considered the class clown and rightfully so. Funny, ignorant, and carless. Just the type of people Xeno should stay away from. Stanley couldn’t help feel overjoyed, despite the spiking anxiety. He always did have fun at parties. He wasn't notorious for being the life of the party — or quick end for no reason. 

His leg couldn't stop shaking, what if he got hurt? Alcohol poisoning? He’ll have to make it a priority to keep an eye on him at all times. 

“You alright? You seem.. kinda anxious.” Carlos leaned over, lowering his voice that showed genuine concern.

“I'm fine, it's just. Feel a little sick.” He smiled, hoping the lie wasn't too obvious. Was his anxiety so noticeable? If anything, others always said his emotions were hard to read. So why now.. 

“Luna has some Tylenol if you start to feel really sick. it could’ve been something you ate at lunch. God knows that shit sucks.” He leaned back in his seat, keeping a wary eye on him. Hopefully he bought it. Even if not, Stanley wasn't doing anything wrong. Worrying about a precious friend is only normal. 

“Yeah.. it’s always been pretty trash..” His emotionless reply got Carlos off his back. Without warning, vision drifted off. The static blur distorted into Xeno, luring the calm emotions to boil. 

The bell had rung, signaling the long anticipated end. Stanley bolted from his seat to hurry to Xeno's locker, ignoring anyone’s attempt at chatter. Almost every passing period he’s seen him grab a book or notebook. So Stanley knew without fail he’d see him. Or if not he’d drag him from his classroom. 

“See you later Stanley” A girl waved from the crowd of students. flashing her best smile in a sad attempt at seducing him. 

“Mhm” His smile faltered as soon as she disappeared. Leaning back against Xeno’s locker he waited, his patience growing thin. 

“What are you doing here?” Xenos' soft voice cut through the voices. Stanley happily moved off his locker so he could open it.

“Waiting for you remember. Party!” Stanley’s voice sounded as if anxiety and dread never existed, only ignorance and excitement. 

“Ah yes, the party. That's all I’ve been hearing about. I can’t imagine it being any more than a lame get  together filled with awkwardness and regret. Hopefully There’s at least enough alcohol to grab. I'm running low.” 

Stan leaned back on the vacant locker next to him. “I don’t know what party you've been to, prissy boy” He hid back his laughter, enjoying the menacing side eye Xeno gladly gave him.  “here they can get a little wild. Also how much alcohol are you drinking? Might need to dial it down a bit Xe.” 

With the shut of his locker they were off, treading through the now mostly empty hallways. Usually filled with students staying for sports or extracurriculars. Today that was interrupted by the shared excitement and anticipation of tonight. 

“What am I supposed to expect of your people at this ridiculous party?” The late chilling breeze of November welcomed the boys, happy to course through them. 

Stanley waved bye to a few friends before they eventually faded into nothing. All that lay visible was the long cracked sidewalk and Xeno. 

“Not sure if that’s an insult” Stanley raised a brow. The more days spent with Xeno, the more his ‘opinionated’ side shined proudly. One part that proves his worth over others. One Stanley can’t get enough. 

“Take it as you will” Xeno smirked. Shielding his hands from the cold with his warm breath that danced around them like smoke. 

“You cold?” Stanley looked over, he knew. He just wanted a ‘I told you so’ moment. 

“Obviously Snyder, it’s my fault, forgot my sweater” He shivered, a pink hue coloring his button nose. 

“Want my hoodie? I don’t get cold that easily.” In one swift motion he wiggled out of his hoodie. Happily offering it to Xeno before he even uttered an answer.

“Thanks.” he reached out and grabbed the offered gift and slid it on. The black oversized hoodie engulfed his small frame. It mirrored the classic act of a boyfriend giving their girlfriend their hoodie. At least to Stanley and the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Smells like smoke Stan.” He groaned, ready to go on an hour rant about how smoking kills, one Stans all too familiar with. 

“Yeah, yeah it kills, I get it.” Those words were all heard dozens of times by teachers, other students, even a few of his friends. Who are they to suddenly care about something as minuscule as that. 

“Guess I can’t say much, I’m teetering on the edge of being an alcoholic.” He laughed, putting the hood up to shield his cold bitten ears. 

“Still, you shouldn’t smoke.” Xeno added, his playful tone now serious.

“You shouldn’t be drinking” Stanley quickly snapped back. Nudging his shoulder, pushing Xeno off of his calculated set walk line. Earning him an angry grumble. 

—

“Xeno you look good in that sweater, just pick one already.” Stanley flopped back on Xenos bed, the frustration evident in his voice. The dizzying amount of sweaters moments away from giving a tired Stan nightmares. 

“Stupid party or not I must look elegant no matter the place.” Xeno carefully stepped around the multitude of sweaters thrown across his floor. He held out a dark purple sweater, perfect for the chilly weather.  “What about this one?” 

He looked down towards the sweater, held high like a newborn. “Looks perfect.” He tried putting enthusiasm into his words, but to no avail it was straight up sarcasm. this much thought into outfits, especially to a small town party was likely to get drowned in throw up. The outfit did look good though, better than usual. 

“Despite your tone, I think it looks quite nice.” With one last look over the sweater he slid it on. Running his fingers through his hair to settle any strays. “Ready to go? I’m sure it's almost time.” 

“Yeah” He hopped off the bed and fell in place behind Xeno, who led him into the thrilling cold air. 

“How long are you planning on staying? Cause I mean, I’ll stay as long as you do.” The warm air blew into his cupped hands before dancing upwards. 

Xeno looked over at him, his hands buried in his slacks. “Not sure really, might just stay to get drunk then leave. That also depends on how long the party lasts and whatever immature things people do. 

“It’s really not that bad, they usually just destroy the hou —” Stanley trailed off, because yeah. It did kinda get that bad at most local house parties. As long as He watched over Xeno it won't be an issue. 

“If the worst comes to worst, we can just grab their alcohol and avoid their mess. And yes Stanley, that does sound pretty bad.” 

Stanley looked away. He knew it was, but he didn't want to admit most if not all had been caused by him too. He's no innocent bystander. “I know that.”

_

The loud roar of music became known in the distance. Cars lined the street, people laughed and gathered as they walked to the house. Most people Stanley recognized from school, others might just be plus ones. 

“Seems like a lot of peo —” Stanley was interrupted by a faint tug at his hoodie. Gazing his copper eyes downwards to Xeno’s fingers curling into the fabric. Is this an attempt at trying to get his attention?. He looked over at Xeno’s face but it remained unchanged except for the faint blush on his cheeks. It wasn't him trying to get Stanley's attention. This was an attempt at soothing his Nerves. 

Without thinking Stanley moved closer, gripping the cuff of his sleeve loosely. His body wanted to prolong his touch as long as he could. To give Xeno the comfort he’s seeking. To show him he understands without saying so. As long as Xeno was close, he was safe — Stanley was safe. 

The vibrations of the music was felt through the porous concrete. People sat outside in groups already reeking of alcohol. The party already looked like the beginnings of a disaster. Instinctively  he grabbed Xeno’s wrist, preparing himself to enter into the unknown chaos.

The house was stuffy and crowded. The wooden floor sticky with various small objects littered across. The inside dark except for the purple LEDs that lined the walls. Music vibrated beneath them, people danced and stood around awkwardly. Stanley led the way to the Kitchen, keeping his grip gentle but firm. 

Stanley reached for a bottle that was surrounded by other various alcohol. “Stanley there you are!” Brody’s voice boasted over the music clear as day. Wrapping an arm around Stanley causing him to jump and almost drop the bottle. 

“Dammit Brody, scared the shit out of me.” Stanley turned around, laughing freely. 

“Better change them pantie’s boy” Brody laughed, turning his gaze over to Xeno, who leaned back against the table.  “Oh it's the infamous Xeno. Heard lots about you, I'm Brody.” 

“From Luna I presume?” Xeno responded, flashing Brody a casual smile. 

“Definitely her and some others. You're quite the talk.” Brody crossed his arms, his signature toothy smile never faltering. 

Xeno reached for his own bottle, not bothering with mixers. “Am I? Couldn't tell you why.” He took a swig, getting both surprised looks from Brody and Stanley. 

“Looks like I got another friend on the roster.” Brody laughed, grabbing Xeno by his wrist and leading him to the living room. “Cmon Stan.” 

Stanley rolled his eyes, taking a swig from his bottle and hurriedly putting it down to follow after them. Hopefully Brody wasn't leading them into the usual party events. 

To Stanley's relief it was only a game — Truth or dare. People made a clearing and sat in a semi oval circle. They scooted over making space for the three, Stanley sure to sit next to Xeno. The circle included a few people from Xeno’s and Stanleys classes along Stanleys group. 

“Hey Stanley, finally made it. Almost thought you wouldn't come” Charlotte said on the other side. 

“Wouldn't miss it for the world” Stanley leaned back, holding himself with his hands. 

Everyone quieted and turned to Max. “Alright you guys already know, If you pussy out then you take a shot.” He held up a bottle. A shot glass sitting near him. “I’ll go first and whoever can go after.” Max looked around at the multitude of people to choose from. Thinking of something that could either embarrass or be painful. 

His eyes stopped on Max who sat directly across from him. Shivers ran up Carlos as they made eye contact. Max was ruthless and unforgiving. “Carlos!” He jumped, like a king sentenced his death. 

“I dare you to pants someone.” 

“What!? Pants someone. I'll get my ass beat for that.” 

“That is if you get caught, unless.” he drawled out teasingly, looking at the shot glass between his fingers. 

“Fine” Carlos grumbled, and stood up. Leaving the circle to find his victim. 

Heads turned to the entryway Carlos left from. A loud “HEY!” Rang through the house. Carlos bolted into the living room out of breath and found his seat. “I– I Did it.” 

Everyone simmered in laughter, even Xeno let out a quiet chuckle that only Stanley seemed to focus on. 

Brody interrupted the laughter and looked over Xeno to meet Stanley’s eyes, which were surprised and rightfully nervous just like Carlos. “Stanley, Truth or dare.” All eyes turned to him, Stanley looked away from everybody. The spotlight always did make him nervous. 

“Dare I guess.” Stanley leaned up, hands intertwined in his lap. “Go easy on me this time, not looking to get arrested.” Stanley cocked his head, it may have sounded like a joke but it wasn't.

“I guess I’ve been pretty harsh the past few times, so maybe.” 

“Wait!” Charlotte leaned forward. A beaming sparkle in her eye’s worrying Stan. “I have the perfect.. Dare. You don't mind, do you?” 

“Nope, not at all.” Brody crossed his arms, letting Charlotte take the lead. 

She stood up from her seat and began to walk over to Stanley. Reaching into her pocket she brought out a familiar object and held it between her fingers like a weapon for all to see. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she took a seat in front of him. This was a sight most if not all wanted to see. 

“Really? Makeup.” Stanley groaned, trying to ignore the eyes on the both of them. Especially the 2 voids that started just as intently as the others. 

“Hurry and get it over with” 

“Don't worry Stannie, it's just lipstick and mascara” Charlotte gripped his hair and cocked his head back for better access to his eyelashes. She paused before starting, turning over her shoulder to Max. “You guys can keep playing, it's gonna take a minute.” 

The game continued behind them, a few glanced over to see the process and hopes to catch a glimpse of Stanley. 

“Why did you even bring makeup?” Stanley grumbled, letting Charlotte move his head as needed. 

“Stanley, you should know by now that girl’s often bring makeup to touch up. Or is your skull too thick?” 

“Well I often don't think about makeup so how was I supposed to know?” 

Charlotte let go of his scalp and grabbed the lipstick. “You're too damn stubborn to refuse a dare so I got you out of it. If anything I should be hearing ‘Thank you queen Char you're the best!” Charlotte said in her best Stanley voice. “Now part your lips and quit your complain.” The familiar buttery wax made landing on his lips — such a grounding feeling amongst the party. 

Stanley raised his hands to touch it, but was quickly smacked away by Charlotte’s hand. “Don't touch it, you'll smear it.” She reprimanded. 

“Ow” Stanley said sarcastically with a grin. “You're lucky I'm done, I might've just drawn a big fat dick on your face with purple lipstick.” Charlotte smacked his forehead with her palm and grabbed her makeup and returned to her seat. 

Her leaving was the curtains opening for everyone — Stanley being the main display. Stanley's long eyelashes elongated, darker and more noticeable. The bright bold purple resting across his lips. Such a look that brought out every feature he tried to hide. 

“Looking gorgeous Stanley!” Luna whistled.  

“Didn’t know you had a sister” Max chuckled, neither meant it as an insult, although Stanley may have taken that way, he knew deep down they were trying to tease him as friends do. 

Stanley looked down at the wooden floor, in hopes it would hide his face. A name being called grabbed his attention bringing him back to the present. This time it was Carlos who put the light on Luna. 

“Luna, I dare you..” Carlos looked around the room for any sign or object that might give him just the perfect dare. His eyes singled on a silver haired boy — now he has one.

“To kiss Xeno.” 

Everyone turned to Xeno, whose eyes were just as wide as Stanley’s. 

“W-what? Seriously. Can’t you pick something else.” Luna leaned forward trying to veto his dare. Even if she secretly, well not so secretly did want to kiss him. 

“That’s kinda far don't you think?” Stanley interrupted their squabble. 

“It's just a kiss, and it's not like she can't back out.” Carlos shrugged. 

Just a kiss? No way in Hell is she getting to kiss him. But if she agrees what could he do?

Xeno glanced over to Stanley whose vision was narrowed on Luna then back to Carlos. “Pick a different one, it's not happening.” Xeno interrupted, finally silencing their little argument. 

“Can he do that?” Carlos turned to Max. 

“Uh, I guess.” Max shrugged, despite being the gamemaster, he was just as clueless as the rest. “Both just take a shot.” 

The game continued on, people taking shots and dares getting messier and messier each round. 

Stanley gripped Xeno’s shoulder to help him get up without falling face first. “Need piss, ima be back.” Xeno nodded and off a wobbly intoxicated Stanley went. Now his number one goal was to locate the bathroom. He vaguely remembers from the last party but his mind was static and everything in his sight melting and gathering back together.

“Looking for something?” A girl's voice called to him. Stanley squinted trying to puzzle the shapes back together. Revealing the owner of this party. “Oh hey, thanks for the invite.” He slurred, leaning flush against a wall to ground himself. 

“Anytime” She smiled. 

“Also I am, I need to piss.” 

“It's just up the stai–” She watched Stanley's movements, clearly heavily intoxicated. “Probably better I just take you there.” She took a sip of her drink and led Stanley. 

“You look good with makeup” 

“Makeup?” Stanley raised his hands to his lips, swiping his thumb across his lips to find the creamy purple. “Oh I guess I am wearing makeup. Cool” 

“See ya later.” 

“Bye” He opened the bathroom, pausing as two were already occupying it. Busy sucking each others face on the counter. 

“Get the hell out I gotta piss.” Stanley commanded, his slurred voice turning firm. Without hesitation the underclassmen quickly left, leaving Stanley to relieve himself. The Muffled music giving him a shred of peace in the wavy blurry world. 

With his bladder empty Stanley walked to the Kitchen for some more drinks. Pouring himself something a little lighter. 

“Hey sweetheart” 

“Sweetheart?” 

Yeah, haven't seen you around. You go to our school?” A boy approached, one Stanley hasn't had the opportunity to talk to until now. 

“I do go there actually” Stanley took a sip, trying to ignore the approaching pest.

Stanley almost leaped out of his skin at the hand sliding down his back. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He grabbed his arm, pushing the dude away from him. “Dont fucking touch me.” 

“What a bitch” The guy muttered under his breath as he caught his footing. 

Stanley threw the half empty solo cup on the ground, flipping the guy off before heading back to the living room. 

Fucking creep, who just goes up to someone and touches them like that? Now he’ll have to keep an even closer eye on Xeno. 

With heavy lidded eyes, stinging from the vibrant purple rays, he was welcomed back. 

He sat down with a sigh, finally the swirling became less. But something was different. And majorly so, he just couldn't place what it was exactly. 

He turned to Xeno, beginning to speak but nothing came out. Nothing was there, his spot was empty. He turned to whoever would answer. “Xeno, where is he, where did he go.” 

“Xeno? Him? I think he went looking for you. But I  couldn't tell you to be honest. He just mumbled something and Left.”  Brody replied to his plea.

Fuuck where the hell would Xeno even go? He should've just stayed there. Why is he so fucking hard to find. 

Stanley got up as soon as he sat down, immediately on the hunt for Xeno. He pushed past people, hollering his name against the buzz of the party. He ran to the door, poking his head outside scanning the people but finding no sign of him. 

“Xeno!” He yelled, almost tripping as he ran up the stairs. He stared down the hallway that elongated and shortened. The doors multiplying, each varying in shape. Dragging his heavy feet, he opened each door. Occasionally finding people in the rooms, but to him they were just skin colored blobs that weren't worth even apologizing for the intrusion. 

The stuffy air was almost physical, like a sludge he had to power through. The beating music against his skull only added more frustration to his search. 

What if Xeno left without him? Is he mad that he left him alone? But.. He knew he'd be right back.  

Stanley turned to the bathroom door that swung open. A random girl emerged instead of the silver heard boy Stanley was hoping for. 

His eyes scanned the doors until they lingered on one at the very end. A sliver of light escaped through the crack, showing salvation in the poisoning purple glow. Did I check that one already?

With one last shred of hope, Stanley forced his body to push the door open. 

His eyes shot wide, immediately his body was paralyzed. He couldn't move, he couldn't talk. His heart beat against him, overpowering the atrocious music. His purple covered lips twitched. 

“Xeno?” Was all that came out. his body was stuck in this trance, forced to watch — unable to react.

This.. girl straddled Xeno, her hands slithering up his sweater, exposing his porcelain skin. Xeno’s face was flushed, eyes lidded and glossed over. But he wasn't looking at her, it's like she wasn't even there. 

Stanley finally forced the weights on his legs to move, to do anything but stand there. His hands shook as they grabbed her arm, pulling her off him effortlessly. He didn't hurt her, nor yell. Just made sure she left — immediately. 

He closed the door behind her, letting out a shaky exhale that often came with tears. It could've been the alcohol or the situation making his emotions intensified. His body felt soft, tenderized, unable to use any muscle or thinking to cover them. 

“Xeno” He whispered against the still silence. All thoughts trickled away as he approached him. Everything was nothing, except for Xeno. He rested his near on the bed, dipping under his weight. Leaning over to Xeno he wrapped his arms around him, tears threatening to fall. 

“Stanley” Xeno’s faint voice now muffled by Stanley's hoodie against him. He returned the action and wrapped his arms around Stanley, pulling him closer. 

“I– Was scared, I couldn't find you. I know — I'm being dramatic and stupid but.” He paused sucking his snot back up. “I love you man” Stanley gripped him tighter, burying his face into his shoulder. Nothing existed for him other than Xeno, no filter, no lies. Just pure truth. 

“I love you” He whispered into his neck again. This time saying it for himself — for confirmation and understanding the gravity of his words. 

“You looked extraordinarily beautiful tonight Stanley, even I was surprised.” Xeno slid his hands under the blonds hoodie, gripping at the warm undershirt he wore. Stanley leaned up, and wiped away the trails of tears. Other than the slight smudge his makeup was perfectly intact thanks to Charlotte's waterproof makeup. 

Hovering over him, he stared into his eyes. Losing himself into the stars beginning to form in his eyes. The blond gripped his jaw, his index finger wiping away a singular tear that dared to fall. He couldn't help it, this time his body needed it. The butterflies, and warm sun rays within him leaking out through Stanley's smile. 

He leaned in closing the inches, pressing his purple painted lips against plush pink lips. The rays beamed from his limbs, butterflies fizzled away. This was everything, and anything. It was a wave that suffocated the fire and embers embedded beneath him.  He moved fully on top of Xeno, his knee between his partly spread legs. His hand gently pins Xeno’s wrist to the bed. 

Xeno pressed his body against him, subconsciously searching for more. His tongue pressed against Stanley's lips, asking for entrance. With a pleased groan Stanley parted his lips for Xeno. Pushing his own tongue inwards. This was as close as being one he could get — to feel, taste, smell, Xeno. His mind was practically buzzing with overwhelming excitement. 

He leaned back, catching his breath. “wanna leave?”

Notes:

Hope it was awesome sauce👍

Notes:

I planned on having the story go a completely different way. But I got an idea of having Stan just get absolutely obsessed over Xeno and so I changed it. So the start of the fic might be a different tone then towards the end. There is just like so much I have planned 😈 for them.