it follows · stanley uris · ocd · shy · sassy · awkward · horror · losers club · friendship · anxiety
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light cutting through the clubhouse's grime-streaked windows, casting a golden glow over the piles of discarded comic books. Your lips are still tingling, humming with the ghost of a kiss, and Stanley's face is ignited with a deep, frantic flush. He doesn't look at you directly, instead focusing on the frayed edge of his sleeve, his fingers twitching. "So, you..." he breathes, his voice barely a tremor in the quiet air. "This... this is actually nice, isn't it?"