𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣 ||Stanley Barber x reader

bad dreams

-dinas house-

"Soo.. you and Stan are besties now?"
"Oh my god is THE Dina jealous of Stanley Barber"
"Yessss you cracked me! I cry myself to sleep" Dina immitates a sob "ok but seriously.. we've just reunited and it seems like you're always busy" she pouts
"I know im sorry.. between you and Brad and you and Sydney, Stan is just kinda i dunno- we have classes together and he seemed to be the odd one out sorta so it was easy to click"
"yea im sorry... i get that our lives have been in different places.. i just miss my best friend-"
"isnt Syd ur best friend now?"
I wasnt jealous of Sydney.
"Y/n- she is my best friend but so are you.. we havent lived by each other for 4 years.. im sure you had a new best friend in California too"
I didnt.
"yea yea i know im just messing with you.. im tired though, nite"

i was wide awake in my head with my thoughts on full speed. Why was it so awkward..? I thought about bringing up the kiss but ive only known stan for a week.. i didnt even think id ever be a girl like that. one thats outgoing enough to have the balls that is. What did it even mean? Like does he.. are we??? And since i dont know what would Dina think? uughhsddhdn

"y/n, are you awake?" Dina snaps me out of my trance
"mmm" i groan pretending i was almost asleep
"Do you wanna go to a party next week? we can have a girls day and get ready then go at night... please"
"mmokay"

i didnt want to but anyone could feel the tension between us and i didnt go 4 years longing for my best friend to give her up when we come back together.. plus this might be a chance for us all to get closer

-4:31 am-

"Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU OKAY??" I shot my head up
"Ah what Dina??" i rub my eyes
"you were sleep talking, very, very loudly saying "Stan dont go" then you started flopping around did you have a bad dream?"

I've been having bad dreams ever since my dad died. I never told anyone nor did i think i sleep talked... fuck. The dream started off good. Stan, me, making out on his bed listening to Bloodwitch. Everything felt so real and as soon as clothing items began to slip off, the man appeared again. I dont know who he is or what he wants but he visits me at least 3 times a week.

"shit my bad im sorry yea" she expects me to tell her what the dream was about, i can see it on her face "uh stan was driving me and he swerved and hit a tree and he left me in the dark"
"oh ok, are you good though?"
"yes i am i apologize again but can we go back to sleep now"