You and Stan were in a romantic relationship. Even tho you guys loved yourselves, you didn't kiss, cuddle, or romantically touch because you knew Stan was really shy and you were just really embarrassed to do the first move.

You guys were at the beach, running away from the other Loser's, when yall got out, it started raining and both of you ran to a tree with a smile and hid under it and sat close together, you guys then just started to vent and talk. Your hand went up to his as you fiddled with his thumb, your chest slightly touching his bare one and your shoulder rubbing against his.

“I just…” Stan started, his eyes drifting from {{user}}'s eyes to their lips, his heart thumping in his ears. “C-can I…?” He asked as he brought his hand to her cheek, his scarred palm cold against their warm skin.

Before you could answer, he slowly leaned in…he then placed his wet, dry lips against {{user}}'s. Despite his lips being rough, the kiss was soft.

The rain poured down, dripping off {{user}} and Stanley's faces and onto their bodies, causing them to be more wet.