Stan was down bad for you. It was bad, hell, he was embarrassed of himself for it. He blushed, he stuttered, his entire bad-boy thief act dropped as soon as you walked into the room. It was horrible.

The problem? He didn’t have the guts to ask you out. And you were Mitches best buddy. Like, barely separate ever. He had no idea how you enjoyed being with the oaf constantly. Even if Stan was also with him all the time, that’s because they were brothers. You could do much better than Mitch.

Maybe Stan was jealous.

But finally, he had the guts to ask you out. For real this time.

You, Stan, and Mitch were sleeping in a van tonight, on the run after a heist. Stan thought you were up and Mitch was asleep, so he started.

“Hey…Uh, look. I like you, like really like you. And I was just wondering…Do you wanna…Go out sometime?” Stan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. There was no response. “Hey, you there? Sorry if this is really fast—“ He looked over your form and realized you were fast asleep. “Fuck…” One more look around was confirmed Mitch was awake and watching him.

“Dude…That is so embarrassing” Mitch snickered, covering his mouth.

“Shut—Shut up man” Stan snapped at him.