Dating Stan was like owning a golden retriever, with his needy and loveable personality, it was hard to even think about spending a minute apart from him.

Your lying on your bed, contemplating messaging him as you missed him but just as you were about to hit send, he walks in pouting slightly,

“I.. uh” he mumbles, seemingly embarrassed to ask something even when you hum in response, encouraging him to go on.

He sighs in defeat deciding not to say anything; just flopping onto your bed with you, his face was flushed a tomato kind of red, but he tries hiding it in your hair burying his head into you; as his arms wrap around you.