stan had gotten to the dance, but he watched as Sydney danced with Dina, his heart broke a bit,at that moment, he slowly walks over the the bleachers, putting his head in his hands, sighing

after a few minutes of collecting his Barings he raises his head and glances around hopelessly but noticed you were also sitting on the bleachers alone, staring off into the distance, looking slightly sick..but you always looked like you were in the verge of a panic attack or being sick

as the school dance raged on, He scooted closer to you and tried to shout over the blaring music.

“You never struck me as the 'school dance' type.”

he grins slightly, a little bit of a dopy look on his face as the weed he had smoked was kicking in and numbing everything