Chapter 8: "Seventeen Stan" (II).

Kai

"Woah! The house is big! How come I can give this to you?" Stan directed, walking into the house ahead of me. I watch him admire the interior of the house - looking at everywhere to really believe that he gave me this house.

"Yeah... you were loaded, so it's really no question at all," I responded, my eyes still bore into his figure as he turns around to watch me with his 'wonderment' face again. "I'm rich? How that happened?" He asked again. With these many questions, I feel like I can't answer them all... It doesn't feel right to me.

But nonetheless, I did, to make him feel happy. "Things happened... but just know that you did something. That's all... now you can take the bed, while I'll sleep at my office," I mentioned, pointing towards the bedroom which the door creaks a little.

Stan slumped his shoulder, another frown came upon his face as he wanted something else. "Can't we sleep together? What's the harm in that?" He appealed, going up against me and giving me his puppy eyes. I tried not to fall for his tricks and continue to glare at him until he gets my permanent answer. We can't sleep together... I'm not... I'm not going through that stage of feeling again.

"I take that as a 'no' then," He flinched, stepping away from me once he realized I wasn't up for any sleeping together or some 'slumber party' sleeping. Why can't he just understand?

"Now stop with the baloney... Just go take a shower, and I'll bring you some clothes that you can change into," I instructed, walking away from him to enter the bedroom while he just stands there pouting like a small dog who had been grounded from playing out in the mud.

Entering the bedroom, my hands went to open some drawers to look for some clothes for the seventeen-year-old boy to wear. His body seems to be my size but that was just when he was that age... the present Stan is nowhere near my size and when I wore his clothes, I would look like a girl wearing a dress.

As I finally found some clothes he could wear, my instinct takes over my body immediately and throws the clothes right into him. Which then hits him in the face with a soft thud. "Now... go take a shower. I'm gonna use it as well after," I uttered as I turn around to face him. The clothes slip down gracefully onto his hands, revealing a smirk on his strong face that I had come to know so well.

"Then why don't we shower together? It would easier and faster that way," He murmured seductively as if it would make me feel anything. Although yes... I was intrigued, but I can't let myself consider that way towards him. "Stop that! Just go take a shower and be quick. Take the toothbrush from the drawers as well," I turn to the side, closing my eyes tightly as I tried not to look at him while I said that. My body was telling me that using that tone towards him was rude but it just... it just that I...

"Kay... I'm going then," He returned, walking away from me and into the shower. Once I saw that he was gone, I plop myself onto the soft bed and breathe more calmly after what it seemed like a rollercoaster ride day. If only we didn't break up... then maybe I could feel that way again towards Seventeen Stan. Seeing him like that just reminds me back to the days we started dating... how it felt such a dream.

I couldn't even dare to touch him... nor be close to him.

Being as I laid there feeling exhausted and tired more than just from working at the office, my ears twitch when I heard my phone singing the melody of a calling towards me. What was it now? Can I just have a break? Though, I had a full one-month break, why am I even- never mind... I spent my break crying and not sleeping.

"Hello? Yeah, Charlie?" I answered the call, pinching the bridge of my nose while I get up to seat properly.

"Where are you? I texted you the spot already, come on and get here fast,"

I sighed. "Oh right... the hang out...,"

"Dude, did you seriously forget about our hangout?! Hurry up, man," Said the man on the phone as he tried not to get mad at me for being this miserable. Hey... I wasn't that miserable. I'm trying to not be miserable...

"I- I can't go," I replied, earning a groan from him. "Why?! I'm waiting for you here,"

"I just can't, Charlie. Something came up last minute and I need to attend that first," I reasoned, playing with the end of my shirt. "Huh? Are you moping around again? I swear, Kai... if you don't get out,"

"I'm not! I just-,"

Suddenly the bathroom door that connects to the bedroom opens, revealing a wet, naked Stan. "Kai! Where's the towel?" said the raven-haired teenage boy loud enough for Charlie to hear, and I almost curse at him for being so loud. I told Charlie that we broke up... now... what am I supposed to say?

"Is that Stan I hear? Are you two getting back at it again?"

I cringed. "God no! It's not like that!"

"Aw... you two are so sweet... I wish me and Ryan were like that," said Charlie, but I ignored him as I focused on the teenage boy whose body is wet and was so revealing in front of me. Shit. "Just stay right there! I'll bring you after this," I yelled back with my hands covering my phone to muffle any sound from going across the phone.

He then leaves to go continue shower while I just sat there covering my face as it heated up with a red shade. It had me thinking back and forth about his body and I mentally scolded myself for thinking of that towards a seventeen-year-old boy. Taking a deep breath, I went back to the call to finish what I started and try to make it as comfortable as I could.

"A- Anyway, I can't go,"

Charlie giggled, his laughter went all over my head. "It's alright! I knew you two would eventually come together. Maybe next time then! I'm hanging up!" He shouted before ending the call that I dread to remember. That bastard... he was going to pay for this.

I went up to take a spare towel from the drawer and strut immediately into the bathroom without having to care if he was naked. The jerk needs to get what he gets. Thus, I entered the bathroom to have him turning to me with a smile but all I could muster was my temper.

"Thanks a lot for your unwanted help, you bastard!" I snapped as I smack his body with the towel. "H-hey!!"

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After that whole showering fiasco, we had dinner eating some fried chicken. Stan decided that he wanted some fried chicken and with how he had no money and being seventeen... I had to be the one putting out the money for it for taking out.

Now, we were eating at the table opposite of each other while I talked with him about what had happened today. I needed to know how I would get him back to his time frame.

"You really sure feel relaxed about all of this?" I claimed, watching him as he munched another chicken drumstick.

"Hmm? Well... what should I feel then?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I exhale a breath. "Aren't you curious? To what your present self is doing? To what he looks like... all that stuff," I prompted, starting up questions that would lead him to be inquisitive.

He shrugged. "Nah... it will be much easier if I don't know much,"

"Why?" I inquired.

"Well... mainly because if I do know about it then I'll start overthinking what I'm doing right now... and if I do, I may not be what I have become in the future," He answered simply, eating his chicken with a gulp as he swallowed the meat.

But even so, I, myself started becoming curious. "What if you can't go back? What would you do then?" The boy stopped eating, staring at me with his lips puckered to the side.

"I haven't thought about that one...," He began then tapping his finger on the table. "But if it were to be so... then you'll take care of me!"

Take care of him? What am I? A caretaker?

"Fuck no...," I reprimanded, rolling my eyes to that thought. Instantly, he leans forward, eyes wide when he heard me say that. "Why?!"

I bit my bottom lip, looking anywhere but him. "You're seventeen, and I'm twenty-five. There's a huge eight years gap between us,"

"But that's not a solid reason! Look at us, it had been eight years, and we made it this far. Age is just number!" He conflicted with his dark brown orbs wide, and they light up with sparkles from the knowledge of us being together for so long.

"We're just made for each other. I know that!" Those sentence made me blushed suddenly. He knows we made for each other. When did he even come up with that? Since he saw me when he's fifteen? This young man doesn't even know what he's doing being all this flirtatious and I had to cover up my face from being seen red.

"Why are you hiding your face?"

"S-shut up!" I countered, getting up from the table and went off to get to my office and began my sleeping hours. I needed time to sleep, and I wasn't gonna stay up late accompanying him eating his fried chickens.

Another moment with his constant remarks about our relationship ceases to make die slowly and slowly from being constipated with our memories and I didn't want that to happen. He wanted me to move on. Then why isn't he moving on?

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