stanley pov:

the opening of my circus goes off beautifully, as i see my family in the audience. fiddleford joins my family and leaves before the show ends. i shrug it off.

next thing i know we are sitting in a restaurant my dad looks proud of me and my mother if fawning over bill. his hair up in a messy bun, a burnt yellow shirt, and sparkly black pants, a gold ring on his ring finger.

a waiter grabs me from the table for a phone call.

its a bar across town, they need someone to come get fiddleford and the only thing he gave them was my name and the restaurant.

i head back to the table and grab my coat and keys, apologizing for having to leave early.

i arrive at the bar and i can see fiddleford through the window, laying across a table. i walk into the bar and he grins at me his face red.

"come on fidd, lets get you home." i say pulling him to his feet. i thank the bartender for calling me and keeping an eye on fiddleford.

i get him into the car and he pinches my butt before i shut the car door. the drive home is mostly quiet with fiddleford staring at me the whole way.

i get him onto our living room and he tries to get me to dance with him. i shake him off and sit him down with a pbj sandwich and a glass of water.

"i dont know how much you drank, so put some food into your stomach." i say heading into his room to get him something to change into.

i find a pair of pj pants and deem it good enough, shutting the drawer i look up and see him watching me from the doorway.

"you should put these on." i say handing him the clothes and he starts undressing infront of me. i sigh and head to the living room and find the sandwich untouched but the water half gone.

i hear stumbling behind me and turn to see fiddleford pulling up his pj pants after nearly falling on his face.

"jesus fidd, be careful." i say as he continues to stumble over to me. "yer pretty sweet..." he says slowly stumbling over his words worse than his feet. i can smell the alcohol on his breath as he leans in.

i back away and he pouts. "what i dont get a kiss goodnight?" he questions looking hurt. i spin him around and guide him to his bed.

"no you are drunk fidd. you dont know what you want, and i wont put you in that position." i say as i take his glasses and put them on his dresser.

he hiccups. "want ta come sleep with me then?" he slurs a slopy smirk on his face. i sigh as i look him in the eyes and cross my arms. "no." he pouts at my firm answer. "look fidd it might be different if you could think straight, but you can barely walk." i say as i watch him flop down in his bed.

i leave his room and turn off the light.

fiddleford pov:

i wake my head pounding, my mouth dry. memories of the night before slowly drifting in. i sit up and run a hand over my face.

i make my way to the kitchen, i see stan making breakfast. "oh your finally up, hows the hangover?" he asks keeping his voice quiet.

"it feels like im not gonna drink so heavily again." i mumble and he chuckles.

"come on sit down at the table i made biscuits, gravy will be done in a moment. in the meantime theres water and Tylenol waiting for you on the table." he says motioning me to sit.

"t-thank you." i say caught off guard. he shrugs and brings over tow plates and sits down with me.

we eat in silence.

later that evening_

"were you serious last night?" stan asks looking at me from his spot on the couch. "do you want a kiss still?" he asks moving closer. my face grows hot. "w-well i-" i stammer half nodding. he puts his hands on my shoulder and turns my to face him. "do you want to kiss me fidd, i want you to be sure. i dont want to mess with your head." he says his face serious.

"i want to." i quietly admit and his eyes soften. his lips brush against mine gently. i move closer to him and his arm slips round my back, as he pulls me in kissing me deeper. i kiss him back as im pulled onto his lap.

now sitting on his lap he breaks the kiss. "you taste sweet." he mumbles a smile on his face.