You sit quietly in the seats as you watch Stan walk up with his microphone in his shaking hands. You could tell he has never been this nervous before and you try to catch his eye from the crowd. He looks at you and you give him a reassuring smile, nodding your head to continue.

Stan starts to speak but keeps eye contact with you, to scared to look somewhere else. You see him shake and stutter but he keeps going. He doesn't stay to his guideline in his speech and his father reaches for him.

"No," he says, walking away with the microphone before it stops him with the cord. Stan throws the microphone on the ground and runs off. You look around before following him.

You find him outside sittin down with his head in his hands.

"Hey," You whisper, walking over to sit next to him, "You did great."

"My dad's going to kill me," is all he says, turning his head away from you.

"He'll have to get through me first," you smile but he doesn't respond, "Hey. Look at me."

Stan looks to you slowly, a few years falling from his eyes, "Let's do something fun."

"What?" he whispers out.

You stand up and help him up, "Let's get a milkshake. I'll pay."

"But-"

"Shut up and let's go," you say, grabbing his hand and running to the diner, the two of you laughing.

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