Chapter Twelve:
Stan and Primrose's Perfect Little Ecospheres
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"I don't wanna go in there." Stanley sighed, looking towards his darkened house. The memory caused a dull, aching pain to spread throughout his eye.

"Then don't." Primrose said simply, stretching her arms in front of her and pressing them against the dashboard.

He turned his head to look at her, knitting his eyebrows together. "What?"

Primrose pulled her coin out of her pocket, mindlessly flipping it as she dreamily gazed at him. "Don't go in there if you don't want to."

"Then what am I-" Stanley cut himself off, "Late night adventures? Now? Are you sure? I-I mean, not that I don't want to! I so do, but.. But, uh, it's cold, won't you get cold?"

"Memories don't wait for the right time, my handsome Stanley. They just happen." Primrose grinned, catching the coin in her hand. "Don't you agree?"

Stanley blinked slowly, a grin forming on his face. "I'm so in."

Primrose cheered quietly as he pushed on the gas pedal, driving forward. The radio played Sam Smith quietly as the sound of the wind blowing around the car filling Primrose's ears. Stanley glanced over at her, his breath catching in his throat. The moon light illuminated features, highlighting the sparkle in her eyes that she always seemed to have. "S-So.. Uh, what-what's on.. on tonight's agenda?"

Stanley cursed himself for the amount of times he stumbled over his words as he tore his eyes from Primrose's face. She grinned, pulling her eyes from the trees flying by from the window to look at him.

"I want to make an ecosphere, we could both make one and then send each other pictures of the progress!" Primrose gasped, her eyes lighting up. "I think it would be really beautiful to wake up and look into a jar.. and just see an entire little world. Thriving all alone.. What do you think the earth was like before us? Before what came before us? The night sky must have been extraordinarily beautiful."

Stanley's lips parted as he turned his attention to the dreamy girl momentarily, "Per-Perfect.."

She grinned, leaning on the window to look up at the stars as she imagined all of the endless possibilities the universe held for her. "I had a dream last night. You were in it."

"I-I.. I was?" Stanley's heart skipped a beat as he looked over at her.

Primrose nodded, "Yes. We were on another adventure.. except this time.. it was different."

Primrose smiled at the memory of the dream, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. She focused her eyes on the stars above, "Do you think stars look down at us, and.. do you think stars cry for us when we die? I'd like to think that they do. What do you think happens? Happens after we die, I mean.. I like to think we go somewhere.. somewhere beautiful.. But I want to be a star when I die.."

"You'd be the brightest star." Stanley smiled, nervously tapping his finger against the steering wheel.

The fallen leaves of the forest crunched under Primrose and Stanley's feet as they approached the creek behind her house. Stanley held a flashlight, shining the light along their path. "You uh, you sure that your dad isn't gonna freak out when he sees my car in your driveway?"

Primrose shook her head, "He won't. He might not be home before you leave, anyway."

Stanley nodded, looking around at the forest surrounding him. He let a comfortable silence fall over them, not bothering to ask what they needed. Primrose's hair bounced back and forth as she skipped through the forest, inhaling the scent of nature with her arms out. She suddenly stopped as they reached a clearing, turning her gaze up to the stars. A gentle smile played agaisnt her lips as she took in the beauty.

"Oh, my handsome Stanley.. when you're with someone, do you ever just.. stop and realize.. that these are the moments that we're gonna tell our kids about? The memories, the moments in time that we're gonna think about late at night wondering how time passed so quickly.."

"O-Our?" Stanley stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red as he watched her grin slowly fade into a bittersweet smile. "Like-Like our our or... just our?"

Primrose paused, spinning on her heel and turning to face him. "Only time and Aphrodite will tell, my handsome Stanley."

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Primrose tapped her pencil against her chin as she read over the test questions, the constant tick tock, tick tock, tick tock of the clock slowly beginning to lure her into a daydream.

"Hey! Hey!" Stanley whispered harshly from beside her, looking back at Sydney, who looked mildy unimpressed with him. "I need to talk to you!"

"Eyes on your tests, no talking!" The teacher slowly raised his magazine in front of his face. Stanley glanced over at Primrose, the corner of his lips turning into a smile as he returned his eyes to the paper in front of him.

"Hey. How's it hangin'?" The sound of the teacher's voice caused Primrose to look up. She knitted her eyebrows together in confusion when she saw the man looming over Bradley's desk.

"It's hangin'.." The boy answered awkwardly, gulping. "And, uh, how are you today, sir?"

The man hummed, pulling the tests from both Bradley and Dina's desks.

"I-I didn't do anything wrong.." Bradley said, furrowing his eyebrows together and shaking his head.

"You wanna try that again?" He cut Bradley's sentence off.

"We-Well, you see.. My-My ankle's been swollen.." Bradley stammered out, "And these pain meds I'm on, they make it hard for me to focus and I was-"

"Detention, after school. Both of you." The teacher said, narrowing his eyes at both Dina and Bradley. "And you'll receive failing grades on the test."

"Seriously?" Sydney snapped.

"Excuse me?" The entire class turned to look back at her.

"Dina's been studying this for weeks! Now Brad cheats off her and she has to fail the test? I mean, that is such bullshit!" Sydney raised her voice, slamming her fist down on the desk.

"You can take that language straight to detention." He pointed out the door. "Anyone else?"

Stanley suddenly stood up, gulping as he made eye contact with the teacher. He glanced down at Primrose as he swiped his hand across his desk, knocking the books to the ground. "Uh.. m-motherfucker!"

"Okay, fine. Detention for you, too, Mr. Barber." Stanley nodded, sliding into his chair.

"Are we done yet?" The teacher dared.

Primrose inhaled sharply, standing from her seat, causing the teacher to scoff and roll his eyes. In a swift movement, she was standing on her desk with her arms crossed. 

"I hope Ares and Hades and Hera tag team your ass and kick you.. right in your old man face!" Primrose said, pointing at him and stomping her foot on the desk. "And I hope a Glorbanog eats your fucking head off!"

"I don't get paid enough for this." The teacher muttered, dragging his hand across his face. "Detention for you, too, Miss Wilder."

Primrose nodded in satisfaction, slowly stepping down from the desk with the help of Stanley.

"I didn't mean any of that." She whispered to him with a wink.

Stanley shook his head with a grin, "Yeah.. Yeah, I know."

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{ A/n: this felt,,,, not good,,, so,,, i am: sorry }

{ Edited: No }