Chapter Seventeen:
"You're My Muse, Stan."
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"Okay, okay, it's this way!" Felicity said, pulling Stan along with her.

"I know, Licity." Stan laughed, "You've taken me here before."

"Right, right, right." Felicity shook her head, turning to look back at him.

"Duck." Stan said, raising his hand to block out the late morning sun.

Felicity gasped, "Really? Where? Where's th- Ow.."

She winced as the branch hit her in the face. "Ouchies.." Her hand flew to cover her eye as she squinted to try and numb the pain. "Why didn't you warn me?"

"I said duck!" Stan laughed, pulling her hand away from her eye. "You're fine, you big baby."

"I'm not a baby." Felicity whined, "Maybe I should stab you in the eye with a branch. See how you like it."

"I'd rather you not do that, thanks." Stan shook his head, pulling his hands away and stuffing them into his pockets. "So.."

"I might do it." Felicity shrugged, "If you were better at warning people then this wouldn't have happened."

"If you were better at listening to people then this wouldn't have happened." Stan countered.

"Original." Felicity rolled her eyes, yanking the boy along harshly.

"Ow." Stan whined as he tripped over a branch.

"Now you know how my eye feels, darling."

Stan shook his head, letting the silence fall over them until they arrived at their spot.

"I want you in that tree." Felicity pointed up to the tree with her pen. "Please."

"Already? I mean, It's a bit early, don't you think?" Stan winked, "But if you insist-"

"What? N-No.. No! No-Not.. Not like that, you pervy Jew!" Felicity blushed, knocking him on the head with her sketchbook.

Stan laughed, "Sorry, Licity. I had to."

"Whatever. Just please get your ass in the tree."

Stan complied with a sigh, climbing up the tree until he sat on the lowest branch. He adjusted himself until his back was pressed against the trunk and one leg hung off the branch. His left arm rested against his stomach and the right arm hung off the edge.

"Good!" Felicity sat crisscross on the ground, "Now don't move."

"I'll try not to. But this isn't comfortable."

"I'll try to go fast then." Felicity hummed, "But seriously, don't move."

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"Stan! Stop moving, I need to get these lines dow-" Felicity whined, "Stan.. Stop it."

The late afternoon sun provided a warm glow to wash over the landscape. Stan held his hand up to block the sun from his eyes as he watched Felicity quickly wave her hand over the paper.

Her hand was moving so fast that it didn't even look like she was putting anything on the paper, but the lines he was barely able to see indicated that she was.

"I'm sorry! It's uncomfortable." Stan adjusted himself on the tree branch again. "I feel like I'm gonna fall off and die."

"At least I'd catch you. Unlike you would to me." Felicity grinned, sticking her tongue out as she continued to shade the picture. "Remember last time?"

"I-I.. Hey! I said sorry!" He defended, raising his hands. "It was an accident!"

"I almost broke my wrist, Stan. My left wrist, then I'd be screwed and you'd be dead." Felicity shook her head, "Because you moved too fast and knocked me out of that tree." Felicity looked up at him and pointing on the branch he sat on, smiling to herself. The summer breeze gently blew his curls out of his face.

"Why would I be dead?" Stan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Murder." She said casually, "Of the first degree

"O-Oh.. right." Stan gulped as she smiled brightly at him. "C-cool."

"So be more careful, okay?" Felicity glanced up at him, "Good."

In the distance, the waves crashed against the shore, providing a sense of tranquility to fall over the two despite the looming horrors waiting for them.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't be in the tree in the first place." Stan shrugged, "Don't know, just a thought."

"Well, maybe you should move slower." Felicity rolled her eyes, "Don't know, just a thought."

"Maybe you should sketch faster." Stan whined. "My butt hurts!"

"You can't rush art, darlin'." Felicity looked back down at the sketch book in her lap. "And I'm almost done, so calm down you big baby."

Stan groaned and pulled at his khakis, "Better not have gotten my pants dirty."

"I can make your pants dirty, if you want." Felicity flirted, the corner of her lips turning up in a smirk. "Just a suggestion."

Stan's face reddened as he stumbled over his words. "I-I.. Uh, I-"

Felicity giggled as she finished shading the drawing of Stan. "Okay, and... I'm done!"

Stan nodded, slowly and carefully maneuvering himself out of the tree. "Can I see?"

The blonde nodded, standing up and handing Stan the sketchbook. His lips parted and his eyes filled with warmth as he looked up at her. "This is really, really good, Licity."

Felicity blushed, taking the book fron his hands and awkwardly looking down at it. "Thanks, Stan.. but it's just art."

"You are art." Stan mumbled, stepping closer to her. Felicity brushed her hair out of her eyes as she glanced up at him.

"And you're my muse, Stan." Felicity replied, a smile adorning her features. Her heart skipped a beat when Stan took her hand into his. He gave it three squeezes as his eyes trailed her face. Felicity didn't miss the brief glance he made down to her lips.

Felicity's eyes fluttered shut as she felt his soft lips against hers. Her free arm wrapped around his neck and his hand kept a tight grip on hers.

When he broke from her, a sense of panic filled his eyes. "I-"

"You kissed me.." Felicity's lips tingled as she let her arm fall from around his neck.

"I-I did, yeah, uh, sorry. I know we've only been dating for, what, for a week? But you just looked really pretty so I had to." Stan shrugged, looking away, "Sorry about that."

"Do it again."

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{ A/n: hi yes i have so many drafts send help and just to clarify. this was a flashback. also fuCK stelicity said vintage couple rights }

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