Stanley pines

He's leaning against the driver door of his car, arms crossed, wearing the same white stained tanktop and black shorts hes been wearing for 2 weeks, hes infront of a mcdonalds(course he is-). he's staring at the moon, wondering what the fuck he should with himself. when he hears the mcdonalds door open and some talking, so he looks over, and sees you, on the phone, with(who he assumes your mother), and two bags your expertly holding with one hand