I decided to introduce you to my work ethics. But just, nobody is there to help so I end up doing it the Stan way.
Warnings: Cursing.
Ages: 15.
Note: I'm nearly fully trilingual, lacking in English and Swedish. So some shit might be wrong. (These pickup lines are in my textbook and I had to.) But I used my Swedish skills to make it English.
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Stan's POV.

What did this start with? The fact I have shaky hands.

What is it right now? Me questioning if I'm able to live with how stupid I am.

So that's all that is going through my head as I throw my Swedish book across the room.

"You have to catch up! There will only be one class in a week next year!"

I actually scream, crying.

"Stan?" Kenny asks.

I shake my head and take my book, scanning the words. 7 hours, I should be up in an hour. 7 goddamn hours AND I'M STILL AS BAD!

"STAN!"

I start to cry harder, hitting my head on the bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I can ask you the words."

I sigh and give him the book. He smiles.

"What's stan?"

"A city."

"Landet?"

I shake my head.

"Oh okay. Skådespelare?"

"I'm going to fail!"

"No you're not. Skräckfilm?"

I SHOULD KNOW THIS! I SHOULD! FUCK!"

"Let's just look at the next part... to avoid this."

I nod.

"Read it again soon."

"Ben?"

"Fuck, I don't even know English now. Leg?"

"Good. Mörk?"

"Skip."

"Kort? C'mon, you should know this."

"Short?"

"Yes!"

"I have those pretty well."

"Mörk is dark by the way."

"Oh thanks."

He turns the page.

"Lycklig?"

"ARG FUCK!"

"Sh... it isn't serious. På natten?"

"In something, no, at something..... arg. I don't know shit."

"At what?"

"No, Ken, please, I was just crying over this."

"Look outside."

I look out the window, it's night—OOH BOY."

"At night?"

He claps.

"Thanks," I mutter.

"Can you say it Swedish?"

"Tack?"

"För all del!"

I smile.

"Var lugn, Stan."

I nod.

"Jag älskar dig."

What did he say?

"But now, you need to sleep. I swear to God, Stan, you shouldn't overwork yourself, not for something like Swe—."

"I can't now! I'll forget everything!"

He sighs.

"Tänka?"

I sigh and feel the tears come out again.

"Hey.... what do you _____ about this?"

"Think?"

"So tänka is?"

"Think?"

"PERFECT!"

I smile.

"Kritikern?"

"Critical?"

"Of a person, yes."

I smile.

"Thanks."

"You're really smart."

I blush.

"Thank you."

"Skoja?"

"I don't know."

"We _____ a lot, especially while drunk."

"Joke around?"

"So Skoja is?"

"Joke around?"

"Beautiful! Arg?"

"Wait that's a word?"

"Arg is a word, yeah."

"Angry?"

"You're getting good!"

"Thanks!"

"Skådespelare?"

"I don't know."

"My favourite _____ is in this new movie—."

"ACTOR!"

"Great! Politiker?"

"Politician?"

"Great! Now next is a sentence."

"Okay!"

"Du ser ut som min blivande pojkvän."

I blush a little.

"You _____________ boyfriend."

"C'mon."

"Ser is look.... ut.... LOOK LIKE!"

"Great!"

"You look like my..... I don't know."

"In the _____, I wanna be an author."

"FUTURE. You look like my future boyfriend—where is it?"

"Around the thing, I just took a look and thought it was a good one to test you with."

"Can you do an another one?"

"Okay then. This is kinda one sentence you certainly know and second one isn't really easy."

"C'mon."

"Jag heter Kenny, men du kan kalla mig älskling."

"Men is but.... but you can call me darling?"

"Oh holy shit, I didn't expect that to be so easy."

"Next one please!"

"Jag måste bara prata med dig— jag är svag för sötsaker."'

"I had to talk to you..... I am ____ for _____."

"I'm ____ at the knees sometimes."

"Weak?"

"Yup, the first word."

"I am weak for....."

"This really doesn't work in English."

"Sweets? Or candy? Some kind of sugary thing nonetheless."

"Yeah. I have two more."

"Okay then."

"du behöver inte falla för mig, men du kan val i alla fall snubbla lite."

"You don't.... have to fall for me but you can choose to trip a bit?"

"Close enough."

"Oh okay."

"Next one is a classic."

"That's okay I guess... that seems easier to get."

"Du är säkert trott i benen—du har sprungit runt mitt huvud hela dagen."

"Your legs must be tired—you've ran through my mind all day."

"That good."

I laugh and smile at him.

"Thanks, Ken."

He blushes, closing the book.

"Last word. Skräckfilm?"

"I don't—," I say.

I yawn.

"Film?"

"Movie."

"What's a scary one called?"

"Horror?"

"Combine."

"Horror movie?"

"Perfect!"

I smile even brighter.

"Really, thank you, I could never get all that by myself."

He laughs.

"You did well enough. We share a language family with Sweden. But Finland, Estonia and such? I just feel bad, their languages are completely different in every-single-way you can think of."

I laugh.

"Maybe I have a good start."

He smiles even brighter, looking at me.

"You're so perfect."

I blush.

"W-what was that?"

He realises what he said, jumping a little.

"I-I..."

I can't help sort of feeling my heart go up in flames. It's the feeling I get when my puking is coming... but I can control it now.

"You're pretty nice yourself."

He takes a deep breath.

"Jag älskar dig så mycket."

"What does it mean?"

He sighs.

"I," He says.

"I know three words. I _____ you so."

He nods, looking up slightly.

"Honestly..... I think I should say what it is."

I nod.

"But that would be too easy."

I look at him as he helps me put.

"So you need sleep."

"Thank you for coming over."

"Thanks for taking me away from my family for a while."

I sit on the bed. He take a breath.

"I love you."

I feel my heart go aflame.

"Alike."

He smiles and kisses me, I kiss back almost immediately, jumping at the opportunity.

"Jag älskar dig."

"OOOOH."

I can't help chuckling a little.

"Night," He says.

"You're not gonna sleep on the mattress, come here," I say.

His eyes go wide.

"Isn't that kinda awkward?"

"Fuck that."

He laughs.

"What do you have to say?"

"kom hit."

"Ya know how to talk to me."

I laugh again and make some room.