Will you be mine, dude?

Shock

Kyle's POV

It was already 4 am and I couldn't sleep because of two factors that kept me awake. First, my mind kept replaying those moments with craig. I can't believe we actually talked, it was magical. I wish I could have texted him, but I didn't have his phone number...

The second factor was Stan's fucking loud snores. He was sleeping in my bed so comfortably like a baby, as if he just hadn't fucked up my night.

He looked a mess, but at least he was safe here with me. I was still angry at him, but I knew that deep down he meant well. He never got to know Craig because of their stupid rivalry, so he must think he is someone who's always looking for trouble. The reaction he had tonight might've been because he wanted to "protect" me from Craig (a dangerous guy from his point of view).

He always took care of me...He was always sweet to me. That's why around that time we became super best friends... I had a crush on him. It didn't last long though because I knew he was straight. He had always liked Wendy.

He was my first crush and also my first heartbreak.

As I was lost in my thoughts I noticed the room had fallen silent. The snoring had stopped.

"Ky... u awake?" Stan asked me with a soft voice while rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah...I am" I responded.

Silence.

"My fucking head hurts like a bitch" he said after a while, sitting on his side of the bed.

"I'll go get you some water" I said getting up, but he stopped me, grabbing me by the hand.

"Wait Ky...oh fuck... sorry about earlier" He apologized.

I looked at him in awe. He was supposed to be unconscious until tomorrow because of all the alcohol he drank.

"Stan you're drunk, just go back to sleep" I responded.

"I know I'm fucking drunk... but I cannot go back to sleep before I confirm something that's been bothering me for a while now" He said.

Thousands of ideas crossed my mind. I felt cold sweat on my forehead. What was it that he wanted to confirm? Why am I nervous all of a sudden? The wait is excruciating.

"W-what is it?" I asked him, fearing what his answer would be.

"What you wanted to tell me that day at the bus stop... does it have to do with you being with Tucker in the kitchen?" he asked me. His eyes were hooked on mine.

I knew where this was going. He knew, but it surprised me how he had connected all the dots. Was I that obvious?

I sighed.

"Stan... I don't think we should talk about this right now..." I responded. "I would like to tell you about it myself when we are both good and sober..."

I tried to break from his grip, but he wouldn't let go.

"Kyle... please...I need to know...".

I had never seen Stan like that. He looked sad, worried, kind of pissed off... I knew I would regret agreeing to tell him.

I let out a deep, nervous sigh.

"I'm gay, Stan. I'm gay and... I like Craig" I was on the verge of tears.

The silence that fell upon us was so loud it was deafening. I needed to get out of there, yet Stan wouldn't let go of my hand.