Mended Hearts

Part XVIII

A couple of weeks had passed after Stan's very, very messy break up with Melissa and everything that had happened with his raven haired counterpart after had given him a ride home from Clyde's party.

Despite feeling like utter shit for the first few days and barely finding the energy to roll himself out of bed and do basic everyday tasks, the teenage boy had eventually decided to get his shit together for real and had been doing his very best to fall back into that very same day to day routine.

And as the days had been passing by, Stan had found himself slowly but surely returning to his usual self. He went to school, regularly attended his football practices, did his homework, and even hung out more with his friends on the weekends.

Football, music, video games – basically anything that could help him not to think about the events of Clyde's party and everything that had happened at it and afterwards, had been more than just welcome in his books.

And with him following that particular train of thought, Stan was sort of glad that today's football practice had been cancelled for seemingly unknown reasons, so he had been gladly taking advantage of whatever free time he had left after school by spending time in his bedroom and strumming his beloved guitar – with that being just one of many ways for him to escape the negative thoughts that had been plaguing his mind ever since ending his relationship with Melissa.

He was also surprised that he hadn't felt nearly as sad about their breakup as he initially thought he would've, which he took as a positive sign and hopefully a first step in moving on from her for good.

A particular song from Dean Lewis perfectly encapsulated how he had felt after the entire shitshow with his now ex-girlfriend.

"And my friend said

I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be alright"

As the hours of yet another long day passed by, Stan had found himself getting lost in the music he was playing, not realizing that it had already been getting dark outside and that it was nearly seven PM now. He sighed heavily, realizing that he had been engrossed in his favorite activity for quite a while and that he had spent most of his day cooped up in his room.

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand and checking the time, the teenage boy decided to take a break and grab a quick snack from the kitchen, feeling his stomach grumble loudly in response.

But just as he was about to open his bedroom door and make his way down the stairs, he stopped in his tracks as he heard a faint knock on the door.

Stan furrowed his eyebrow, wondering who the heck could be visiting him at this hour.

All of that caused him to divert his gaze towards the bedroom door and the tall figure that had suddenly appeared behind it, but also not taking him that long to guess who was visiting him as the neon green ushanka hat came into his line of sight.

"Hey dude.", Kyle said as he took a step inside his best friend's bedroom, with a small smile tugging on his lips upon noticing that Stan was in a noticeably more chipper mood today.

"Hey Kyle.", Stan replied, reciprocating the small smile the ginger haired teen standing in the doorway had on his own face.

"I just wanted to check up on you since you haven't really been responding to any of our texts today.", the Jewish teen stated, closing the door behind him and shoving his hands inside the pockets of his trademark orange jacket. "You okay?"