Stan's POV:
raging headache, not knowing where I am, school day
perfect way to wake up on a fucking TUESDAY MORNING.
I look up and see Kyle
I should probably tell him.
He deserves to know.
"I-"
"do you want to talk about it" Kyle says cutting me off
"what?"
"what you said in the car"
"what did I say in the car"
"oh- I - nothing it's fine.."
shit he totally knows.
I can't control my fucking drunk mind.
"you need to stop drinking" he says.
i'm laying on the couch as he's in the kitchen making what sounds to be waters
he passed me one with three different hangover/pain reliever pills.
I take them all
"its so fun thoooo" I say slurring my speech
"it's a addictive thoooo" Kyle says mocking me.
"Shut up" I say rolling my eyes a flipping my covers to face the side of the couch.
"I'm not gonna stay with an alcoholic addict"
Kyle said getting up to get something.
his words repeated in my head over and over
'stay'
'stay'
'stay'
what does he mean stay????
"what do you mean stay with?" I say breaking the silence
"you know what I mean dumbass" I look at him in shock.
I don't know what i was shocked about I honestly didn't understand what was going on at all.
he came back over holding another pill.
"Your not drugging me are you"
"Why would I drug you"
"Shut up gay boy" I reply
I see his face but I couldn't read it
I don't know if it lit up of if he got sad when I said it.
"y'know I wasnt the one that found you first when you blacked out"
"who did"
"i'm not gonna tell you"
"what?! why not! I was the one drunk! I deserve to know!!"
"Well they recorded you and spread it around school"
"What?!?" I say as I jump up. I feel the headache eering back.
Kyle pulls out his phone out his back pocket and as he does his shirt lifts up a little bit showing the lining of his boxers.
I felt my stomach twist. I don't know why. Probably nervous on what the people recorded.
Kyle puts out his phone to me and I grab it. Seeing a video of me laying like a dead body outline on a nasty bathroom with seven bottles of alcohol around me and one in my hand.
watching the video before it ended the camera went back like the recorder got pushed and some guy went in the room angrily talking to the recorder. it sounded like Kyle.
I started endlessly at the video.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, it's better than the other one"
"What other one"
I pull up a video Clyde took when Wendy took us to a party and she kept making me drink alcohol to get me drunk.
knowing my addiction.
I remember getting dizzy and seeing her hand pouring it for me. into my mouth. alcohol.
"kyle I don't want to talk about this anymore"
my mood switched
it hurt
"oh- I- okay we don't have to"
I sat there staring at the video.
it was taken by Clyde.
Watching it repeat.
Watching Wendy.
nobody knows the whole story that night.
Kyle took the phone
"you should get rest" he said sweetly
"you're right"
He sits up on the coffee table right in front of me and starts unbuttoning my coat. I can't believe I slept in it and I also couldn't believe how close we were.
I stared at his hands as they went in and out as the buttons unbuttoned.
I lay my arms out as he takes the coat off me and lays it on the table.
he starts to get up but I couldn't let him. "Kyle! I-"
"yeah?"
"do you have an extra shirt?"
"yeah let me get you one"
he came back down with a band tee it had 4 cartoon characters on it with Gorillaz labeled on the top all spray- painty
instead of taking it and then changing. he set his arm out and I began to take off my plain white tee infront of him.
I take it off and he look at home with his hand still out. his face looked a little red. I fluffed my hair and finally took the shirt.
the tension was real
