Paper Stars ★ (style!)

Drunk

Kyle pov:
I stood by the door as I heard Shelly slam the door shut. Mom is gonna kill me when she finds out I ditched school to babysit my dumb friend. I thought as I locked the door.

"Stan?"

I wondered around the Marsh residence, knowing this place like the back of my hand I went straight  to Stans room where quiet  sobs could be heard from inside. I opened the door hesitantly but could only see darkness.
It hurt. Stan crying hurt me more than anything.

"Stan...STAN!"

There say the dark haired boy, chugging the living hell out of a tequila bottle in really dim lighting from outside. As I seen before not even adults can handle that much tequila. It hits harder when you realize a fucking sixteen year old is chugging a bottle over his bitchass girlfriend.

"Kyle go away" he said.

"Dude you literally just told me to come over" I said blankly, cleaning up the mess he had on the floor "I am not going home, your goofy ass made me skip school so now you have to deal with me"

"Fuck you kyle."

"Fuck you too stan, now hand me the bottle." I demanded

He peered over to me. Just for a second I could see the sadness of his face, puffy red eyes, red cheeks and a few tears streaming down his face. His dark hair messed up as if he had been pulling on it.

"No. Ky ky....you dont fucking understand" He said while flipping me off.

"Well Stan...i.do....more than you think actually" I say

"What *hic* do you mean by that..?"

I ain't gonna confess to drunk Stan, he already has problems of his own...

"HA!" I say as I distracted him and grabbed the bottle of his hands. But the bad thing is he held on tightly making me get on top of him.

"Hey kylee~" he slurred as he winked at me

"Dude gross you reek of alcohol" I say while blushing and also trying to get a hold of that damn bottle.

Suddenly he began to gag which caused him to let go of the bottle and held his mouth shut. I dragged that boy to the bathroom and he began to vomit. His eyes teared up as he realized himself how dumb he was.

"Kyle..I'm sorry." He cried.

"Dude, don't apologize it's not your fault..." I say as I sat next to him.

Patting his back and making him wear a different shirt , I later sat him down at his dining table and began to cook some breakfast for him.

"Kyle seriously what did I do to deserve you?" He asks while sniffling.

"I dunno" I joked.

"Kyle...I love you so much *hic* you have no idea"

...

What.

My face turned red as he got up from the couch and hugged me , his hands around my waist. I could not move. I felt my heart almost jumping out of my chest.

"Stan..let go of me..." I managed to say.

"No." He responded digging his face in my neck.

"I...stan...FUCK! THE EGGS!!" I jumped causing him to jump.

The smell of burning eggs filled the room and Stan yanked the bottle from the top of the fridge and ran off giggling like a little kid.

"STAN YOU BITCH" I screamed.