We Never Go Out of Style

Chapter 6

Kyle was walking in the hot sun with his backpack, he was currently walking to Stans's house where he has to complete his project. He isn't on really good terms with Stan, and he feels like that little argument was pretty stupid, and that he and Stan could have stayed friends if it weren't for him. But still, he thinks that he should just act all mad, and act like he doesn't wanna talk to him, he did say that we weren't friends so he isn't gonna act like he is.

After a while of walking in silence in the hot sun, Kyle finally arrived at Stans's same old house that he had always visited. He saw that the garage door was open and that there was loud music playing. Stan was there sitting by a dirty foldable table, just looking at his tools in his dad's toolbox.

Kyle's pov;
I walk inside the garage, placing my backpack right on top of the dirty table, I take a seat in front of him, and I can see that he starts to smile as soon as I take a seat. "So I researched last night and looked for some ideas for us to do for this project." I said while nervously tapping on the table. "I already have all my tools ready for the project."

"I'm assuming that you know how to work all this stuff right?" Stan asked me as his face seemed a bit more serious than before. "Uh sort of, your gonna have to teach me a few things." I replied to him while getting my sketches and ideas out of my backpack. I placed the pieces of paper and gave them to Stan. "You think you could make that work?" I asked him while just deeply staring into his eyes as he just simply looks at the ideas I made.

"These are really nice!" He said while looking thru all the papers. "But I think this one would be easier and simpler." He said pointing out one of my drawings. "Oh uh, I listed all the tools here on the side." I said while pointing to the list of tools required to make the drone.

"Well I'll try to find a few more stuff required, or I'll just ask my dad to buy anything from Home Depot." Stan said while cracking his knuckles. "Meanwhile you can just write any ideas we can record as memories, or any activities we can do together that we can record." He said while giving me a faint smile. "Do you want to go skating?" I asked not knowing what to do as an activity. "Seems fun." He said about to write that down. "Wait- No I don't know how to skate never mind." I said while trying to think of something new. "No, I can just teach you. Plus it's better because your learning something new." Stan says to me while smiling. "I DONT WANNA FALL EVERY SINGLE MINUTE." I responded.
"WELL TOO BAD." Stan had said to me while slightly laughing, and writing something on the paper.

"We can go to a theme park?" Stan questioned me while writing it down. "Sounds good." I said while looking away from a distance. "What do you wanna do now?" Stan asked me going near me and taking a seat next to me. "Look you don't have to act like you like me or anything." I said to him while trying to distance myself. "What? I know it may seem that we're not on good terms, but I like you, as a friend of course."He said while grabbing my hand. I turned to him and smiled at him. "Okay maybe I was a bit overdramatic, and I didn't even let you explain or anything." I said while taking my hand away from his. "Yeah you were." Stan said to me as he got up from his chair. "I'm gonna get ice cream, you want?" he said while glaring his eyes at me.  "YES." I said while getting up. "Okay stay here." Stan said while closing the garage door.

After a few minutes of waiting, Stan finally came back with two ice creams. "Finally." I said while Stan was sitting next to me. "I have a question." Stan asked me as he passed the ice cream to me.  "Yeah?" I questioned as I grabbed the ice cream. "Are we cool? You know, friends?" he asked me awkwardly as he licked his ice cream.

"Yeah, friends." I said while awkwardly punching his arm. Right after that awkward moment I just started nervously eating my ice cream. I could feel him awkwardly looking at me so I tried not to act weird or anything.

"So uh when is your dad coming with the stuff?" I asked trying to break the awkward silence. "Oh uh he should be here in around, 30 minutes." He said while looking at his watch. I nodded at him then looked down at my ice cream.
I felt so confused and I didn't know what to do.

After around 28 minutes of waiting, a truck pulls up on the driveway. It was Randy's car, and he comes out of the car. "HEY STAN!" Randy shouts out loud. "I brought you the material you asked for, there right in the trunk." Randy said while carrying a new box of beers inside. "Thanks Dad." Stan said in a normal voice. "Long time no see Kyle." Randy told me. "Hey Randy." I waved at him awkwardly and looked toward Stan getting the tools.

Stan brought the tools and started working on the tools for about 2 minutes alone, he then looked at me. "Are you gonna help me or what?" Stan said while eying me. "I don't know how it works stupid." I said while walking towards him.
"Alright look," He said while grabbing both of my hands and grabbing the stuff and just explaining with my hands. I didn't really get what he was saying but whatever. "Okay ToolShed." I said to him.

"What?" He started laughing at me. I laughed with him, and then said "Alright dickhead let's finish the rest." I said while cracking my knuckles. "Stop acting so professional Human Kite." Stan said while smiling at me.

"Just shut the fuck up you asshole." I laughed at him. "Whatever." He rolled his eyes playfully and started working on it. It was pretty fun when we were making the drone. I didn't really understand what to do so Stan did most of the work.

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After we finished