Drifted - Stan and Kyle

[Chapter 5]

TW: F Slur, slight fluff/lemon

"Stay..." Stan mumbled, holding onto my hand. Holy shit. I looked down at him. He still looked like shit. I felt terrible, he'd definitely been drinking and no one at school seemed to notice- I hardly noticed. I sighed and climbed onto the couch next to his head. I lifted Stan's head and put it in my lap, gently stroking his hair. 

"What're you doing?" He asked, gently reaching up and touching my hand.

"That's what my mom did for us when we were sick," I said softly, continuing to run my hands across his face and through his hair. He looked up at me, his face was a light shade of pink.

"Thanks, Kyle." Stan sighed and closed his eyes. I looked at him. The dark bags under his eyes, his sunken cheeks, his dark, messy hair, his breath that smelled like vodka. I had missed Stan, but not this version of him. Stan quickly drifted off to sleep, and I gently lifted his head and got up. 

I snooped around his kitchen and looked in the fridge. Sure enough, there was alcohol hidden behind the groceries in the fridge. I quickly emptied his fridge of all the alcohol. I knew where his dad hid it, and sure enough, where Stan hid his stash too. Just like his father, Stan hid his alcohol in the bottom drawer of his dresser, and another stash under the floorboards of his closet. In 30 minutes, I had cleared out at least 15 bottles of different drinks just from Stan's room and the fridge. All of them were half drank. Damn it Stan. I shook my head, emptying all the bottles down the drain and recycling them. 

As I left, I walked past Stan passed out on the couch. I looked longingly at him, I was planning on leaving but I felt a twinge of guilt. He was shivering a bit and his arm had fallen and was dangling from the couch. I sighed and returned his arm on top of him, and laid a blanket out on top of him. He shuffled a bit as a placed the blanket down but began snoring. I smiled as I walked out of his house. The sun was just beginning to set. I pulled out my phone and saw some messages from Kenny.

Ken: Heyyy wanna come smoke at my house or sum? Or are u kissing stan again ;))))

Ken: I'm so bored, come over soon. The first day was hell BUT I got all ur shit so,

Ken: Respond or im putting all ur school shit in the dumpster.

I smiled and responded,

K: On my way Ken. Sorry, was making sure Stan didn't die. 

Ken: Is he with you?

K: Nah, passed out on his couch.

Ken: Good cuz I feel like drinking 

K: Me too.

I pulled out of Stan's driveway towards Kenny's house. Kenny and I were starting to get along better and better with each passing day. Still, I was unsure about smoking and drinking at his house because of his drunken parents and his little sister around.

I honked my horn a couple of times to see Kenny running out of his house with a couple of trash bags.

"Hey," he beamed at me as he hopped into the car, "Got booze and a shit ton of weed and cigs."

"Stark's pond?" I suggested, beginning to head that way.

"Duh, dude." He smiled, lighting a cigarette. I rolled my eyes.

"Weak, open a window or some shit before you light that shit in my car." I side-eyed him. He looked annoyed but opened his window. He took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Why are you taking care of Stan?" Kenny asked, l looked over at him. Kenny met my gaze and tilted his head.

"Shit, I don't know- pass me your cig-" He did, "I guess it's kind of out of obligation." I took a puff, "I feel bad for him y'know, but it's also like he hates me. I'm confused, we kissed but that's not really a big deal to me, but I feel like it might be to him. I don't even know if he likes guys." I could feel Kenny's eyes on me. We had arrived at Stark's Pond.