Style - Experimentation

Chapter 16

Stan and Kyle play video games and hang out for the rest of the day. It feels just like old times, just with some sexual tension.

"Stan... Can we talk?"

"Sure." Stan pauses his game and turns to Kyle, "What's up?"

"Are you bothered by Bebe?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you just seem to get really agro around her. Does she do something that makes you uncomfortable?"

"I guess so."

"What is it?"

"How did you two even meet? What bothers me is how fast you two seemed to get together. You never mentioned her before but now you're suddenly dating her?"

"Well, we had been talking. I didn't think we would become serious so I never mentioned it."

"So you were making out with me while you were talking with some other girl?"

"Stan, you have a girlfriend. I should be asking YOU that. You're the one who wanted to be physical with me while you had a girlfriend."

"Well, at least you knew I had one! I had no idea you were talking to someone."

"Why does that matter?"

"Why wouldn't it? I'm your best friend, right? Shouldn't you be telling me these things?"

"Shouldn't you be telling your girlfriend that you're trying to fuck your best friend?"

Stan scowls. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what? You're the one acting weird! Don't you see that what you're doing could hurt me? Hurt Wendy?"

"Kyle, you agreed to it. Wendy is not your concern. Her emotions don't need to be your problem. She will be fine, she doesn't even know."

"Well, what if I'M not fine!? What about MY emotions? Do you even care how I might feel about you!?"

"Feel about me? Are you serious?"

"YES! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND? I'M NOT LIKE YOU! I ACTUALLY CARE. I LIKE YOU STAN!"

Stan exhales, looking at Kyle with spiteful eyes. "Leave."

"Stan? What?"

"Leave, Kyle. Go home."

"Stan!"

"LEAVE."

Kyle's eyes widen, tears falling from them. "Fine. If that's how you feel." 

He storms out the front door. 

Stan leans back, resting his head against the top of the couch. He sighs and rubs his eyes.

"You're a dick, Stan."

"Shelly? How long have you been there?"

Stan's sister walks out of the kitchen and folds her arms. "Long enough to know that you're a dick."

"Well, what was I supposed to do?"

"Anything but telling him to leave. No matter what you feel for him, making him leave after he just told you how he feels was the most destructive thing you could've done. You probably just ruined your friendship."

"..."

"I guess you deserve it, for being a dick."

"He is my best friend, he wouldn't stop hanging out with me over something like this."

"Put yourself in his shoes. How do you think he feels right now? You just stomped on his heart. He was a good kid, he kept you in line. I'm not looking forward to seeing how horrible your life becomes without him."

"Shut up. You don't know anything."

"Dick." Shelly goes upstairs. 

Stan throws his controller at the carpet and hugs his knees. "It isn't my fault."