Love like you || K2 ONESHOT

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Kyle's POV

I ball my fist up, tears rolling down my face. I can't believe Stan could say such a mean thing like that, right to my face. I'm his BOYFRIEND for gods sake, and he decides to spew that vile nonsense at me? Acting like I am the problem and he is the victim here?? 

"Stan, I feel like we don't want the same thing here." 

"You always say that Kyle, we DO want the same thing. YOU just want it now. It doesn't work like that, this shit takes time."

"I KNOW IT TAKES TIME YOU FUCKING IDIOT BUT I DON'T THINK THERE WILL BE TIME IF YOU KEEP DRINKING YOURSELF TO DEATH."

"DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME KYLE OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL THROW THIS BOTTLE." 

My heart dropped. Stan was never like this, what the hell is his problem? Usually he threatens to leave my place but, now he's gonna throw something at me..?

"Kyle I..I'm gonna go to Wendy's.."

"Oh ok, you're gonna run to your ex girlfriend. Jesus Stan, I don't care that she's your ex but when you're like this you know I hate you going to her place, you're vulnerable. I don't want her taking advantage of you and use you for..You know.."

"Vulnerable? What? Do you think I'm soft or something? I can take care of myself. You worry too fucking much Kyle."

"STAN I DON'T WANT HER COMING ONTO YOU AND SLE-"

"Oh so you think she's gonna influence me to sleep with her? I already fucking did and it was MY choice."

I froze, the words replaying in my mind 'Sleep with her? I already fucking did.' My eyes fill with tears and I don't recognize Stan at all. This isn't the guy that I decided that I wanted to spend my whole life with. The guy I promised my life to is kind, caring, and would never cheat, always validated my feelings and treated me with the same respect I gave him. 

"Y-You're drunk..You don't mean that.." 

"Can't change what happened, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to be with an angry bitch, always nagging at me all the time."

That's when Stan left out the door, walking to who-knows-where. 

Time skip

"Damn, I'm sorry that happened Kyle.."

Kenny says, as he holds me. I just finished telling him the story. I feel like such a child, curled up in a ball, crying in my friends lap on his bed. I don't like running to Kenny whenever me and Stan fight, but I do it anyways. Everytime I feel guilty, having Kenny deal with my problems. But everytime, Kenny reassures me that he's glad that I run to him, cause he knows how to deal with an alcoholic, he had to deal with two since he was old enough to understand that his parents were raging alcoholics. 

"I know you normally go home after calming down, but it's late Kyle, you should just stay the night. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No no Kenny, I can't take your bed. I'll sleep on the co-"

"Ah ah ah, no no. You don't have a choice, you're taking the bed. You're the guest, I'm fine to sleep on the couch, get comfy, good night Kyle." 

Kenny gets up and walks out the room, I change into my clothes that I brought just incase. I knew that coming here late would mean I would probably be spending the night. I put on my white tshirt and my grey shorts. Perfect. I take off my hat and set it down on the nightstand, I turn off the lamp and flump onto the bed. My face hitting the pillow. 

I shuffle around in the bed, trying to get comfortable. I finally find a comfortable position and find myself very relaxed in the aroma of Kenny's pillow. It smells like his hair, I always found the smell of his hair and just him in general really soothing, much more soothing than Stan. Stan always smelled of alcohol, while Kenny mainly just smelled like..Kenny. Sometimes he smelled a bit fruity cause of whatever vape he was hitting, but I don't mind the smell of that, at least it smells more good than liquor. 

Stan..I just can't get him off my mind. He hurt me but I'd much rather be next to him, cuddling him, I can't sleep alone. Not anymore at least, I'm so used to sleeping with Stan that I just can't bear to sleep in a bed alone, without him. Waking up to no one there beside me is gonna hurt. "

Kenny's POV:

I sit on the couch and turn on the TV, I turn on some true crime and attempt to sleep. But I can't shake this feeling that Kyle isn't fine alone. But that's probably just me being me. I can't bear seeing Kyle get hurt. I hate Stan. But now for a different reason. I used to hate Stan for dating Kyle, but I let that go and suppressed all my feelings for Kyle. But now, they're all coming back. The more I see Kyle fall out of love with Stan with every wrong thing Stan does, the feelings come back. But I'm not going to rush Kyle into a relationship after being in that toxic situation, that'd be really shitty for me to do. But I'm glad that even though I suppressed my feelings for years, I never really stopped loving Kyle.

My thoughts get to me and I get up to peak into my room, I crack the door slightly and hear quiet sobbing, before I could even think I run over to Kyle and attempt to comfort him the best I can. 

"Kyle shh, what's wrong?"

"It's just that..I miss Stanley..A lot.." 

Of course he does, Kyle is never going to stop loving Stan, I swear to god Stan could stab Kyle and he would still be head over heels for the noirette. What does he even see in him? Stan is a douchebag that doesn't deserve Kyle.