Drunk Hearts

Close Watch

Stan woke up in his bed, still dark out. His head was pounding, which is kind of ironic, as just hours ago he had plenty of pain killers in his system. He turned on to his other side, eyes getting used to the dark. Two figures came into focus. On the floor laid Kenny with a pillow and a blanket he probably brought from his own room. On his chair, in what seemed like the most uncomfortable position, sat a sleeping Kyle. He had brough the chair over to the bed, and had propped his legs up on the mattress and leaned his head on the wall. Stan squinted, trying to figure out how Kyle fell asleep like that.

Stan moved ever so slightly, grabbing his pillow from under him. He raised himself up, trying not to wake either boy. Stan moved Kyle's head as softly as he could, placing the pillow against the wall. As he was doing this, Kyle grunted.

"Shit," Stan whispered to himself, Kyle's head still in his hand.

"Stan..?" Kyle yawned, disoriented.

"I'm sorry for waking you, you just looked so uncomfortable, I was trying to give you a pillow, but you were in such an awkward position it was hard to get the pi-"

"Stan, shut the fuck up, it's okay."

Stan retreated his arms back, taking the pillow with him. Kyle rubbed his eyes, and examined the room. Kenny, being the heavy sleeper that he is, was snoring away.

"Why did you guys stay?" Stan asked quietly.

The question seemed so stupid, Kyle let out a small chuckle, "Stan, you tried to kill yourself. We weren't going to just leave you alone."

Stan's cheeks grew red with embarrassment, thankfully it was too dark for Kyle to notice. Man, he can't even end his life correctly.

Trying to change the subject, Stan suggested, "your neck is going to be so sore. My bed is big enough, you can sleep here if you want."

Kyle smiled, picking himself off the chair and setting himself down on the bed. He and Stan were facing each other, just inches apart.

"Stan?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't ever scare me like that again."

"I'll try not to."

"I need more than 'I'll try not to'. I need to know I'm not going to find you one day not breathing. I need to know I'm not going to lose you. I need to know that you'll talk to me or Kenny or anyone else when you feel like this because I can't even fucking handle the thought of not having my super best friend around," Kyle began to tear up again, imagining coming home to find Stan unresponsive and too late to do anything.

"Ky, please don't cry," Stan said, brushing his thumb across Kyle's cheek, wiping the small tears away, "I promise, okay? I promise I won't do that again. I won't leave you."

Kyle scooted closer to Stan, pulling him into his arms. He held tightly, but this time Stan didn't resist. Instead, he got as close to Kyle as he possibly could, nuzzling his head into his chest. Kyle was squeezing Stan so hard he almost couldn't breathe, but somehow he felt safe. He was protected. The two felt their eyes closing once again, and ended up falling asleep like that.

When the sun rose, the two were awoken by a flash of light and giggles.

"AWW!" Kenny exclaimed, acting like a fan girl.

"What the fuck," Kyle grumbled, turning to face the blonde boy pointing his phone camera at the bed, "Kenny!"

"You'll thank me later," he smirked, darting out of the room so Kyle couldn't try and delete the picture.

"Huh?" Stan yawned, suddenly colder now that the warmth of Kyle was no longer there.

"That son of a bitch," Kyle grunted, getting out of bed.

"Come back," Stan whined.

"I have class," he replied shyly, secretly intrigued that Stan didn't want him to leave. Stan furrowed his brow and threw the blanket over his head.

Kyle sighed, and crossed his arms. A twang of guilt suddenly washed over him, thinking about the night before. He was scared to leave Stan alone, even if he did promise not to do it again. Kenny wouldn't be there, he had to work. Stan would be left alone, and who would stop him from drowning himself in alcohol? It's not that Kyle didn't trust him, he just knows Stan is a ticking time bomb right now, a string ready to snap. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus in class if he went.

"I guess I can skip today," Kyle muttered, moving the covers off of the sleepy boy. Stan looked up at him with a grin, grabbing Kyle's arm and pulling him down into the bed.

"Auf!" Kyle spat, taken by surprise. He landed on top of Stan, who was still smirking. Their faces were very close, and a spike of energy shot through their spines.

"Stan?"

"Yes?"

"Your breath smells like shit."

Stan playfully shoved Kyle off of him, causing him to fall off the bed. He laughed, "fucking asshole, so does yours, but I wasn't going to say anything!"

The two fought their way over to their bathroom, pushing and shoving. It was nice seeing Stan happy, especially while sober. It was refreshing in a way. They hadn't really talked in over a week, and they missed each other.

While they were brushing their teeth, Kenny called up from downstairs, "as much as I want to stay here, Stan, I promised I'd go over to Butters' after work. Don't wait up for me!"

Stan yelled something inaudible back down to Kenny, to which he yelled back, "man usually I'm the one people can't understand, got a dick in your mouth?"

Stan spit out the toothpaste and hit back, "yeah, your dad's dick! I said I don't need a babysitter, have fun"

Kyle rolled his eyes, and rinsed his mouth out. Stan absolutely needed a babysitter, but he wasn't going to say that.

"C'mon, let's watch a movie or something," Kyle suggested.

"You're not my babysitter either," Stan mumbled, but accepting the offer.

The two went down to the living room, Stan promptly propping himself on the couch. He watched as Kyle went into the kitchen, asking him if he wanted any snacks.

"Nah man I'm good," Stan replied nonchalantly. 

Kyle looked over at Stan laying on the couch, and twisted his head, "Stan, when was the last time you ate something?"

Taken aback, Stan looked away from Kyle, running the gears in his head, "uh, I'm not sure. I had some strawberries yesterday. Or wait, was that the day before? I have no concept of time."

Kyle slapped his palm to his forehead, annoyed. Yeah, Stan totally doesn't need a babysitter. He huffed, "Stan, you have to eat something."

"It's fine, I get enough calories from alcohol," he joked in a low tone, knowing Kyle wouldn't find it funny.

Kyle didn't really know what to say to that. He took in a deep breath, and puffed his cheeks, "pick a movie and eat some goddamn food."

Stan rolled his eyes but obliged, he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere by arguing with Kyle. His best friend was hot-headed and stubborn, Stan barely ever won arguments against him. He decided on Scream, the first one of course. It was a classic. They had both seen it before, but that didn't make it any less fun.

"Who's Billy and who's Stu?" Stan asked as Kyle brought back the snacks.

"I'm definitely Billy, you're Stu," Kyle chuckled.

Stan gasped, pretending to be offended, "that is so not true! You're Stu and I'm Billy!"

"Have you noticed Stu sounds a lot like Stan?"

"Fuck off."

"And Billy is similar to Kyle..."

"Oh now you're reaching!"

The two playfully barked back at each other, fighting over who gets to be the main character and who has to be the sidekick. They sat on opposite sides of the couch, but since both were halfway laying down, their legs intertwined with each other. The boys quieted down as the movie started, enjoying the moment.

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