-Kyle-
It's now Friday, and I found out that I can go a week without draining someone, and Wendy isn't mad anymore about me turning her. I heard the news coming from the living room as I walked downstairs, "Kyle! Look." My mom said as she pointed on the TV. I looked at the screen that showed a familiar face, last night's victim to be exact. "Bubby I don't want you to go out at night with all these killings, ok?" I nodded, but I think I'll be fine.
The day was slow but Tolkien invited me and everyone else to a party, which everyone wanted to go to because he's rich and has a huge house and alcohol. Of course I decided to go.
I decided not to wear my hat again because my hair covers my ears enough, my ears are a bit longer then Wendy's so hers don't really stick out. Me and Kenny decided to walk there together to the party. When we got there I saw Stan and Wendy sitting on a couch. Of course I got a little jealous because shes his ex, but all their doing is sitting next to each other so I need to calm the fuck down. Kenny leaned toward me, "jealous because of your boyfriend?" He whispered and I just hit his arm, going over and sitting next to Stan. He smiled at me, "Hey Ky!" He took a drink of the beer in his and. I smiled back at him with a pink tint on my face. Craig came over, "Hey. Want one?" He asked in his monotone voice, holding out a beerl. "Sure thanks Craig." I took the beer and he glared at me. I brushed it off and took a drink.
Everyone was laughing and talking, all obviously drunk except for me,Tolkien, Craig, Wendy and Marj. People started to go home because the party was over but some people stayed. Since I wasn't drunk I decided to take Stan home, "come on Stan you gotta go home." I said, taking his hand to help him up. "Ok, I want to go if you go Ky!" He said with a bit of a slur. He took my hand and got up, I helped him get home and when we got there we went up to his room. I set him down on his bed, "ok dude I'm going to get you water, I'll be back." I said but he grabbed my hand, "no don't leave, I wanna be with you!" He said as he leaned back and looked at me, I felt warmth settling on my cheeks. What's wrong with me? "It's ok I'll be right back." I said and left his room and got some water. I handed it to him and he drank almost all of it obviously trying to sober up. "Ok well I'm going to go home I'll-"
"No stay!" Stan interrupted me. I thought for a moment before sitting next to him. "Ok but just because you're drunk." I said, "thanks!" He wrapped his arms around me and pulled back after a few seconds.
He looked at me in the eyes and shifted his hand to rest against my cheek. He leaned in and I felt his lips touch mine. My face heated up and I kissed him back. He deepened the kiss by leaning me down on his bed. I opened my lips slightly, letting his tongue enter my mouth. I felt his tongue on my pointy teeth. One of his hands went under my shirt and on my waist, I put my arms around his neck.
We parted for a moment before he traveled down to my neck, kissing it softly. He kissed my neck, leaving marks. "Wait Stan, stop." I said even though I didn't want him to stop but he did. "You're drunk." I sat up. "But-" he began but I cut him off by getting up. "No I-I should go." I said and rushed out of his room, walking to my house.
When I got home I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the marks that were appearing on my neck and jaw. Goddamn. I thought as I blushed at the memory of Stan kissing me.
I went back to my room and fell on my bed. God what if he doesn't remember? What if he does?
-A/N-
You're welcome you thirsty hoes.
