SORRY FOR THE SHORT EPISODE Kyle pov When we got back to the house, nobody was home so we had the whole house to ourselves. Stan poured him a glass of some rum his dad had, swigging it quickly. "Can I have some? Only a little bit though." I look at him in the eyes. "Oh!! Of course." He seems shocked but pours me a glass anyway and passes it to me. My depression has gotten a bit worse recently, but Stan just makes it better. We walking into his room, plopping down on the bed, exhausted. "Now what?" I wonder. Stan looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "Uhhh.." he thought for a moment.
"How about we built a fort just like how we did when we were little?" He Looks at me. "I know, it's a bad idea b-" " No! " I cut him off. "That's a great idea! I exclaim. We get up immediately and take everything off his bed. "So are we gonna build it on the bed or on the floor?" I ask. "Definitely the bed, it's comfier that way." We began building the fort, pinning blankets to the bed, getting everything In place until we were finished.
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"Shew, that was tiring." I said, crawling into the fort, Stan following along. "Yeah, but it was worth it!" He said.
