Sick [Style]

Ch.3

Stan's pov

Why does he have to be here" Shelley rolled her eyes, "Shelley, can you please be nice around Stan's friends?" my mom asked, "more like boyfriend..." Shelley murmured, "That's it! Go to your room!" My dad yelled slamming his hands on the table, Shelley once again rolled her eyes before grabbing her plate and storming upstairs.

"Sorry boys, Shelley's acting up again" my dad apologized, "It's okay!" Kyle responded, everyone stopped talking and started eating, the only sound was the absence of light chewing, luckily, I finished quickly and Kyle just decided to follow me probably because of the awkwardness.

"Can I stay the night?" Kyle raised his eyebrow, "Why?" I asked back, "Dude, we all know how this goes, I leave the house, then you get drunk, then I have to deal with it" Kyle frowned, "Listen, I said I'd stop, I promise I will this time" It was a complete lie but I just wanted Kyle to go home because I felt vomit in my mouth, "no I'm not leaving, I'm staying here no matter who or what try's to stop me" Kyle said putting his foot down, "fine, I'll get the sleeping bags" Another lie, I was actually going to throw up.

I knelt over the toilet vomiting right into it, I've been trying to hold back vomiting the whole day so it was pretty bad, I thought I was fine until I heard the door open, "Stanley! Oh, my goodness!" I felt relieved that it was just my mom after all it could've been Kyle anyway, "we need to clean you up! Are you okay?" she grabbed a towel and helped me up, "yeah, I'm fine!" I lied again, "Good" my mom continued to wipe my face, "Stan why don't you go get sleeping bags, I'll clean this up okay?" my mom spoke softly and calmly trying not to frighten me, I guess she didn't know how often this used to happen.

I walked back to my room with the sleeping bags and that caused Kyle to stand up, "Stan, I don't have pajamas" Kyle walked over to me, "use something from my closet, consider this paying you back" I grinned, my face went slightly pink and Kyle's looked pink as well, yes! I'm doing something! He better take the fucking hint!!" I looked away quickly grabbing my phone hoping he wouldn't notice me blushing.

It took a while but Kyle finally decided to just take clothes from my closet, though they were a little bit big on him but he's tall so it looked normal and it would work for tonight, "I fucking hate you Stan" Kyle crossed his arms, "I didn't have to pay you back I guess" I giggled "oh come on" Kyle said sarcastically "jeez I was kidding" I giggled I little louder "doubt it" Kyle crossed his arms "sit down, were gonna watch a movie" I sat down on the floor "on the floor?" he asked "yes on the floor".

About thirty minutes into the movie Kyle had fallen asleep which was typical coming from him, he never gets any sleep so anytime he has the chance to he will fall asleep.

I decided to be a good friend and turn off the TV and try to fall asleep with him which was a little harder than expected but I managed to fall asleep at 11pm which actually pretty good considering how late I usually end up falling asleep.

We woke up in the morning around the same time and we were kind of silent for a bit we were still processing that we woke up, "Boys! Come for breakfast!" my mom called out from downstairs, Me and Kyle both got up and well... almost left the room, "fuck, Stan I'll be right down, I'm just gonna change" Kyle shut the door in my face, a bright red colour filled my pale cheeks, I honestly forgot that he was dressed in that.

I shook it off and headed downstairs, "where's Kyle?" my dad looked at me as I sat down at the table, "he's changing" I tried to look down without showing how red my face was, my mom set down a large plate of stacked pancakes and in front of us were smaller plates and cutlery.

Kyle finally came downstairs and sat down next to me, most of us slowly started to take some pancakes from the stack, placed it our plates and just started eating.

After breakfast it was then time for Kyle to take the very few things he packed and head home, I of course decided that I was definitely going to walk Kyle home, because I can.

But it's not like we walked for time I mean we don't live very long away but all good things must come to an end, and sometimes you just got to go with it, as much as I hate it.

I walked but inside the house and put away my coat and my shoes then going to my room and changing clothes because its Sunday and my parents are catholic so I had to go to church

Just as I was going into my room my mom stopped me, "Stanley, why did you throw up last night?" She asked, I had to come up with an excuse but before I could she said something a little bit shocking, "I know you vomit around people you like, you just got lucky that time, but that would mean you like Kyle, wouldn't it?" My mom got quieter when asking the question, I was caught off guard by it and I didn't know how to respond.

I nodded lightly, my mom's eyes widened, "it's okay! I'll still love you Stan, no matter what!" she pulled me in for a hug, I haven't felt loved for a while but her hug, it felt real, like she meant it, "don't worry, this will just be between you and me" my mom got up and smiled before walking over to her room, I smiled walking into my room to get ready.

I put in my earbuds and stared through the window I don't remember what I was listening to but that doesn't really matter, soon enough we were already at the church and inside I still had my earbuds in so I was pretending to listen after middle school I stopped paying attention, it's always the same anyway.

I stayed silent in my chair kicking my legs back and forth a little and looking around, one thing I actually appreciated about the church were the beautiful stained-glass windows, honestly you would have to take into consideration how long they must've taken and they were so big to, I'm pretty sure most churches have them but to be honest I don't really know, I kept looking around at them the colours looked fucking amazing, each piece was placed perfectly to form a picture I couldn't believe that it was real.

I saw everyone standing up, I followed my parents back to the car and sat in the back seat and we all drove home just as silent as in the church, it was better that way though.