Sick [Style]

ch.6

Kyle's pov

We talked Until the bell rang, I looked down at my food realizing I hadn't eaten any of it, "don't worry, we can go get pizza after school, I'll pay!" Stan smiled widely, "no that's fine, I can eat this" I lied "dude, you can some if you're hungry but you're coming with me after school, I'm paying you back!" Stan grabbed my shoulders, "I would argue back, but we should go to class before were late" I said slowly taking his arms off my shoulders, "shit" Stan replied.

Class was boring as usual but right after Stan bombarded me with Crap! I know he listens to me and I should listen to him, and I really want to be as great as he is and it sounds gayer than it really is but I mean it, he might have some bad traits in him, but nobody's perfect and that's why I think he's the most amazing friend ever.

-Time skip-

After school, Stan walked me over to a nearby pizza restaurant and got a seat and waited, "Kyle, if you're waiting for a waiter, does that make you the waiter?" Stan looked at me, "shut the fuck up" I replied.

We got our pizza it was a regular pepperoni pizza Stan took a slice as he thanked the waiter, I grabbed a slice and bit into it, it was actually pretty good but I've had better after some time and chatting we almost finished the pizza, Stan quickly payed before dragging me off to do more of his stupid ideas.

"Follow me" Stan looked happy, it's been a while since I've seen him that way, I forced a smile on my face knowing it made him feel better, "where are we going?" I asked, "my house!" Stan's face turned a little red, was he blushing!? No way! We don't like each other, I decided to ignore it, after all it was pretty cold out anyway, we walked into the house, and Stan lead me up to his room, "Look Kyle there's something I've been meaning to tell you" Stan turned towards me, "I wanted to say that I-" Stan froze, "Stan? It's okay you can tell me when you're ready" I remarked, Stan nodded.

"Wanna just hang out for the rest of the day" I asked sitting on Stan's bed, "yea, I just feel a bit sick" Stan sat down next to me, "are you okay?" I asked grasping tight onto the blanket, "I think I'm gonna... throw..." Stan stood up quickly holding his hands up to his mouth, "Stan!" I yelled, Stan turned his face to me, his eyes were wide and shaky, I sped walked out of Stan's room only to run down the stairs, I looked around quickly until I noticed Stan's mom in the kitchen, "excuse me, Stan just threw up" I moved over towards her, "oh my, again? You stay here I'll help him" she sat down the knife she was using, again? I mean I know that he used to throw up like that in elementary school but now? She made it seem like the same event's happened recently.

Maybe he just wasn't over wendy, I sighed and turned around, it's been 5 years and he still isn't over her? A bit pathetic if I do say so myself, looking at the kitchen entrance I started back upstairs however half way through my walk my phone started buzzing, I looked at it to see my mom was calling me I quickly answered the phone, "yes mom?" I walked back down the stairs, "Kyle, where are you?" she asked, I kind of forgot that I didn't tell her anything, "oh I'm at Stan's, sorry I forgot to tell you" I apologized, she sighed, "can you get home soon, you have stuff to do" My mom raised her voice a little, I hesitated, "could maybe 30 minutes work?" I asked, "I guess that works" she hung up the phone, didn't even say bye.

Stan walked down to me, "we can go back to my room now" Stan said fidgeting with his fingers, I guess were just gonna pretend Stan didn't just vomit everywhere, I nodded as we headed back up Stan sat at his desk turning his chair towards me, "I'm bored, give me ideas" Stan slumped in his chair, we thought for a good minute, "I have to go home soon, maybe we could go to my place" I smiled, "sure, I haven't been there In forever" Stan got up walking to the door, "you came over last month" I followed, "I know Stan grinned as we both headed downstairs and to the front door.

We started walking to my house, we were silent and the only sound we could hear were our footsteps in the crunchy snow, Stan seemed to be nervous and shaky however I wasn't able to tell if he was maybe just cold, we turned onto my driveway and up to the front porch.

Stan knocked on the door, we waited until I saw my dad open the door, "oh, hey boys!" my dad said in a cheerful tone, "hi dad" I smiled as me and Stan both walked into the house and up to my room, it was messy but not as bad as Stan's room, "sorry about the mess" I rubbed the back off my neck, "it's fine" Stan replied, I sat on my bed with my back against the head board