Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

fleeting butterflies💓

New chap. Enjoy. 

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(Stans pov)

They walked up the stairs, side by side and not saying a word. The silence made it harder to hide his uneven breathing, out of breath from the amount of steps they'd climbed. It was an apartment building, around four floors that they were currently going up. Kyle had told him they were going to the rooftop.

The walk towards the apartment was long and tiring. So long that it was already night. plus the walk up the stairs. Who could blame Stan if he was a little out of breath?

"You need a break, dude?" Kyle asked after giving Stan a glance.

A break? Him? Of course not. Stan the man doesn't need no break.

"Oh god, yes." Stan uttered breathily, taking a moment to stop and catch his breath.

Kyle snorted and came to a stop, waiting patiently for Stan.

"Jesus. Do you do this a lot? You're not even close to out of breath" Stan asked, taking occasional breaths between words.

Kyle crossed his arms, smiling fondly. "Do I have to mention this to you every time? I've been out here longer than you, Mr 'I lived in the borders.' " He reminded.

Stan chuckled quietly. "Fuck off. I have the memory of a goldfish."

Kyle hummed "You do, don't you?" he teased.

With a cheeky smile, Stan ran his hand up the stair rail beside him, gathering dust, and flicked it towards Kyle, speckles landing on his dark green jacket.

Kyle gasped and gaped down at his jacket, now speckled in dust. He laughed in disbelief. "Asshole." He said, his eyes flicking back to Stan.

Stan shrugged with both palms facing upwards. and then he started a backwards stroll up the stairs, facing Kyle. "You deserved it." He said simply.

Kyle scoffed playfully, following behind Stan. "I will chase you up these stairs."

"No you won't." Stan joked.

"Fuck off. I totally will."

"You won't be able to. I'm too fast for you, Kyle."

"Were you not out of breath like, five seconds ago?"

Stan brought a hand up to his chin and looked up, feigning thought "Hmm. No. I don't know what you're talking about."

Kyle smirked, his slow walk developing into a run. Stan blinked, realizing Kyle was Actually chasing him. He gasped. Well shit. He swerved around, running up the stairs, trying his best not to trip as Kyle raced behind him.

Luckily for Stan, they were reaching the two doors that lead out onto what Stan's assuming is the rooftop. Stan rushed his way towards them, Kyle hot on his tail. As he burst through the doors, he felt Kyle closing in on him.

Shit. Shit. Shit–

"Okay, Okay! Fuck, you win! I– Woah." Stan trailed off in awe, taking in his surroundings. Kyle ran up next to him, giggling and breathing heavily. His laugh bubbled down as he joined Stan in glancing around at their surroundings.

There were stringed lights, twinkling and glowy, hung up on the walls, the electricity emitting a quiet hum. And weirdly enough, plopped right in the middle of the rooftop, was a comfy looking couch.

It was a white, almost grey colour. It didn't have arm rests on the side, but the couch itself looked cosy enough to make up for that. There was a rug underneath it, leaking out. On that rug and in front of the couch was a small wooden table, chipped and worn out, a completely different vibe from the couch sat in front of it.