Why Do I Love You so Much(Style South Park)

Idk if I hate or love you

Kyle's pov

  That was wild Stan threw up outa no where. I'm glad he's ok though. It's kinda weird though, I got major déjà vu throughout the whole experience. Stan said he wanted to go hang out with Craig so I'll be alone for awhile. Since we got quarantined I'm  not able to go to work, which fucking sucks. There's nothing I do to fill my days other than work. I walk the the living room and switch the TV on. I click on Netflix and put on a random show. It was enough to distract me for now. I hate and love that I'm seeing Stan again. He really fucked me up. He stop texting me. He did romantic things with me but never liked me. He used me as a rebound from Wendy. That's how I see it. And now I'm letting stay in my house. The fuck was I thinking. 

  -~-~-

  The door opened and I could hear Stan walking in, "Where are you?"

  "The living room," I respond.

  He walked into the living room, brushing his fraying hair out his face, "So what've you been doing?" He asks awkwardly.

  "Watching TV."

  "Nice," the conversation was awkward, tense, and dry.

     I hate talking to him. Not sure if I hate him yet. If I hate him then why would I let him stay here. God I guess some old feelings are resurfacing. I'm being over dramatic over something that happened like 20 yrs ago. I was so lost in thoughts that I haven't realized he's sat right next to me, "Are you feeling better?"

   "What do you mean?" He asks.

   "You threw up," I remind him.

   His face contorts in one of embarrassment and red, "Oh yea, I'm feeling better."

   "Your face is red why?"

  He puts his hands to his cheeks, "Maybe I'm not feeling so good."

  I sigh, "I'll get you some water."

   This guy, I cant keep up with him. I grab a cup and pour cold water into it, and bring it to him, "Here it'll help if you hot."

   He nods and takes the cup, "Thanks."

  "Yep, ima go to the bathroom though."

  I walk up the stairs to the bathroom where her threw up, I disinfected it so it's ok now. Then somthing clicked as I thought of him throwing up. It was a memory from Highschool, "hey Wendy!" Stan said leaning up against a wall. She smiled at him, "Hey Stan, what's up!" 

  He tried to respond but instead he ran to the nearest trash can and threw up, "Omg! Stan are you ok?" Wendy said running up to him.

   I watch the scene unfold as I hide behind someone's car  laughing my ass of. He ran away from her and to me, "That always happens whenever I talk to her."

  "I know you always throw up when you talk someone you like."

  "You always throw up over someone you like," I repeat the words in my head. 

  Holy shit.  

Ok but holy shit 1.1K READS????!!! OMFG TY SMMM I DIDNT THINK PEOPLE WOULD WANNA READ THIS but ig u guys do so Ty for that lol. I'm sorry for not updating in a looonng time I jst have no ideas for this book anymore. It's a chore to jst write it. I'll will try to finish up this shit story soon tho. Again TY TY TYYYYYY FOR READING AND READ MY BENDY STORY MRS.POTATO HEAD!!!!!!