Hey Emo Boy

12

Stan Marsh

Kyle instantly pushed me off and backed away. "Stan, what the fuck?" I stared at him, unable to say any words. I felt my stomach churn and I knew what was about to happen. I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't. I puked all over Kyle's bed. "Oh god!...I'm sorry.." I said as I wiped my mouth.

Kyle just closed his eyes and covered his mouth. "Gross.." He muttered, his voice muffled. This was weird. The only times I ever through up were when I had a fever and when....

I'm gay.

Am I?

I don't know at this point. There was no reason for me to kiss Kyle. There was no reason to throw up on his bed. "I...I think I should leave," I said. He nodded. "Yes."

I got up and grabbed my things, running to the bathroom to get changed. The taste of the puke lingered in my mouth, it was disgusting. I pulled my shoes on before sneakily sneaking out of Kyle's house, leaving him to clean up the mess I left behind.

That's how it usually was. I would fuck something up and leave everyone else to take care of the mess. It was always like that.

I ran to my house and burst through the door, nobody was home. I ran upstairs to my room and locked myself in it. I wanted to cry. Instead, I reached under my bed and grabbed the beer that I had been storing. I opened a bottle and stared at it before chugging it, the cool liquid running down my throat.

I finished one bottle. Then two. Then three. I don't know how much beer I chugged that night, all I remember is falling onto my bed and sobbing like a little baby. I think I passed out after that, because when I opened my eyes it was nighttime.

My mom was sitting at the edge of my bed, a worried yet disappointed look was plastered on her face. "Stan," she said softly. "I'm so glad you're alright." I slowly sat up, my head was pounding. "Mom?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "I'm here."

I sniffled, tears still forming in my eyes. "What happened?" She asked. I knew shr saw the beer, the bottle were scattered on my floor and bed. I cried softly, wiping my nose with the back of my arm. "Mom.." I sobbed softly. She quickly pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly. I held her just as tightly, griping onto the back of her shirt and crying into her shoulder.

"I'm an idiot.." I whispered between sobs. She patted my head softly. "No you're not," she told me. "Tell me what happened." I sobbed more, clinging onto her like I did when I was younger. "Mom...I...I messed up.." She rubbed my back reassuringly. "Why?" She asked, her voice still soft and gentle. "I...kissed kyle..." I confessed, my voice was shaky, so was my body.

She tensed up, but her grip on me didn't loosen. She sighed softly. "Oh Stanley.." She whispered. I could hear her sniffles. "Mom....I...I think I'm gay.." I finally muttered out. She swallowed hard before taking a deep breath. "I love you so, so much. I will always love you, unconditionally, alright?"

That only caused me to sob harder. I nodded slowly. "Y-yeah.." She smiled and kissed my forehead. "But still, I messed things up with Kyle," I told her. "Well...you should talk to him."

Maybe that would be a good idea. Right now, I wasn't in the right spot. Everything was falling apart. Maybe he would understand. I hoped he would understand. "Thank you.." I muttered, loosening my grip on my mom but still keeping the hug.

She smiled, rubbing my back once more. I let go of her and stared at her, wiping my tears. "I'm sorry. For...for those," I said, pointing at the beer bottles. She shrugged. "I won't make such a big deal of it. Just promise me one thing, don't...don't end up like your father."

I nodded, lacing my pinky with hers. "I pinky promise," I smiled with a small chuckle. She laughed as well. It felt nice to have these moments with my mom, I rarely had them anymore. And it was all my fault. I had been such a bitch to her.

I hugged her one last time before she left my room. I sat in silence, looking around. I got up and three as many beer bottles as I could find into the trash before returning to my very comfortable bed and laying down, pulling my comforter over me. I assumed it was late, so I drifted off to sleep.

I tried not to think too much about Kyle, that was a Monday problem. Instead, I thought about my mom. It made me feel better, her voice was always reassuring, and she always said the right things to comfort me. I was very insanely grateful for her, even if I had just realized it. She had done so much for me, it was time I stared to appreciate and respect her, she deserved it.

I soon fell into a very deep sleep, somehow it was one of the best sleeps I've ever gotten. But I was definitely not looking for the terrible hangover that would takeover tomorrow.

Ummmm.....so I updated. :D
This chapter has a little bit of angst, but it's cringy so I'm sorry you had to read it. Anywaysss...thanks for cheering me on so much, it's giving me so much motivation. Ty for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter. Also make sure to like and subscribe ;)