ready ☆ style au

☆ chapter two

     Stan wakes up to music playing, it was soft. 

The black-haired boy rubs his eyes and looks towards Kyle's spot. He wasn't there, but it was warm. Stan looks around the room in confusion until he hears his bathroom door open. 

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Kyle smiles, drying his hair with a towel. He was in new clothes but they weren't his, they were Stan's. 

"Uh," Stan say's his voice raspy with sleep. All he can do is stare, Kyle's hair was wet but still curly and his hoodie looked so good on Kyle. 

"No, not at all," Stan mutters, resting his head on the pillow to face Kyle. 

"Okay, good," Kyle says, throwing his towel into the basically full laundry basket next to Stan's door. 

"So, what do you want to do today?" Kyle says, sitting on the end of the bed. "Oh, yeah, no school," Stan mumbled. "Uh, what about the park?" Stan says, sitting up. "Sure, sure, I'll call the others and see if they want to join," Kyle says, spraying cologne on himself. 

Stan stands up and gets ready for the day, he looked in the mirror and touched his deep purple eye bags and groaned. He was a recovering alcoholic and he's been drinking since he was nine, it was a hard thing to do but with the help of his best friend he got through it, but for some reason he craved some so much in the mornings when Kyle was over. 

There was two soft knocks on the door that snapped Stan into reality, "Hey, dude, you've been in there for a while, are you okay?" Kyle says on the other side of the door. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, I'm almost done," Stan says, splashing cold water onto his face, feeling the rough stubble on his chin and around his lips. Stan opens the door to see Kyle sitting on his bed, putting on his green hat. Sometimes Stan wondered why Kyle was so adamant about wearing his hat, the man has beautiful hair. 

"You ready?" Kyle says, tying his shoelaces. "Yeah, for sure," Stan smiles.

The boys walked to the park in comfortable silence, Stan usually has his eyes on Kyle and Kyle's were on the pavement. 

"Hey dipshits!" Kyle exclaimed, waving to the others. 

There was six other boys in their friend group, Kenny McCormick, Butters Stotch, Tolkien Black, Clyde Donovan, Tweek Tweak, and Craig Tucker. They all got along pretty well, despite the fact that Kyle and Stan were the only single ones in the group. 

"Hey, homos," Craig says, flipping the two off. 

"Says you," Kyle rolls his eyes, pointing towards Craig's hands that were resting in his boyfriend, Tweek's, hair. 

"Eek, Yeah C-Craig, that's p-pretty homo of you," Tweek giggles, sitting up from Craig's lap. 

The boys laugh and talk about how happy they were that school was done for the summer. 

"So, I'm having a party at my house this week, on Wednesday," Clyde says, on his phone. "We'll be there," Craig says, resting his head on Tweek's shoulder. "You already know I will," Tolkien smiles, playfully punches Clyde's shoulder. "Uh, yeah I'll be there if Stan will be there," Kyle smiles. "I guess I'm down," Stan says. 

The boys spend the rest of the day together, snacking on whatever Clyde brought from home and laughing. 

Soon, the sun sets and most of them have already left to go home.

"Shit, Shelley is going to be home soon, we better get going," Stan says, checking his phone. "Okay, see you at the party, guys," Kyle waves, walking away with Stan. 

The walk was quiet again, this time Stan was smoking a cigarette, he was having trouble with the lighter so Kyle lit it for him, this made Stan's heart beat faster than usual. 

Stan sighs as he walks into his home, taking himself and Kyle upstairs to his bedroom. They sit on the bed without a word and put on a horror film. 

"God, this movie is so gore-y," Kyle groans, covering his eyes. "Pussy," Stan chuckles. "Fuck off," Kyle rolls his eyes, turning off the movie. "Hey! Why'd you do that, I love that movie," Stan says, shoving Kyle playfully. "It was pointless, it was just gore and boobs," Kyle sighs, shoving Stan back. "I love both of those things," Stan smirks. Kyle gives him a blank stare and tackles him off the bed. "Dude! What the fuck!" Stan says trying to fight Kyle off. "You're so funny when you're mad," Kyle says, pinning Stan to the floor. Stan's heart did that thing again, his face was red and all he could do is stare. 

After a few minutes in this position Stan catches Kyle off-guard and rolls him over so he's pinning down the red-haired. 

"Okay, Stan Marsh, this is super gay," Kyle smiles. "Fuck you," Stan laughs, still blushing. The two stand up, Stan helping Kyle get up. They get tucked into bed and say their 'goodnight's. 

After about fifteen minutes or so, Kyle turns to face Stan. "Hey, are you awake?" Kyle whispers. "Yeah," Stan says, turning around to face Kyle. "Are you going to be okay at the party? Usually Tolkien gets all the alcohol out for these kind of things," Kyle says, frowning. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay," Stan said. 

The two turn back around and Kyle almost immediately falls asleep. 

Stan was stuck with thoughts of alcohol, especially worried about the party. 

[ A/N : hi hi, its me again! i hope you guys are enjoying the story so far, it's been fun writing it, i'm also starting a couple other stories/oneshots if you are interested! okay bye bye <3 ]