ready ☆ style au

☆ chapter four

   [ TW ; ALCOHOL ABUSE ]

  Stan couldn't sleep all night. The image of Scott trying to hurt Kyle was playing in his head like a broken record. He paced around his bedroom until he heard rustling from his bed. 

"Ugh, my head hurts," Kyle groans, sitting up in Stan's bed. Kyle massages his temples to try to ease the pain. "There's two painkillers on the nightstand and some water," Stan mumbles. "Why are you up so early?" Kyle asks, taking his pills. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?" Stan said, he stopped pacing to look at Kyle in the eyes. "Uh, I remember drinking with Scott and then he gave me a couple more shots and that's about it," Kyle tilts his head in curiosity. "Fuck," Stan says. "What? Did I do something dumb?" Kyle says, worried. "No, well, sorta, I don't even know," Stan groans. "Please don't tell me I did something crazy," Kyle said in fear. "Well, no, but someone almost fucked you, so I had to get involved," Stan says bluntly. "What!" Kyle exclaims, standing up. "Yeah, Scott tried some sketchy shit on you, luckily I was there and beat the shit out of him," Stan said, avoiding eye contact. "Oh, god," Kyle sits back down, putting his face in the palms of his hands. Stan sits beside him. "Uh, it's fine now, I took care of it, I'm just glad you're safe," Stan says, gently tracing circles on Kyle's back with his palm. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Stan, I shouldn't have gotten that drunk, especially with you there," Kyle frowns. "Hey, I told you to drink and have fun, sometimes we take a little too far and that's how we learn!" Stan sighed. "Take it from me, I'm the expert," Stan laughs. Kyle giggles softly

The boys take it easy today, sitting in bed, eating junk, and watching movies. And for some reason, Stan couldn't take his eyes off Kyle. As if he took his eyes off the boy he would get hurt. He wanted Kyle to be safe, he wanted Kyle to make sure he knew he was safe with Stan. 

"Why are you looking at me like that," Kyle giggles. Panic bubbled up in Stan's stomach. "Uh, you have something on your face and it looks funny," Stan nervously says. "Dude! Get it!" Kyle says, turning towards Stan. Stan looks at Kyle's eyes for a second, before moving to his lips, then his collarbones that were peeking out from his shirt. "Okay," Stan mumbles. He softly wipes off Kyle's cheek with his thumb, as if something were there. He sat there with his hand on Kyle's face, his fingers slightly trailing off to his jawline. "Okay, got it," Stan says, quickly removing his hand from Kyle's face. His face was soft and his freckles were so perfectly placed on his cheeks. 

They continue their movie but Stan couldn't focus. All he could think about was the lingering feeling of Kyle's skin on his fingertips. Occasionally taking glances at Kyle. He noticed something different every time; like the way his hair curled so naturally, the way his eyes had a touch of brown in the center of the green, how his freckles continued to his chest, to the way his lips curled into a smile when he saw a cute part in the movie. This boy was everything. Stan was confused why he thought about his friend like this, he's never even felt like this for a girl he liked. He wasn't gay though, right?

Stan's stomach started to ache, he was having cold sweats and his heart felt like it sunk into his stomach. 

"I'll be back," Stan mumbled, walking to the bathroom. "Do you want me to pause it?" Kyle asks so innocently. "Nah, I'm gonna be a while," Stan mutters. 

Stan closes the bathroom door, looking in the mirror, holding his upper body up with his arms on the bathroom counter. "Fuck," He whispers to himself. Stan washes his face with cold water and looks back up, he can't go back out there. He needs something, anything to keep his mind off the fact that Kyle was in his room. He didn't like these thoughts, Kyle was his best friend, he can't be attracted to him this much. Stan begins to panic even harder, his breathing was shallow and his palms were clammy. He walks out of the bathroom with a deep exhale and goes downstairs telling Kyle he was getting more snacks. 

Stan hesitates when he sees his father's alcohol stash. He always knew it was there but he never wanted it this bad until now.

He grabs a bottle of tequila and a six pack of beer. 

This shouldn't put him on his ass. Right?

Stan quietly opens the backdoor, walking out to the backyard, sitting himself down on a lawn chair. 

He sighs, without hesitation he takes a swig of the tequila, he forgot how much it burned but he loved it. It was a comforting feeling at this point. He opens a beer and takes a few sips before going back to the tequila. 

By the time he finished the beer, the tequila bottle was almost halfway gone. 

Since he hasn't drank in six months, he feels the buzz turn into drunk. 

He tried to stand but only fell, he laid on the grass, he felt sick. He felt disgusting. 

"Stan?" Stan hears from inside, the calls get closer and closer until Kyle is standing above him. "Fuck, Stan," Kyle frowns, tears build in his eyes. "Why? You were doing so good, Stan," Kyle says, a tinge of anger coming through his cracked voice. All Stan can do is laugh and cry. "Let's get you to bed," Kyle tries to put his hands on Stan's. "No! Don't fucking touch me, I can't stand you right now, Kyle, you're too much for me," Stan slurred. "What?" Kyle asks sadly. "I can't get you out of my head, I need you gone," Stan cried. Kyle stood there, looking down on Stan. Without a word Kyle leaves. "I was only trying to help," Kyle mutters. 

Stan felt horrible, even when being drunk. He curled into fetal position and cried. 

Eventually, he fell asleep.