"It happened again." ~ Stan x Kyle (Style)

A drunk love

(Warning: things might get spicy, no serious smut sorry I refuse to write anything more than making out because I feel like it's a bit wrong, enjoy...)

"Whatttttttttt!"
"Don't act fucking stupid Stan"
Kyle went over to the speaker and turned up the volume, specifically "life itself" by the glass animals were playing
"Stan I can read you like a children's book, I just know that you were thinking about what everyone tells you when you're hungover"
Thank god I was already half way to blacking the fuck out or else I'd have to remember this-
"Sh- puh- no-"
"Yeah, okay" Kyle could feel himself start to get drunk and pinched the bridge of his nose.
And that was it, I've blacked out now and- well I haven't? I can still feel what I'm thinking? I mean there's only one way to find out if I've completely blacked out in the morning so I'll just bite the bullet. I got up, still hobbling as I mean yeah I was quite drunk but oh well, "Pools" by glass animals was playing as I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in. I took my phone and speaker in one hand whilst my other was still pulling him in close, he had one of his hand on my waist and the full white wine bottle in the other, fuck I'm still aware of what I'm doing? I haven't pulled away- but neither has he??? Fuck it, it's happening anyway.
I slowly started pulling him to couch where I landed on my back and he landed on top of me, he pulled away to catch his breath and sat up, I followed his move and sat up too, I grabbed my bong and put new weed in and took a fat rip out of it, why haven't I blacked out yet? I still remember all of this?? This never happens what?? Kyle opened the white wine, took a sip then spoke up,
"I wish you'd actually remember all of the times this has happened."
He said it with a slurred speech but hey, There was my answer, this has happened more than once, but he kept speaking.
"The more this happens the better at kissing you get-"
I started coughing, mainly from the shock of what he said and also the weed hit a certain spot.. well fuck it I'll be blacked out sooner or later so I took the wine bottle out of his hand and served myself to a big sip and went in to him again, I brought him on top of me as this time he took the back of my neck, there we go. Here's the Blackout.

- time skip to morning -

What time is it? And what the fuck?? Why did I do it when I wasn't blacked out- shit I need to throw up-
I quickly ran over to the bathroom and did what I needed to, I was breathing quite heavily until I heard the door creek open a bit.
"Good afternoon Stan."
Kyle was still here??
"A-afternoon?"
"Yes Stan, it's 4pm"
Without thinking I accidentally blurted out something that set the room to silence.
"How long were we at it for last night-"
...
"You weren't blacked out. Oh my god you weren't blacked out."
"Kyle I-"
"Stan. You didn't tell me? You didn't wait till you were? Shit I thought you were already blacked out like as soon I got here yesterday??"
"I mean I did black out- but after I took a sip of the wine-"
"So you know what I said?"
I went silent and held my head up over the toilet.
"Stan, do you know what I said."
"You said you'd I wish I'd remember all of the times that has actually happened.."
Although I couldn't see him I just knew he stood there wide eyed.
"I'm sorry Kyle I didn't mean-"
"No need to apologise, I just- I just wish you would've told me. I-I'm gonna be downstairs, come down when you feel better."

And with that he left, what was I thinking, did I like him? But he's my best friend, but this isn't something that's easy to forget and it's also just about what he said, I mean yeah he was in a drunk state when said that but it was definitely not for no reason. Well, it's fair to say that this summer might be a shit show, I'm fucked.

OH MY GOD THIS KEPT ME UP ON MY TIPPY TOES. Jesus Christ it was hard to write though..