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

Awkward and Regrettable

After that I threw up twice, maybe from the shock. If only I stayed silent then this situation wouldn't have happened, or maybe if I never tried to dig deep for answers we wouldn't even be here right now. Well I'd have to go downstairs anyways my bong is down there, I started heading downstairs, still shaken up a bit but Kyle is just sat on the couch.
I sat myself next to me and rushed to find my weed, grabbed it out my pocket along with my lighter and quickly did what I needed to, I cannot do this sober- atleast not today. I saw that the wine bottle still had stuff in it and tried to reach down for it, but Kyle beat me to it.
"You are NOT drinking after last night just stick to weed"
"Kyle are you mad?"
"Mad? Really? Yes I'm fucking mad!!"
"Kyle look I'm sorry-"
"Ok you're sorry thank god for that!"
I looked at his neck and nervously laughed, a hickey, and Jesus Christ at what size.
"Your neck.."
"Yeah Stan you've got quite a bit too."
I quickly leaped for my phone and opened the camera to see half of my neck covered in them
"Holy shit that means all the times I woke up with them they were yours?!"
I could see Kyle trying to avoid maintaining eye contact with me whilst pinching the bridge of his nose
"Look Stan this was stupid I'm just gonna go-"
"So soon?"
"Bye Stan, I lov-" he stopped what he was saying and rushed out the door, slamming it behind him.

"I love you too."

Well fuck it, summers looking good so far isn't it? I'll just try to forget about this for time being and deal with this hangover, never mind I can't leave this alone.
He just accidentally almost said I love you to me whilst leaving, is he even gay? I mean he's never had a girlfriend it explains a lot but I'm like his bestfriend?? Whatever I'm sure he's just playing about with the situation-
I finally decide to get up after what seemed like forever and went to the downstairs bathroom which had a bigger mirror than the one upstairs, I needed to check the damage.
I took my shirt off and to my surprise the hickeys were all over my neck, shoulders, collar bones and chest. What the fuck. Holy shit. I have work tomorrow??? Wait Kyle did these to me- oh my fucking god what did I do to him then??
I tried rubbing them off but it only made them so much worse and darker, more vibrant in colours too, I quickly put my shirt back on and rushed back to the living room to have more weed, hopefully it calmed me down I mean I'm going insane here at this point?? I quickly lit up then went on my phone, I got a message from Tweek,

Tweek - what the fuck did you do?
Stan - what do you mean?
Tweek - well Kyle was at yours last night now he's here and he refuses to speak??!!
Stan - shit happened that wasn't meant to happen, I fucked up
Tweek - what did you do.
Stan - he thought I was blacked out, but so did I- and we had a bit of a moment.. if you know what I mean..
Tweek - yeah I can tell by the massive fucking hickey!!
Stan - look I fucked up-
Tweek - it's just the fact that you weren't blacked out completely!!
Stan - would it make a difference if I was blacked out?
Tweek - ok I think I said too much-
Stan - wait no what do you mean??
Stan - Tweek???
Stan - what do you mean!!

I tried texting him a few more times after that but no answer, I also tried texting and ringing Kyle but still no fucking answer, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I had nothing to do either which didn't help because now I was stuck with my mind all day and to make matters even better it was storming outside. We never had completely dry summers there was storms here and there along with heavy rain, the only good way to spend the day was having a nice beer and a fat smoke up. I did exactly that, I turned on music in the background and just scrolled through my phone, I was really hoping to see a notification pop up from Kyle.
I don't know if I should be worried like I don't know I've just lost my best-friend, he always texts me back immediately and is usually the first to text, have I really hurt him this much?? It's all a lot to handle for him right now I guess, I went on my phone camera again to just check my neck one more time but also to take a picture of safe keeping.
I have to admit, Kyle was fucking brilliant at them. They were all a vibrant purple, almost like a galaxy if I'm being honest, they did look good and hey maybe I'd suit them after a while? Maybe soon I'll be able to actually do it sober.

DRAMA ALERT!!!! Will Kyle come back? What did Tweek even mean by all of that? Hope everyone is holding onto their socks, you're gonna need it :)