vacation (style au)

Chapter 3

THE IMAGE IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO
THATS MY DOG HER NAMES BELLE 😔 (I call her pookie)

~

Kyle: hey dude

Stan: hiii

Kyle: what r u doing today?

Stan: idk, probably just hanging out at the beach. I mean, thats what we came here to do

Kyle: oh ok! I wanted to see if I could take u around the town, maybe show u the board walk? I know this place by heart.

Stan: ofc that sounds pretty cool!! Ill ask my mom

I stare at the messages for a few seconds before sighing and plopping my head on my pillow.
Why am I getting so worked up over this he's just asking to hang out??

My mind turns to what shells said earlier. I might be gay? This feeling kinda feels like how I felt when I met Wendy for the first time. But slightly different. More, in a way. But I'm not gay, I like girls.
I go on Google. It's the only way I'll ever know.

Bisexual. Huh. I look for a few minutes more before closing the tab. So.. Theres a good chance I'm bisexual. I sigh, this is so fucking confusing.
Of course I cant fall asleep after what happened this morning, how could I? I just had to sit awake in bed, with coffee, and the ringing of Shelley's voice saying, 'you need to be open with your feelings and accept them.'

Fuck. Even if I am bi, I'm still dating Wendy. And I still love her. How do I fucking- how do I do this?? And even if I didn't love her and wanted to break up, I'm not gonna be that shitty to break up with her over text. That, and obviously I dont want to cheat on her.
I'm not that kind of person, I'm not- I pause my thoughts as I realize, I'm not Wendy.

She cheated on me with Tolkien.
I sprawl my arms and legs out on my bed slapping my phone down with them.
I stare at the ceiling, and take a deep breath.
Goddammit this vacation was supposed to be relaxing, not me stressing over a boy that made me question my sexuality.

Kyle. Kyle Kyle Kyle. I can't get my mind off of him either. Fuck my life.
I sit up and take a sip of my now cold coffee, because I forgot I had it, and sigh.
I mumble some curse words, because why not, and I stumble out of bed, coffee in hand.
I'm gonna need this shit today.

~

The couch in the living room sinks under my weight as I watch the people start to set up their umbrellas and towels at the beach.
I stare for a second, and then notice Kyle. I continue to look at him, his arms, God hes got MUSCLES, he easily lifts the umbrella like it's nothing. Ive carried one of those things, they're HEAVY. He lifts it abo- HE LIFTS IT ABOVE HIS HEAD? JESUS CHRIST- HOW??? 

I stare in amazement, until he turns around to look behind him. And then we LOCK EYES.
I quickly take a sip of my coffee, hoping that he was just looking at the condo. And then I start choking.
As I spit-cough out my coffee, I look up quickly, and he's STILL looking at me.
I quickly look down. Fuck.
My phone buzzes, so I pick it up, still coughing.

Kyle: u good??

Stan: im fine thank you for asking

Kyle: u don't look it
Were u choking??

Stan: yeah the coffee was a bit spicy

Kyle: oh

Stan: ye
*yeah

Kyle: Anyway, still up for me showing u around the town?

Stan: havent asked my mom yet, I wanted to wait until she got up