Stan hadn't meant to kiss Gary. In fact, Stan really regretted kissing Gary right now, but for some reason, when it had happened, Stan wasn't really thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he hadn't been drinking a lot, not wanting to disappoint Kyle again. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been questioning for a while now, and wanted any chance he could get to test it out.
In any case, Stan hadn't fought it when Gary kissed him. He'd even go as far to say he enjoyed the kiss, but that much was obvious to everyone who saw them snog for almost thirty minutes on the couch. After a while though, Stan just couldn't do any more and he gasped, breaking away from his blonde friend. Gary had looked at him, a questioning gaze set upon him.
"It's okay if you don't want to kiss anymore Stan." Gary smiled that tantalizing smile again, bright teeth shining, but it wasn't the smile Stan had wanted to see tonight.
"Yeah, sorry Gary, I mean it was amazing and all, but I've got to find Kyle." Stan was flushed but Gary nodded, smirking.
"I knew there was no way I could've gotten in between you two...See you around Stan!" Gary spoke casually, turning around and waving. Stan stood confused for a minute. 'Gotten in between us? What does he mean by that?' Stan questioned himself. He turned around, searching for Kyle around the room. He was nowhere to be found.
Stan walked to the kitchen where Bebe, Wendy, and Clyde stood talking. He cringed when he met eyes with Wendy, but gathered the courage up to talk to them. Bebe was glaring at him, to which he was very confused.
"Hey guys, have you seen Kyle? Did he go home already...?" Wendy sighed disappointedly before turning to Bebe, her eyebrow raised. Bebe scoffed.
"Shouldn't you, as his best friend know where he is? Or were you too busy making out to notice..." Her voice was laced in anger, and Wendy grabbed her hand to calm her down. She blushed and stopped talking.
"I uh-" The black haired boy stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Stan, I saw him go upstairs earlier. Maybe check up there first?" Wendy spoke calmly, with a bit of an edge, but still, she smiled at him. Stan thanked her and then sprinted to the stairs, glancing at her quickly before leaving. Bebe was right, he should have been paying attention to Kyle. After all, Kyle hated parties, that's probably why he went upstairs in the first place. Stan checked all the rooms and only one had the door closed. 'That must be where Kyle is' his mind told him.
"Kyle? Are you in there?" He knocked on the door, hearing some talking before he opened it.
"Kyle-" His face fell at the sight. First of all, it was obvious that Kyle had been crying. His long eyelashes were damp, and streaks stained his cheeks. Second, he looked as though he had been drinking too; his face was flushed, and his pupils were dilated. Kyle never drank, meaning something really bad must have happened. And third, he was laying in the lap of someone else, someone else being Tolkien Black. When Stan said laying, he meant it as Kyle was literally draped across the other boy's legs. Stan gritted his teeth.
"Hey Stan..." Tolkien looked up at him, a strained smile on his face. Stan looked down, to see Tolkien's hand in Kyle's hair. KYLE'S HAIR. Kyle only let Stan touch his hair. Only Stan. So why was his best friend letting someone else touch his beautiful curls? And why did it look like Kyle was enjoying it too? Stan's fingers twitched.
"Tolkien... what uh... what happened to Kyle?" Kyle looked up at his name and Tolkien sweated profusely, waiting for tears to burst out again. Kyle surprisingly, just stared at Stan.
"He had a little... breakdown downstairs so I just.. you know..." Stan felt anger build up inside of him. Heat rose to his face, watching Kyle push farther into Tolkien, his green eyes wide and watery.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped him out! I'm his super best friend!" His voice rose to almost a shout, his eyebrows scrunched in frustration. Tolkien looked worried but it was soon replaced by smugness. He could push Stan a little more, test the water a little. After all, he had the cards right now.
"I don't know Stan... you were pretty busy." Tolkien tried to hide the small smirk that spread across his face while talking to the boy standing in front of him. Stan's face went red. He stuttered, his gaze flitting down to Kyle who's eyes were tearing up.
" Kyle was so sad and lonely... I just had to help ." He feigned sadness and started tucking Kyle's hair behind his ear, Kyle leaning into the touch. Stan's fist grew tight, and he stared daggers at the rich boy.
"Thanks, but I can do it from here Tolkien, I'll take him home. C'mon Kyle." He grabbed Kyle's hand, gently pulling him up from the other boy's lap. Tolkien was still worried but he allowed the other to take his friend. They made eye contact one more time, and Tolkien frowned.'
"Take care of him Marsh."
Stan held his friend tight to his side as he took him down the stairs. Kyle was whining about how Stan was gripping him too hard, but Stan wouldn't let go. Before he left Clyde's house, he saw Bebe staring and smiling at him, something glinting in her eyes. He quickly turned around before heading out to his car.
"Tolkien? Where's Tolkiennnn?" Kyle slurred his words. Stan slammed his car door aggressively after he placed his friend in the passenger's seat. He got into his side of the car, glaring, as he gripped the steering wheel. Fucking Tolkien.
He thought about bringing Kyle back to Stan's house but it was way too far away from here and Stan didn't want to risk crashing. Instead, he drove to Kyle's house which was only ten minutes away.
When they got out of the car, Kyle had slumped on Stan. Tears still dripped down his face a bit, but it had mostly stopped. Stan was thankful for that as he didn't want to get caught by Sheila.
They walked up the steps to his house and Stan found the spare key under the pot next to them. He unlocked the door quietly and dragged his best friend inside. He closed the door as silently as he could before lugging Kyle to the stairs. They went up very slowly and once they made it to the top, Stan heaved a sigh of relief.
Kyle's bedroom door was already opened so they slipped inside and closed it. Stan laid Kyle on his bed, the tall boy already half asleep.
"I can't believe... I thought he'd like me...Why did he kiss- why?" Kyle mumbled and Stan looked at him in interest. Kyle had been spouting nonsense about some guy for the past twelve minutes. Stan thought it might've been himself but the thought died out remembering the way Tolkien held him. The hope withered in Stan's stomach and he looked away from the boy.
"Go to sleep Kyle." Kyle suddenly shifted around before jerking around. He held his mouth and Stan's eyes widened as he knew what was going to happen next. He opened the door to the bathroom and Kyle sprinted in. 'Is this how Kyle feels whenever he comes over?' Stan sighed at the thought and sat on Kyle's bed.
When he returned, his face was drained with color, and his eyes were tired. Stan held him by the waist and helped him into bed.
"Goodnight Kyle." He watched his friend close his eyes before he got into bed next to him. Neither of them had bothered changing into pajamas. Stan stayed up, his eyes drifting to Kyle's red hair. Why had Kyle let Tolkien of all people touch it? He rarely talked to Tolkien at all...right? Now that Stan thinks about it, they had been close since the whole valentine's day tik tok thing.
Before Stan could stop himself, his fingers reached into Kyle's head of hair, gently stroking through it. Kyle grumbled a little bit but didn't wake. Stan needed to get rid of every touch Tolkien had laid on his friend. Kyle hummed happily as Stan raked through his hair. Stan blushed and sat up, staring at Kyle's face. Freckles painted his cheeks and neck, and Stan watched as his long, dark red lashes fluttered.
Had his best friend always looked so beautiful?
