Play Pretend | South Park Style

Part 17

I felt myself awakening slowly but kept my eyes shut, not wanting to wake up yet. The sun shined inside my room, I could feel its comforting warmth touching my face. However, something felt off. 

"Kyle?" I whispered, slowly shifting my position on the bed so that I could look behind me. To my surprise, he wasn't there. The bed was empty right next to me. 

Sighing softly, I sat up and immediately felt a light headache. It's probably because of the alcohol I drank yesterday...

Right.

Yesterday happened.

A part of me wanted to forget about what happened yesterday, but the other didn't. While thinking and deciding if my actions yesterday were necessary, I got dressed for school.

My outfits are pretty boring, I must say so myself. Over the years my taste in fashion has changed. The only thing that has stayed the same in my appearance is my hat.

I often find myself wearing baggy clothes, just because they are comfortable and easy to slide into. Today I wore baggy jeans with a hoodie, nothing special. Oh, and my dirty and outworn Converse, of course.

After I got dressed I walked over to the bathroom, brushing my teeth. I'm still trying to remember everything that happened yesterday, somehow, there are a few gaps in my memory. I got drunk, and then I only remember Kyle taking care of me.

Well, yeah.

Kyle.

How could I forget that Kyle came over? Especially after what happened last night. And when I say that, I don't mean me being the stupid idiot I am and drinking until I couldn't walk straight, but the other part. The part where I was somewhat sober and fucking with my best friend.

I spat the toothpaste that was in my mouth out into the sink, then washed the rest that was in my mouth out with water. 

Thinking about Kyle, where did he go? Was he downstairs? Or did he run off like the time we almost kissed inside the barn after riding Max? It's like he teleported out of my bed. 

Once I finished getting myself freshened up in the bathroom, I went downstairs into the kitchen. My heart made a little jump when I saw the curly-haired redhead sitting at the small table. "Morning...How late is it?" I asked, realising I didn't even know the current time.

Kyle looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "It's seven o'clock. Oh, I saw your mom... She offered us a ride to school."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me after hearing that. If there's one thing I hate it's taking the bus to school. It is always so loud. "Cool... How long have you been up for?" I continued, trying to keep the conversation going. 

He shrugged, looking down at his phone to check the time. "Hm, not too long... I woke up a half hour before you." 

Is it just me, or is this conversation awkward? I mean, very, fucking awkward. This is the type of awkwardness I try to avoid, I'll admit that. My solution? Brush it off. What else can I do?

I walked up to the kitchen counter, taking a cup out of the top shelf. "Coffee?" I ask.

Kyle hesitated, thinking to himself if he wanted some or not. "No, I don't like coffee. Can I have tea instead?" He finally replied and I went ahead to make him some. Surprisingly, I remember how he likes his tea. No milk or sugar... Just water with flavour is what I'd call it. But if he enjoys it, it's fine.

After a few minutes, I set his cup of tea down in front of him and sat down as well with my coffee. 

"You are planning on telling her today, right?" He broke the silence. "Hm?" I hummed, raising one of my eyebrows.

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. "Christ... Is that alcohol still dancing around in your system or what? You will tell Wendy, right?" He repeated his question but more clearly.

I could feel my body get more tense, even stiffen up. At some point, I'll need to tell her and I know that. But it's so difficult. So fucking difficult. Hurting her feelings is the least I want to do, and it wasn't on my to-do list either. Well, not like I have one anyway.

Kyle cleared his throat softly, snapping me back to reality. "So?"

"Uh, yeah. I will tell her after school..." Liar. 

"Good, it's for the best... She will end up more hurt if you wait." He added, then took a sip from his tea.

The problem is that I knew Kyle was right. He's always right, I just hate to admit it. It makes me look and feel stupid. That's all I thought about while my mom drove us to school.

She was having a conversation with Kyle, who sat in front. I don't mind sitting in the back, that way, I can look out of the window and listen to my music without anyone bothering me. Fun fact, whenever I'm in the car I listen to The Smiths. 

I hummed along with the song that was currently being played, which was 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now'.

Kyle turned his head, looking at me. "The Smiths? Right? I love the Smiths." He said.

He was talking to me, but I couldn't quite get what was coming out of his mouth because of the music blasting into my ears. I took my earphones out. "Sorry?"

"I said I love the Smiths." He repeated. To be completely honest, I didn't expect that. Kyle was the type of person who often listened to Lana Del Rey, Mitski or Faye Webster. It did make me happy, knowing he listened to my favourite bands of all time. 

I smiled in response and put my earphones away once we arrived at school. Me and Kyle both said my mom goodbye and walked inside of the building. 

Wendy stood by my locker like she did every morning. How can I possibly tell her about all of this...What if it'll crush her? 

She waved at me and I waved back at her, slowly making my way over. "Hi! I called you last night but you didn't...--" She stopped mid-sentence, looking at me as if she could stare into my soul.

"Uh... Wendy?" I waved my hand in front of her face. She blinked a few times before continuing her sentence. "You didn't pick up. Uh, it's alright! Forget about it. I... Uhm... Promised to meet Bebe before class, sorry." 

Before I could even reply, she turned around and left. What on earth was wrong with her? She acted as if she saw a ghost and ran off. 

Oh, well. I'll just text her to meet me after school...I guess.