86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

23

(Day 520)

"And, you guys haven't talked since?"

"Nope. Can't even look at him at work. Hurts too fucking bad."

Craig took another swig of the whiskey from Stan's flask. "Who do you think it was?"

He nodded towards the new invites to Clyde's game night. "Tolkien, or Kelly."

"Not Wendy?"

Stan shook his head, noticing Wendy only sitting with Bebe across the room. "Nah. I think Tolkien cheated on her with Kelly."

Flicking his eyebrows up with curiosity, Craig chuckled dryly. "You really think Tolkien would've spent that much time obsessing over Wendy just to cheat on her only.. what? A few months later?"

There was a lot of alcohol in his system, Stan could admit that, but he was starting to piece everything together in his life. The confidence oozing off of him was unusual. "Yeah, 'cause I don't-I don't think he has the capacity to care for anyone? Kelly wants Kenny, too.. Fucking whore.. and, they both hate me, so.."

The knock at the door caught Craig and Stan's attention. Since their huge fight four days ago, Stan had been giving Kenny the cold shoulder, solely determined on figuring out how to handle things from here. He was too angry at Kenny to mend things with him yet, and while Craig knew all of this, he still reminded him of their game night before they left work.

He was tired of watching the stupid dance, Craig wanted to see the fight. He knew he was an asshole, but if everyone ended up happier after it all, then what was really the harm?

So, when Kenny and Tammy walked in, Stan immediately stared daggers into Craig's skull. "You sneaky little bitch! And, you got me drunk on purpose!"

Now that Stan had caught onto his game, Craig smirked, and stood. His work was done. "Good luck, Marsh! You know where to find me if you need back up."

God, I fucking hate Craig. Stan growled to himself as he watched his "friend" stagger across the room to Tweek, and capture him in a long kiss. He rolled his eyes, even the biggest asshole had someone, and that might've been saying more about the kind of person Stan was. He didn't know anymore.

What he did know was how painfully obvious it was to everyone at the party that there was tension between him and Kenny. Conversations lulled to whispers as Kenny's eyes fell on him, alone at a table with a bottle of whiskey grasped in his hand.

Instead of taking a confrontational approach, Stan escaped to the patio. If it wasn't a jump that was guaranteed to break his legs, Stan would've sprinted home. He didn't want to be there. Kyle had been zero help recently too, and although he was happy to see his super best friend in a healthy relationship, Stan's loneliness was beginning to swallow him. Literally, everyone else at the party had someone, except him.

"Maybe, there is something wrong with me.." Stan muttered as he took another swig from his flask, the cool air tussling hair away from his eyes.

There was a part of him that wanted Kenny to come out, and fight with him. If he fought with him, that meant that he wanted Stan to be part of his life, but the more time went by with no one attempting to reach out - he gave up. He decided that Kenny won, everyone else won.

The party didn't react to his reentrance, mainly because everyone was too busy playing a drinking game, and already seemed pretty hammered. Stan stood there, glaring at the back of Kenny's head for a moment. He was starting to hate loving him.

With the fifth of whiskey from the counter grasped in his hand openly, Stan left without a word. It wasn't like any of them cared, anyway. Everything hurt, too, he needed the liquor.