---Stan's pov---
What could have possibly happened last night?
Kenny starts laughing, "Oh God, you really don't remember, huh?"
"What happened, Kenny?" I ask, now more nervous about what happened.
"You and Kyle were so-"
"Stan!" I turn and see Kyle walking towards me completely dressed now, "We should go."
I nod slightly, "Yeah, okay," I say staring at Kenny.
Kyle nods and grabs my arm pulling me down the stairs.
I stare at Kenny still, he smiles at me and waves.
What happened between Kyle and I last night?
"Hey uh Kyle?" I ask.
Kyle glances briefly at me, "What's up, Stan?"
"What happened last night?" I ask.
Kyle stops walking for a second, but shakes his head and continues walking again, "Not much. Did you really get that drunk?"
"I guess..." I reply, "Kenny said something happened. What did he mean?"
"What did Kenny say?" Kyle asks.
I shrug slightly, "He said that something happened between us last night. So, what happened?"
Kyle sighs, "I told you. Nothing. Nothing happened. Just forget about it, Stan."
I don't believe him.
I drop Kyle off at home and head back to my house.
Whatever happened can't be that bad.
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