---Kyle's pov---
You: Dude, that's not how this works.
SBF<3: Why not?
You: You can't just tell me you're coming over at 2:34 am on a school night!
SBF<3: Open your door already.
I sigh and sit down my phone before heading down the stairs as quietly as I can.
I open the door to let Stan in, and he just pushes past me.
"Hello to you, Stan," I say closing the door and following him upstairs to my room.
I close my room door as Stan flops down on my bed.
"So, are you just going to take my bed, or are you going to tell me why you're here now?" I ask folding my arms and sitting next to Stan.
"It's Wendy."
I swear to god I'm going to stab myself.
"Could this really not wait until the morning?" I ask pushing Stan over slightly so I could lie down.
I lay next to him and close my eyes.
"No, it couldn't, Kyle. You don't understand," he says.
I sigh again, "What happened this time?"
To sum up what Stan said; Wendy and him had broken up again. And this time, the reason he came over, was because she told him it's my fault.
"You seriously think it's my fault your girlfriend broke up with you?" I ask reopening my eyes to stare at Stan.
He stared at me, as if I were stupid.
