I can't believe what happened earlier. Fuck that Jew. I don't care anymore. I didn't do anything, nothing!!
KNOCK KNOCK
"COMING" I yell, hopefully it isn't Kyle. I open the door to see Stan.
Yes, it's not Kyle.
"Oh hey" I move aside for him to come on in. "Uhh we need to talk" he frowns "if it's about what happened, no. It's obvious he hates me. There's no explanation to it." I grab myself a cup of water. "Let him ATLEAST explain! He's in his bed crying, and we can't stop him, trust me, we've tried" Stan sighs. "If u can't help, I can't. He probably won't even want to see me
Ever.
Like never.." I mutter "he loves you y/n!!" Stan yells. "Sure." I say. "Ur so stubborn" he said "I'm not!" I yell. "Uh~Huh" he shrugs. "If it was me....I would want my closest friend to comfort me but NOW Im not his close friend" I shrug. "You are his closest friend" Stan comes over to where I am. "I don't know, lemma think..." I mumble.
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*UNEDITED*
MK THIS WAS ⬆️🔝
Bai~
