K2; ((5 A.M))

bitter whiskey

The next day, both boys woke up. They got ready, and decided to take it easy until the party. They stayed in their pjs, and watched t.v.

Kenny decided to watch one of those crime series. He sighs, as the series floods back memories in which a majority of the fourth graders blocked it from t.v. so their parents wouldn't kill each other or something. Kyle pulled up FaceTime, and called Stan. Stan answered almost immediately. 

"Hey, how's it going?"

"It's going great! How's summer school?"

"Bleh. It sucks."

Kyle laughed. Kenny turned around, and when he saw Kyle, his heart stopped.

Kyle was completely helpess. He gazed at his phone, and listened to Stan ramble about how much summer school sucked. He smiled, and laughed at every single joke he made even if it wasn't funny. Kenny paused, then got up. 

"I'm going out for a walk. Be right back."

Kyle was a little confused, but he let it slide.

"Alright. Just please be back by 7 pm."

It was eight, and the party already begun. Kyle was changed, and ready. He called Kenny multiple times, and spammed him. He never answered. Kyle even checked outside.

The motorcycle was gone.

Kyle ended up calling a family member for a ride. He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried. Once he got to the party, he ran around looking for him. 

The party was loud. Everyone was talking, and music was blaring. Kyle had difficulty breathing, but he shook it off. He felt his heart race, but he ran to look for Kenny. He stumbled across the bar, and saw a familiar parka.

"Kenny?!"

He ran towards him. Kyle felt rage boil inside him. 

"Where the actual FUCK have you been?!"

Kenny simply turned around. He held a bottle of bitter whiskey. There were many empty bottles surrounding him. His eyes were red. 

"Uh...I-I've been...drinking...I-I think?"

"Why?! Where the hell have you been?! I've been looking for you! Why the fuck are you drinking?!" 

The party quieted down, and many people surrounded them. Some were chanting 'fight, fight, fight.' Kyle thought that it was safe to assume that everyone was heavily intoxicated. Kyle didn't like it here. He wanted to go home. 

For a good moment, everyone was silent. The only thing you could hear was the music. 

Kenny stood up. He stumbled, and almost fell. 

He just took a long sip of the whiskey, while making direct eye contact with Kyle the entire time.

Kyle felt his blood boil. His hands curled into fists. He hated alcohol, he always hated it. It brought back dreadful memories of when Stan would come over to his house wasted. It brought back memories in which Stan would drink nothing but beer. It reminded him of the times in which Stan missed the school year because he had to go to rehab. Kyle fought back tears.

Instead of saying anything, he walked over to Kenny. His eyes filled with tears.

"And to think that I actually fucking loved you."

He then stormed off, leaving everyone in shock.