I Want What You've Got! (Completed)

Twenty-Four

Kyle's POV

One of the small doses of freedom I have is the privilege to drink.
Mom isn't too sure about it but dad lets me. I don't actually drink all the time, I'm kinda scared of drinking in front of others, mostly my family, but I'm always offered by my dad. He also stocks up before him and mom go out.
Now, mom only puts up with it because I'm responsible, apparently. But I'm definitely not aloud to drink with lots of friends round, aka a party which I'd already had a while ago.

I sighed softly, laying on my bed. Mom and dad had gone away for a couple days, Ike was staying at his friends house.
I was still kinda mad with Stan, and Kenny for not coming in.
David apologized, he really didn't need to.

Bored out of my mind, I finally got up and went downstairs to get a beer, or two.
I took them back up to my room, looking through my phone. It was getting late.

By eleven, I'd gone back and forth getting another bottle, I felt like I needed it.

I wouldn't usually want to drink but all I could think of was stupid Stan and his stupid pretty smile and how part of me just wants to see him.

Suddenly, there was a tapping at my window.
"Hey?" I opened it up, scurrying backwards, seeing Stan climb in.
"I miss you~~" he whined.

Fucking great, he was drunk too.

I made space for him on my bed, leaning against the window.
"Your crazy..." I reached my arm out, completely missing his shoulder and instead, hitting his face.
"Ow-"
"Sorry dude..."

"Wow so, you've been drinking too, huh?" Stan asked.
"Parents have left for a couple days!" I exclaim. "And I think drinking was less stupid a choice than what I could've done..." I mutter under my breath.
Stan soon shuffles over to sit beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder.
"I'm an idiot..."
"Yeah..." I agreed, picking up my phone, flicking through it.
"Hey you're not meant to agree with me!" he whined. I laughed.

"Hey, do you like Wendy?" I soon asked.
"No way!" he yelled. "She's just trying to convince me to get back together with her, I just wanted to be with youuuu" Stan chimed.
I could feel my cheeks burning up.
"Yeah, so did I but you ended things!" i brought up the courage to yell.
"Because, I felt bad, I'd betrayed you with Wendy, even if I didn't technically want to. Your fragile..."
"I'm not fragile..." I pursed my lips shut.

After a second or two of awkward silence, I pick up a bottle of beer, drinking some. Next thing I know, Stan is singing Royals, again.

"But every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room-"

"That song again?" I question him.

"We don't caaaare~ we're driving candilacs in our dreams~"

I just smirk a little. "You're a terrible singer!" I stuck my tongue out.
"Not like you could sing any better!" Stan pouted. I just shrugged, laughing a little before leaning across. "Hey, you chose to sing" I hummed, flicking his forehead.
Stan whined.
I wavered to the side a little, dropping myself to laying beside where Stan was sat on my bed.

"You have a stupid pretty face too..." I muttered, hiding my face a little.
"That's hardly a bad thing" he scoffed.
"It is in my case..." I mutter. "Its hard to look at or think about without tearing up..."
"Break up with David!" Stan suddenly yelled.
I fluttered my eyes open and shut. "What?"
"I want you to be with me instead..." Stan admitted, laying down and facing me.
"But...?"
"Fine but don't get mad for what I do next-" Stan leaned over, stroking my cheek then colliding his lips with mine.
Stupidly, I went along with it, kissing back.

Wow... all it took was one kiss... I'm so weak...

We kissed and kissed for a while, Stan running his fingers through my ginger curls, dragging his kisses down to my neck then shoulder; leaving a mark. After a while, we both fell asleep.