A Fall with Stan

We have to talk

I woke up with a massive headache from last night. My throat was sore from the whiskey and weed. I think I went overboard with them.

I popped a Tylenol pill in my mouth, washing it with water on the drawer top. The headache is still permanent.

I'm never going to drink and smoke again.

Oh, shit! Did I kiss Kenny last night? Holy crap, I think I did!

I let a frustrated groan, covering my head with a pillow. I wanted to fucking scream.

Kenny is a cool guy and all, but I don't find him handsome. He's fucking poor and eats pop tarts for dinner! He is highly unhygienic.

"I have to talk to him about the kiss," I told myself, sending Kenny an urgent text. I don't want our friendship to fall apart because of a kiss.

Me: we have to talk. Meet me at Stark's pond at 3 pm.

Kenny: Was it the kiss from last night?

Me: Yeah...

Kenny...okay. See you later.

This was going to be a long day.