Counselor, help me. //Style(stanxkyle)

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kyle

"i love you kyle..."

my eyes shoot open and i stare at the raven haired boy in my arms. he continues to mumble things in his sleep.

did...did he really say that or was i dreaming. i pinch myself and wince in pain, so no i wasn't dreaming.

hes just drunk kyle....buuutt drunk thoughts are sober thoughts. i smile at the thought. i know i promised myself i wouldnt fall for another client but damnit why did stan have to be so damn hot.

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stan

i open my eyes to quickly cover them with my hands holding my head. i groan sitting up resting my elbows on my knees.

"good morning sleepyhead." i jolt standing up to see kyle in the kitchen.

"you called me to come over last night and begged me to stay so i did. i made pancakes, figured youd be starving." he smiles at me. my stomach growls at the thought of some food.

i slowly make my way over to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and some medicine for the hangover. i take a seat at the bar and take a few pills.

kyle sets a plate of pancakes in front of me along with the syrup. he puts a plate beside me.

"where are your silverware?"

"in the drawer to the left of the sink." he thanks me and grabs two knives and two forks, handing me a pair as he sits down beside me.

"so how did you sleep?" he asks as he begins to cut up his pancakes.

"fantastic, the hangover was bad though." i begin eating my food, man these are good he must of made them from scratch cause i know i dont have any boxed ones.

"soo do you remember anything from last night?" he asks with a curious tone in his voice.

"nope, why did something happen?" i look over at him seeing his face drop. he quickly looks down at his food.

"n-no reason." he chuckles nervously. i shake it off and finish my breakfast, kyle doing the same.

suddenly his phone starts ringing, i look over to see him slowly pick it up to see who it was. as soon as he sees who it was his face goes white.

"are you okay?"

"uh yeah..."

"who is it?"

"a nobody."

"clearly not a no body your face is drained."

"....its my ex. hes fucking crazy and ever since i left him hes been stalking me. i had to move away from my hometown to get away from him."

"well if he ever bothers you let me know and ill fuck him up for you." he turns his head to me and smiles weakly.

"you'd do that for me?"

"of course." i smile back, only because youre cute as hell and took care of me while i was shitfaced. clearly you're something special. i take a look at the time, shit i have to be at work in half an hour.

"whats wrong?"

"i have to go to work, you can stay here until i get back if you want."
i smile at him as he stands.

"well thank you thats very kind of you. its probably a good idea for me to stay because your apartment needs to be cleaned." he chuckles at me.

"you would do that for me?"

"of course, now go before youre late." i nods and rush off to my room to get ready.

kyle

after stan leaves to work i begin washing the dishes from breakfast. i look around and see a few dirty dishes in the living room. i grab them and place them beside the sink.

there is probably more in the rest of the apartment. i walk straight down the hallway to his room, passing his bathroom. i take a quick peek to see clothes and towels thrown about the floor. jeez, you can tell a bachelor lives here.

i head into and his room and oh what a surprise, dirty as hell. i grab as many dishes as i can carry and take them back to the kitchen, i do this one more time before i have all of the dishes from his room.

i decide to turn on the tv while i clean so i dont feel as alone, i usually do the same at my place but i know ill be cleaning all day unlike back at my house.

once i finish up the dishes and put them back in there rightful places, which took forever since stan wasnt here to help me. i decide it was time i pick up all the trash lying about the place.

i look under the sink for some trash bags, hoping they were there, luckly they were. i open one up and get to work.

after hours of cleaning the place looks amazing if i do say so myself. since i have no idea where he washes his clothes at, i gathered them all up and put them in his laundry basket.

i lay back on the couch feeling tired from so much cleaning, and when i say i cleaned everything i mean everything. i vacuumed the carpeted areas, mopped the kitchen and bathroom, cleaned all the counters, the table, made stans bed.

i didnt do much in stans room since that is his personal space and i dont want to mess with that. also his spare room which is cluttered, well cluttered is an understatement i think stan might have a hoarding problem. ill need to talk to him about that, but stans not back yet and im feeling pretty tired from all that cleaning. i close my eyes and before i know it im passed out on stans couch, not knowing when he'll return.