1Most of South Park starts waking up at 6 a.m. to prepare for whatever lies ahead in their day. Adults begin to prepare for the long day of mundane work that barely paid the bills. Kids would wake up to get ready and eat breakfast before catching a bus to take them to another day at school. However Stan Marsh has made it a point to not get out of bed before 7.
Since getting his license Stan's parents gave him Shelly's old car so he could drive himself around without bothering them. They gave her a brand new car as gift for getting into college. Her old car reeked of marijuana and cigarettes but it didn't bother her brother seeing as he smoked almost daily and had a nicotine addiction since he was 13. Stan was just glad he finally had an excuse to stay in bed longer for school or leave when he needed a break.
But there was a more important reason Stan will wait until 7 to get out of bed. At 7 a.m. his parents leave for work and Stan is able to properly "wake up".
As 7:00 appears on his alarm, Stan sits up and grabs the bottle of vodka he keeps in his nightstand. He downs about 2 shots worth before he stands. Still holding the drink in a tight hand he goes to his dresser.
Getting his outfit ready for the day, he pulls a glass and a whiskey bottle from his underwear drawer. He sets both liquids on the dresser and gets ready, combing his fingers through his hair as he shoves both feet in his shoes. He mixes his alcohol and downs the drink in a gulp. He makes sure that he brushed his teeth so no one could smell the stench that comes with being an alcoholic.
Stan pulls on his hat and checks the clock as it reads 7:15. He reaches in the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a half empty flask. Filling his recently acquired buddy up and hiding his alcohol in its respected places, Stan grabs his bag and keys as he runs out the room.
Stan doesn't go to the rest of the house much. He'll go to the kitchen late at night but he usually is only seen coming and going from his room to the door. His family never seemed to notice he wasn't there so it wasn't like he missed anything.
He gets in his car and turns on the heat immediately trying to warm his hands before driving. Despite having a buzz going on Stan drove to school without incident. He usually gets there fine but will occasionally run a stop sign or go too fast.
He parked in his usual spot in the back by the dumpsters. It was the furthest spot in the lot but it usually meant that him and his friends could park together. Stan lit a cigarette and smoked as he watched his other friends pull into the spots next to him. Kenny got a motorcycle from his dad after his license was revoked after his 20th DUI and Kyle had sensible sedan as his mom was terrified of him in an accident.
Cartman didn't talk to them much anymore since one day Kyle lost his shit on him for some reason and broke his nose and jaw. Kyle wouldn't tell them what happened just that " Cartman was a piece of shit who never deserved them as friends". It wasn't like Kenny and Stan didn't hate Eric just as much so there wasn't much to argue over.
Kenny got off his bike and walked over to Stan's car taking off his helmet to reveal the blondest hair in South Park. His hair has grown out longer and covers his eyes but you could still make out his pupils staring at you. He still had an ugly orange hoodie but this one had a brown hood and you could still hear him clearly. He had black gages in each ear that pissed off his mom when she was sober enough to notice.
"Hey Stan got another one of those?" Kenny asked pointing at the lit cigarette in his mouth. Stan let the cigarette hang loosely in his mouth as he grabbed the carton and threw it at the blond's head.
Kyle got in just in time to snag the box from Kenny and swipe a cigarette for himself. It's a habit that Stan created in his friend group though he suspects Kenny has always smoked. "Hope you don't mind. I'll pay you for your next carton." Kyle lights his cigarette and pulls in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.
"Something on your mind?" Stan questions out of boredom but also cause Kyle usually smoked after class. He only smoked before if his mom or school was stressing him out.
"Nah, just my mom being a bitch. She blew up this morning over some stupid bullshit." Kyle took another drag of hid cigarette before deciding to explain. "Apparently the school board is doing a breathalyzer test in an assembly today to show us how alcoholism isn't cool or some shit. And she kept sayi-".
Stan stopped breathing. All that went through his mind as his best friend was ranting was 'FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK' He couldn't believe that his school was going to test him in front of the school to teach him about drinking and he starts his day with 4 or 5 shots just to get through the day. His cigarette hung forgotten in his mouth burning slowly. He started trying to think of ways to avoid the assembly completely to keep his secret.
Suddenly his chest hurt from lack of oxygen and he sucked in some air burning the rest of the cigarette instantly. Both his friends were staring at him as he looked like someone stabbed his thigh. Kyle reached over and grabbed Stan's shoulder making him flinch away.
"Shit I'm sorry I zoned out. What were you saying?" Stan focused on ashing his cigarette as he talked to his friends. He couldn't look at them, worried they would be able to tell why he was acting weird.
"Nothing important. We need to get going if we are going to be there on time." Kyle reminds them patting Stan's shoulder before he gets out of the car. Kenny flings his cigarette towards some dudes truck and follows. Stan is trying to figure out what to do about the day that lies ahead of him as he follows slowly.
Stan starts going over his options as he walks down the hallways. If he skips school they call his parents. He could deal with his dad but his mom would make a bigger deal out of it. Lately all they did was argue over how they ruined each other's lives or take out their misery on their only child in the house. So this will give them all they need for months of arguing.
He could just miss out on the assembly and go hide in his car and smoke while they're talking. As long as he could find someone to text him once it was finished. It'd be risky asking Kyle in case he wants to know why Stan wants to miss it so bad. It would be easier to tell Kenny but there is no guarantee that Kenny would keep his secret. If he could find someone who wouldn't care about his problem enough to ask but still be willing to help. Without a second thought Craig popped up in his mind. The guy could give less of a shit about anyone but Tweak and would help him for a cigarette or booze.
So with his plan all laid out he just had to get Craig on board and find a way in and out of school without being caught. Easiest way would probably be the side exit in the east hallway. It leads to the parking lot and the hall will be empty. As all this is going through Stan's head he goes straight towards the gay couple muttering that he needs to talk to Craig before class and ditches his two friends at their lockers.
"Hey Craig. I need to talk to you real quick" Stan hooks an arm around Craig as he drags him by his shoulders away from Tweek as they were talking. He walks Craig to the bathroom and locks the door.
"What the fuck do you want man? I was trying to have a conversation before you interrupted. What are we doing here?" The brunette looked two seconds from hurting Stan unless he could give him a better reason.
"Listen I got a problem and I need your help. I'll give you 2 cigarettes if you can text me when the assembly if ending today. I have to skip." Stan quietly prays that Craig doesn't think into the reasons too much.
Unfortunately for Stan, Craig had already connected the dots in his head. "Dude did you seriously drink right before school on the day of the breathalyzer assembly? That has to be the stupidest thing you've ever done. Unless you usually come in fucked up..." As he said the words he realized what it meant if his friend had been coming to school drunk everyday. "Shit okay. I guess I'll text you after they are done with the tests. Do you need to tal-"
"No." Stan interrupted before Craig could make Stan regret asking for the help. "Thanks man I appreciate it." Stan turned the lock on the bathroom and the two went down the hall in opposite directions. Both feeling like they're making a mistake.
Stan's first class was PE which he unfortunately had with Cartman. The two didn't get along after Kyle's fight but Eric was too pussy to say anything to Stan. It might be because Stan was on the baseball team and actually had the body to fuck Cartman up if he ever wanted to.
But today Cartman decided to have the balls to walk up to Stan and start some shit. "Yo bitchass. Still as depressed as shit? How you coping these days?" His loud mouth put the whole gym in silence. "Still drinking or did you finally move on to some stronger shit."
Stan looked down at that fat mother fucker and tried to calm his anger. Cartman only knew about his drinking cause his fat ass tried to steal his drink behind his back and noticed it wasn't Sprite in his cup. Stan brushed off the experience as nothing and figured Eric was too stupid to remember what actually happened.
Without missing a beat Stan replies with a "Yeah the shit your mom gives me after I fuck her in your bed. Might want to clean your stuffed animals after the morning we had." There were scattered laughs at his response.
Cartman didn't mature over the last few years and still reacted like a violent toddler when he was humiliated. With an animalistic screech Eric threw himself on top of Stan punching wildly at his face. Stan twisted himself so Eric tipped over like a cow on its side and stood up and kicked him repeatedly in the stomach and face. Stan lost his head entirely as he then tackled the fat ass as he tried to stand and started beating him. He didn't even notice the hands trying to stop him or people screaming in the back. He felt so alive in that moment he didn't want to stop. He felt himself smile as he looked at Eric's bloody face and broken nose and felt his hand throb after hitting him for so long.
Eventually someone dragged Stan off Cartman and held him back by the arms. It felt like an adult, probably Mr. Garrison to help him calm down. Stan looked at the mess he made on the gym floor and started to laugh. Everything had hit at once how fucked up his life is that the adrenaline rushing through him felt really good. He went to cover his mouth from laughing and felt a bloody lip. Just another wound that would show how fucked up he really is on the outside.
He doesn't notice when he is suddenly alone outside the office. He looks around and starts to get up and leave, not knowing how or why he was here. As he is about to walk off the Principal walks out with Cartman whimpering behind him.
"Going somewhere?" She looked at Stan expecting him to look guilty or offer an excuse. Stan is a sight for sore eyes with a busted lip and a bruised cheek. His regular beanie had been lost in the fight and his mop of black hair fell around his face. He had bags under his eyes showing for nights of restless sleep. She could remember when the two kids she caught fighting were once friends and when that tired beat up raven haired boy had hope for his future.
"I was hoping to use the toilet before being chewed out over something I didn't start or ask for." Stan looked at Principal Victoria tiredly as if expecting her to already of decided that he was the culprit.
"Well this won't take long. Come into my office Stan, and as for you Eric," She turned to the overweight teen who was trying to act his most pitiful. Though Stan made it easy blacking his eye and breaking his nose. "I am going to move you into the gym class after lunch where I expect there to be no more problems. As well as coming to detention for the next week I want you to focus on an essay about how you are expected to treat your classmates. Now go to class before I add onto it."
Cartman does his best to run out the office before she makes good on her threat. Stan is surprised he was punished at all given his willingness to grovel for his way. Nevertheless Stan walks into her office already in a better mood about the situation.
"So I would like to start by saying off record, Eric has needed someone to shut him down when he acts like a child. But as a Principal I cannot allow my students to fight in their classes." She pauses and looks at Stan as he nods at her statement." However this being your first fight this year and you being a senior I will let this slide if you promise not to fight on school property again. Do you understand what I am trying to say Stan?"
"If I am going to knock Cartman into another timezone, not to do it in class or on school property. Am I free to go now?" Stan looked at the Principal as she smiled and nodded towards the door.
"If you hurry you might be able to still test yourself on the breathalyzer. They should be leaving soon." Principal Victoria called after Stan as he left her office. He didn't turn around but he walked in the direction of the school gym's assembly.
He walked until he got out of sight and went straight to the bathroom. At least with all of Cartman's bullshit he missed most of the assembly. He would just hide in here until Craig let him know it was safe to join everyone. At least he knew his friends wouldn't have to know his secret. At least today anyway.
Stan was in the bathroom for another 30 minutes before Craig texted him that they packed up the machines that do the breathalyzer tests. While he waited he would take a few drinks of his flask to keep him entertained. Smoking to hide to stench of alcohol on his breath, Stan waited another 5 minutes to exit his stall.
He goes to the gym where Officer Barbrady is standing at the door waiting for the signal that the kids were finished and about to leave. Barbrady saw Stan walking towards him and scratched his head.
"Uh, Stan what are you doing out here? Aren't you, uh supposed to be in there with everyone else?" Barbrady questioned.
"I was but I had to go to the office. I already tried out the machine." Stan technically didn't lie about where he was. He reached into his pocket and looked at his phone. Craig texted that Kyle was worried about him and was about to come looking for him. "Hey since school is about over can I just go ahead and go to my car?"
"Well I guess that makes sense. Are you sure you are allowed to go before the bell?" Barbrady may of been a cop but he usually just let anyone do whatever as long as he can't be held accountable.
"Yeah kids do it all the time at assemblies. No one will care." Stan already was turning and walking towards the exit. He couldn't bring himself to care about the officer's response. Either way Officer Barbrady didn't do anything to stop him.
Stan walked outside South Park High into the bright sunlight, nearly blinding after being in the fluorescent lighting for so long. He went straight to his car hoping to avoid Kyle ambushing him with questions he wasn't prepared to answer. Stan knew Kyle wasn't stupid and would eventually realize his best friend has been an alcoholic since Cartman Burgers were popular. But that didn't stop him from doing anything he could to hide it a little longer. At least until his liver gives out.
As he opens the door to his car a loud bell rang out, alerting the school that they were free for the day. Stan threw his bag in the car and started the engine. As he peeled away from the school he recognized a familiar green trapper hat and orange jacket staring at his car take off.
Stan got home before anyone else did usually. His mom went out to do errands after work and his dad was found drunk at the bar about a block over. He had the house to himself until 6 or 7 depending on if his mom was avoiding going home. She did that a lot more these days.
He locked the door behind him and ran upstairs to his room. He hadn't eaten all day but he couldn't say he was hungry enough to go to the kitchen. He had long since gotten used to not eating for a whole day just to avoid any conflict.
That's what life has became since his parents decided to stay together for their kids. It was the most stupidest reasoning for anyone who was constantly miserable in their life. That's what his parents were. Miserable.
He didn't bother shutting the door as he walked in his room. He opened a window and threw his stuff in the corner. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out his booze and a small matchbox full of joints.
He forgo his usual drinking glass for the bottle. He chugged about half down and sat at the edge of his bed. Lighting his spliff, Stan took in a deep breath forgetting all his problems just for a moment. For just a moment Stan didn't have to worry about his parents demeaning exsistance or how Kyle would react to him drowning all his misery in alcohol.
Then all he could think about was Kyle. He thought about him a lot when he got really drunk and sometimes at night when he was alone. He would think about how he would tug at the flaps of his trapper hat when he was nervous. Or when Kyle comes over and they share a bed without and weirdness. How Kyle snored lightly and would hold Stan close as he slept. Most of all Stan would think about if Kyle cared for him like Stan cares for Kyle.
Stan rubbed his face at where his thoughts were leading, as if he could wipe away his feelings. Stan took another long drag and held it in til it hurt. He coughed up the smoke and took another swig of the bottle to ease the pressure in his chest. He looked at the door and suddenly felt exposed as if someone was watching him why he was weak.
As he was about to shut his door, Stan heard a loud knocking at the front door. He knew who it was and what they were here for. Kyle couldn't let anything go, especially if it involved Stan. Stan sighed and walked down the stairs ready to face his oldest friend. He stood in front of the door anxious that he would have to tell the truth. Especially in his current state.
He opened it up and stared at Kyle. He didn't welcome him or ask why he was here. They stared at wach other for a couple seconds longer til Kyle's eyes flicker towards Stan's hands.
Without realizing it Stan had walked downstairs holding his bottle of whiskey. He let out a little chuckle thinking that there was no way of explaining today without Kyle putting 2 and 2 together. 'Might as well see how far this will go'.
Stan turned his back on Kyle and started up the stairs. He took another drink as he walked to calm any nerves he was having. He heard Kyle shut the front door and follow him to his room silently. Stan shut his bedroom door as if trying to keep their conversation private.
Stan walked over to the corner of the bed again and picked up his joint and re lit it. After puffing on it awhile he wordlessly handed it to Kyle who sat down next to him. The two silently handed the joint back and forth until it finally went out.
Kyle is the first to break the silence, "So how long? I mean you have a whole bottle of alcohol and you seem to handle it pretty well."
Kyle was smart and he would eventually notice that Stan is pretty dependent on alcohol. What would be the point of lying. "Remember the first time I told you that everything is shit and nothing will make it better? So I drank for the first time and got fucked up and told you to go fuck yourself and then told you I love you. Well since not drinking made me the depressing asshole with no friends and too much made a little over emotional, I met it in the middle with a little alcohol everytime I feel depressed or a hangover."
"Shit dude we were like 8. So this is a daily thing for you? Just wake up and drink enough to function?" Kyle looked a little horrified at his friends confession. "And we've just never known? Is that the reason you beat up Cartman?"
Stan started to laugh despite the extreme seriousness of Kyle's questions. "Yeah but today I guess I overdid it or maybe I just couldn't stand for Cartman to try and tell the world my secret. I dunno. Either way the asshole had it coming." Stan pulled out a cigarette to distract him from the conversation.
"Well obviously he's a fat bitch. I'm actually glad you handed his ass to him and got away with it. But like does that happen often?" Kyle looked slightly afraid to be near him with the alcohol so close and Stan already drunk enough. Despite this he grabs the cigarette from his hand and takes a pull.
"Well no actually. Unless I'm butting heads with my parents after a few too many and they won't let me just walk away. What happens most of the time I get too drunk I think a lot." Stan stopped himself before telling more secrets he would rather stay hidden. Kyle offered him the cigarette, which he took gratefully.
The two sit in silence for a long time. He hears his mom pull into the driveway and open the door. They listen as she walks into the house and shuts their front door. She probably could smell the smoke and weed but the house always smells like that cause of Randy. She hasn't said anything for 2 years so Stan figures opening a window is enough to get it out of his room.
"I'm gonna stay the night." Kyle states this as a fact and texts his mom to let her know. Kyle stays over at the Marsh's all the time. It's become another home to him.
Stan nows numbly as he grabs the bottle and the matchbox and goes to hide it in his dresser. Kyle watches where Stan hides his alcohol and makes a mental note. He won't take it for now but if Stan starts to seriously worry him then all bets are off.
Stan laid down on his bed and stares at his ceiling. He is trying to keep his thoughts on the ugly popcorn texture and not Kyle as he starts to settle in.
Kyle not realizing his effect on his best friend starts to take off his jacket and slide off his boots. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair trying to manage the mess. After learning how to tame his afro in middle school, Kyle's was more open to taking his hat off. It was a small improvement to Kyle, but Stan thought about his hair almost everyday.
Stan stared at the red head with his mouth just slightly open. He knew Kyle played basketball for their highsccool but he didn't think his arms would be so big without his jacket. He wanted to go and wrap his arms around him and beg him to be his. Instead as Kyle turned to face him Stan threw his head back and covered his face with an arm.
Kyle looked at his friend while he wasn't guarded. Stan's white tee shirt had blood from his lip. The parts of his face that wasn't covered was tinted pink from the booze. Stan looked completely exhausted. His black hair that grew over the years was wild and unkempt.
With that recent note Kyle remembered something he gotten from BeBe after she told him about Stan's fight.
"I think I have something that'll make you feel a little better." Kyle unzipped his bag and glanced over to catch Stan sitting on his elbows looking over at him. Kyle pulls out Stan's favorite blue beanie he wore everywhere.
Stan perked up at the sight of his beloved hat. Kyle walked over and started to lean over Stan to put it in place. As he placed his around the beanie to pull it down, Stan reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Why don't you love me?" Stan basically whimpered out. After revealing his darkest secret to Kyle he hoped it would make it easier on him. Instead he was now forced to focus on his feelings for his closest friend. 'Why can't he understand how much I care?'
"Of course I love you. I'm here trying to help you get through this. Why else would I be here?" Kyle tried to answer without telling Stan too much. 'What if he is just too drunk like when we were kids?' Kyle wondered.
Stan looked at the beautiful red head above and reached out and held his cheek. They shared a look of understanding letting out sighs of frustration. Stan couldn't explain how he felt to Kyle unless he was sober and Kyle couldn't risk taking advantage of Stan's state to give himself pleasure. As of this moment nothing could be said or done to ease either boys suffering.
The two stood frozen for a few moments. Eventually Stan's mom yelled to him that dinner was ready. Kyle dropped the hat and jumped up straight, backing away as if electrified. His entire face to the tops of his ears were flushed pink.
Stan started to sit up to respond to his mother when his stomach rolled in his ribcage. His face turned pale as he bolted his way to the bathroom, hand over mouth. Kyle sat back and watched as his friend puked up clear water than began to dry heave into the toilet. Stan eventually pushed himself against his sink counter and breathe.
Taking in the sight of boy he grew up with since forever, Kyle leapt into action. He always wanted to do what he could to help those he loved and seeing Stan in pain made him crazy. He went over and flushed the toilet shutting the lid and sitting Stan down on top. Washing his hands and went downstairs to talk to Mrs. Marsh.
"Hey Mrs. Marsh. Stan and I were working on our college essays upstairs and was hoping to eat upstairs." Kyle was hoping to keep it simple so she wouldn't be suspicious.
"Well I guess that'll be fine since Randy is out late. Just don't stay up too long, there is school tomorrow." Sharon didn't even look up from her plate seeming deep in her thoughts. It was probably another problem in her marriage.
Kyle decided not to question anymore and just grab the dishes and heading upstairs. He even risked walking back down for a pack of Gatorade in the fridge. Closing the door to Stan's bedroom, Kyle dropped the drinks and went to check on Stan.
Stan had his head between his knees and was muttering to himself. "I'm unlovable and worthless-"
"Well that's just not true. You're the most important person in my life and don't think for a second I will let you keep thinking that bullshit." Kyle walked over and squished Kyle's face in his hands and looked at him. "I love you Stan. Probably more than I should but I can't help it. Let me take care of you this time."
Stan nodded weakly and leaned into Kyle's touch. Kyle led Stan to his bed to sit down as he gathered something clean to wear. Putting out some boxers, swaetpants, and a black long sleeve, Kyle started to put on a movie. Stan dressed quietly as he observed Kyle's actions.
Stan stood in just the boxers for a minute. He could feel Kyle staring at his back as he looked out the window. Snow had started to fall, beginning to lay on the frozen ground.
"Do you need any help?" Stan turned and faced Kyle as he questioned his hesitation. Not bothering to speak he backs Kyle up against the bed. Stan maintains eye contact as he reaches behind the red head for the clean shirt. Not breathing, Kyle focuses on Stan's chest which had some bruising from Cartman.
Kyle is left breathless staring at the watercolor of blue and purple covering his neck and chest. Stan had definitely kept up with his workout regimen at some point. He had nice washboard abs and toned biceps. Kyle bit back a gasp as Stan casually brushed in between his arm and his side to get the shirt. Kyle tried not to imagine getting picked up in those arms.
Eventually Stan leaned back and pulled on his shirt. As he walked over to the plates of dinner, Stan grabbed both. Setting down Kyle's plate next to him, Stan sat on the floor under his window.
"I'm sorry." Stan wad looking at his food as he spoke. He felt ashamed for being so weak and broken in front of Kyle. He has kept his drinking under control for years and no one's noticed. Stan was scared of how his depression effected his relationship with Kyle. In the past hid drinking caused Kyle to abandon him for Eric. Now what's to stop him from leaving him again.
Kyle got up and had sat next to him. He held the plate of food an moved it yo the side. He focused on Stan. Stan who seemed lost in his thoughts and might never speak again.
"Listen Stan, you don't have to be sorry. I just want to take care of you as you go through whatever this is. If you don't want to explain, fine. But don't apologize for this." Kyle knew that Stan's drinking was related to a deeper issue. He would help him as long as it took for him to work through it.
Stan looked up and made eye contact with Kyle staring deep into his eyes. "Kyle I'm afraid of who I am when I'm not drinking. I'm afraid I might lose you again." Stan wanted him to know why he couldn't stop drinking.
Kyle looked shocked and hurt by the honesty from Stan's words. He remembered how depressed Stan used to be when they were younger but then out of nowhere he started to be less pessimistic and care less about the random bullshit that happens. He never thought that was cause Stan had to drink to enjoy life.
"I won't leave even if you stop drinking. I will stay and remind you of the good parts of life." Kyle reached out and held Stan's cheek in his hand. "I promise I won't leave because you're the best part of my life."
The plate fell, forgotten in the rush of emotion as Stan leaned forward and kissed Kyle on shocked lips. Kyle froze enjoying the moment as Stan's warm lips touched his. Though quickly he recovered kissing the dark haired teen with just as much need, grabbing Stan's face with both hands. Both boys breathed each other's air and tasted their best friend's mouth with hungry tongues.
Somewhere during the kiss Stan had begun crying. Kyle felt the wetness on his finger tips and stopped to open his eyes. He looked into Stan's blurry blue eyes as he leaned into Kyle's touch.
"Dude, are you ok?" Kyle started to brush back Kyle's hair with one hand. Stan had started gripping Kyle's shirt like a lifeline during their shared moment.
"When I wake up will you still love me like this? Hold me like this?" Stan's eyes pierce into Kyle's heart. His question is strikingly earnest and it shocks the red much.
Kyle barely even thought about what happens tomorrow. What are they anymore? Boyfriends? If they are how do they tell people? Are they telling people? Suddenly everything felt like it was happening at once.
Kyle let go and sat back down next to Stan and focused on his best friend. "I didn't think about that. Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Kyle decided not to look at anything at that moment trying not to look at Stan and risk hope.
"Well yeah I think so. Do you want to be mine?"
"Dude. That's kinda how this works." Kyle started laughing at stupidity of the question. He wasn't being mean, just relieved and surprised by his now boyfriend's response.
"Shut the fuck up. I am still a little drunk so you can't hold it against me." Stan had started laughing too at the sight of Kyle's blush and laughter. He leaned forwards and kissed Kyle again this time softer and sweeter. They both enjoyed this one more even though it was shorter.
Suddenly a there was a rhythmic knocking on Stan's bedroom door. The two jumped apart as if electrified as Stan's mom called goodnight through the bedroom door. It sounded like she is leaning on the wall after a few too many boxes of wine. The two sat frozen as she stumbled to her bedroom and shut her door behind her.
"Dude what are we gonna do about are parents?" Almost getting caught kissing her son forced Kyle to think about how their parents would react to their relationship. Neither parents had directly spoken out against homosexuals but they had done things in the past that had him worried.
"Do we have to tell them? I mean, it's not really their business what we do." Stan couldn't help but think about how stupid his parents were for running their lives like everything is okay. If they were to find out about this there is no telling how they would handle Stan dating his childhood best friend.
"You're right dude but what if they find out?" Kyle started to lean against the wall thinking about what his mom would do if she knew.
Stan slouched down and started to lay on Kyle's shoulder. He could care less about what their parents thought of them. But obviously Kyle is a lot more worried than him and he couldn't just ignore that.
"Well if it comes to that then we will figure it out together. But don't think about it now dude. Let's just enjoy what we have now."
Stan didn't think about alcohol that whole night. His new addiction was Kyle. If life was a nice as it is now, then he wouldn't need to drink as much. Unless Kyle is gonna drink with him. That could be fun...