"What's wrong?" He didnt looked up at me. It nearly broke my heart to know he was this upset. What really killed me was that he wouldn't talk about it. "Stan?" He didnt answer me, he wouldn't...I wondered what was so wrong that he couldn't even tell me, his best friend. "Look... I want to help you, but I cant do that If I you wont tell me whats wrong"
He looked up at me with red, tear stained eyes. He was always so strong and fearless, seeing him like this was almost too much for me to bear. "Kyle..." He began, his voice so soft and quiet I barely heard him. "Yeah Stan?"
"You remember The Christmas party a few years back?" I looked at him and smiled faintly, remembering what i could of Christmas '08... "I think so..." I said sitting beside him on his bed. "Why?" He blinked and rubbed his eyes. "You know...that was the best night of my life..." He made a facial expression that almost looked like a smile.
"Yeah..." I said trailing off for a moment. "That was an awesome party huh?"
"It was the night you and I tasted our first beer..." I laughed, we both knew that was a lie. "Yeah that was great, 9 year olds sneaking into our parents basements. Lucky for us our parents always got wasted at holiday parties huh?" "Yeah..." he smiled, distracted. I did the same. "It was also the night me an..." he paused. I watched as his eyes glossed over with tears he had been holding in. "Stan?"
"It was the night Wendy and I had our first Kiss..." He stared ahead at the window in front of us. "Our first kiss..." He smiled and stood up, tossing the covers aside. "Stan...what happened?"
"Wendy broke up with me today at school Kyle...Its over..."
As soon as he said that he fell to the floor and hid his face in his hands. My heart sank in my chest. How could this happen? I thought. Why? "What?" I asked in disbelief. He said something under his tears but I couldn't make It out. I stood up and sat next to him on the floor. "Dude, I...I know you really liked Wendy..."
"Liked her?" he interrupted. "She was the love of my life..." I sighed and hugged him. " I know..." His head fell on my shoulder and I rest mine on his. Stan and I hadn'd had moments like this before, but when it involved Wendy...it always made me feel different. More, protective? I never liked Wendy...ever since they started dating, something about her just struck my nerve. "Kyle?" Stan whispered in the same quiet voice as before.
"Yeah Stan?" I ask, blinking from my thoughts.
"This is...gay, dude..." I quickly sat up, he did the same. I stared at him for a second before looking away. "Just...trying to help dude."
"I...I know..." he replied. "Its cool..."
It was silent for a minute before I stood up. "Look dude...lets just get back to the party, okay?" I held out my hand to help him up. "I...I can't dude. Wendy's out there..." He mumbled, looking away from me. "Yeah dude, and so are tons other people waiting to see you!" I sighed and grabbed his hand, despite his resisting, and pulled him up. "Stan...you cant hide forever."
I led him to the window and pointed outside to his backyard, where a hundred or so people were outside at his Christmas Party. "Look, I get what your trying to do Kyle, but...I cant face Wendy again..." He leaned against the window cill and sighed.
"Stan? Stan are you in here? I need to talk to you..."
Stan's head shot up and we both stared at the closed door to his bedroom, behind us. "Oh my god...Its Wendy! Dude... What do I say to her?" I gave him a pat on the back and pushed him towards the door. "Dude..." I said softly. "You still love her right?" He nodded."Then, you have to talk to her..."
He looked at me and sighed. "I...I guess your right." I smiled and pretended to look outside until I heard the door shut.
What is wrong with me! I thought. I fell to the floor and dropped my head into my hands. I don't love Stan! Not like that! Why the hell do I feel like this? I leaned my head against the wall and reached into my pocket for my cell phone. 9:36pm My attention was turned suddenly to the wallpaper on my phone, it was of me and Bebe. I smiled.
I heard voices getting closer from the other side of Stan's door. I quickly shoved my cell phone back into my pocket and stood up. The door opened silently and there stood Stan and Wendy, I couldn't help but notice that they were holding hands. "Kyle?" Stan said, his voice sounding normal again. "Yeah?" He let go of Wendy's hand and walked towards me. "Thanks man...your the best friend a guy could ask for."
"N-no problem man." I said, hoping I didnt look as nervous as felt. He smiled back, filling me with relief, and turned back to face Wendy. Locking themselves in a quick kiss, I watched as Stan and Wendy began down the hallway and towards the steps, thinking over what just happened. They're back together. My mind shouted. Shouldn't i be happy for them?
"Oh Kyle!" Wendy said, spinning around to face me. I turned slowly towards her. "Hmm?" was all the response i could manage. "Bebe was looking for you. You should go find her..." she said in the same high pitched voice she always had. it annoyed the shit out of me... "Yeah okay, thanks Wendy." I replied not really hearing much of what she said. "No problem." She shrugged, nodding at her newly appointed boyfriend to walk with her down the staircase. I watched them leave as I thought about what Wendy said...
Bebe... I thought. What would she think if she knew about these feelings I've been having...
"Bebe!" I shouted, interrupting my own train of thought. "Oh my god!" I bolted down the staircase and opened the door to the backyard. Before I knew it I was outside in a crowd of people with over exaggerated Christmas decorations.
"Kyle? Is that you" I heard a voice behind me say. "Oh! Uh, Hi Bebe." I said turning to face her. "Whats wrong with you? You missed 3 slow songs already! Come on!" She said smiling and grabbing my sleeve. She pulled me towards the dance floor -Stan's back yard- and began to dance. "I'm not really in the mood to dance Bebe." I said pulling my arm back gently and turning away. I couldn't see her expression but I knew the look she was giving me. It was confused, upset and a bit annoyed, sort of how I felt on the inside.
"Kyle?" she said, touching my shoulder. "Whats wrong? Is everything still okay at home..."
"Yes!" I said interrupting her. "I'm fine Bebe! Just...I just need to be alone right now...okay?"
"We all need our time alone Kyle...I understand."
I folded my arms over my chest, then sighed and turned to face her. "Im such a jerk..." I admitted in frustration. "I just...I got a lot going on right now, Im sorry I always take it out on you." I gathered her in a hug, it seemed forever before I finally let go and walked away a few feet before stopping and looking behind me. She was gone. Did we just...break up?
