I looked around my room. Everything is the same in here but my life is over. Stan is dead. It's a horrible fact and I'm devastated. Why he is dead I don't know why but he is. My eyes started to water. My chest is empty. I'm dead inside. I walked over to my desk and grabbed a picture of Stan and I together. We looked so happy, but now it's all over. Stan is dead.
Suddenly I started to hear "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle! Wake your ass up!" My eyes flew open and I sat up. I was in my bed in my room and Stan was sitting on my bed in front of me. His legs were on either side of me and he was sitting on my uhh lower area.
"Stan, your basically sitting on my dick" Stan seductively smirked. "you know you like it. I like it". I widened my eyes. "Stan honey what are you doing here?". Stan ran his hands through my hair. "I wanted to wake up my lover". I looked at my phone for the time. 10am. "really Stan? Its 10am on Saturday. I want to sleep, I had a horrible dream" Stan frowned. "What happened in it?" I sighed. "You were dead".
"Ohh… that's bad. Well if you really want to sleep then ill just get in bed with you". Stan pulled up the covers and cuddled against me. I lie my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes. "I love you Kyle goodnight". "I love you too Stan night". Then I slowly drifted to sleep.
End