Kenny's POV
"Stan, for the last time, give me the bottle!" He didn't hear me, or if he did, he was ignoring me. Not only did he NOT hand over the bottle, he took another swig and started spinning. I didn't think you could be so clumsy spinning around in a circle, but Stan the raging alcoholic proved me wrong. You're probably wondering why I'm getting so involved, haven't I done this kind of thing before? Well, yes, but I'm not proud of it. I was tired of waking up in the morning feeling like hell, plus my grades were slipping and I figured a scholarship for college was the only way I could escape my current hell. Plus my parents are raging drunks and I know what it can do to a person. Well either way, Stan wouldn't let up.
"Dude, seriously hand it over, I thought you quit." Stan had a drug experience too. It took a lot of interventions but we finally got him to quit. Well, until now.
"nooooooooo, I need it!" Stan protested, swinging the bottle away from me. "Life is shit without it!" Oh no, not this again
"no it's not dude."
"It isssss! Kyle doesn't love me!"
"Of course he does, you two are best friends."
"No, I mean he doesn't LOVE me."
"Whoa, dude, are you gay?" I asked, shocked, he didn't strike me as the gay type, he's had girlfriends before.
"I don't knooooow!" he cried, going into a fit of hysterics.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, calm down." he wiped the tears from his eyes, but still wore the saddest expression I've ever seen.
"What if i could help you get together?" I said, I couldn't take those eyes anymore, they hurt.
"Would you?" he asked, his eyes filled with hope.
"Sure" I said, and the weird thing was, I actually meant it.