Stan
Kenny sparked up a cigarette and picked my cell phone from the kitchen counter. He quickly passed it to me and turned away, looking down into his filthy sink. He mumbled as he spoke, with his fag still in his mouth.
'Call him Stan. Just go, meet at Starks pond or something. You need to tell him how you feel, tonight. ' Kenny paused, unsure whether to carry on, but he did anyway.
'Every night you come round here, every night you cry because he isn't yours. It's about time he is, meet up and tell him. Now''
I nodded silently, tears streaming down my face still as I took the phone. Somehow I didn't want to tell Kyle how I felt, but I couldn't figure out why. The words had been bursting to come out for the past few years, but now I hardly know what to say. I felt more hollow than ever, like I didn't mean the words anymore. It was so talked about, they lost their meaning. I didn't know what I wanted. Kenny looked at me over his shoulder and handed me a cigarette.
'It'll calm you down, you're a bag a nerves right now'
I laughed nervously as we walked towards the door, Kenny handing me his zippo. Yeah, it must be nerves, I thought. I'm just looking for a way to get out of this. I sparked up and hugged Kenny half-heartedly with one arm, with my cigarette in the other, and Kenny's head nestled into my neck.
'Thanks Ken, for everything'
'Anytime, it's what I'm here for isn't it.' He broke apart from me and awkwardly shuffled away, taking the zippo from my hand, holding onto it slightly as I walked away. I took a toke from my fag and spoke, my voice shaking with nerves. At least, I think it was nerves.
'Well, here it goes. See ya Kenny'
'Yeah.. See ya.'