"Are you watching this movie at all?"
Silence
And Stan replied "No."
"Dude" Kyle responded, concerned about his friend, "What's wrong?"
Stan sighed and turned his gaze to the floor.
"Just… life right now."
"Dad comes home drunk every night, and I have to listen to my parents fight. I can't stand going to class anymore, there's no point. So now I'm failing, and I know it's my fault… everything is just falling apart, but it's not like it matters, the world is full of shit, and I can't go on like this anymore…
"And… And I…"
His eyes filled with tears, and he was silent. After months of keeping all the pain hidden, pushing it to the back of his mind with Jack Daniels, he was finally able to tell everything to his best friend. Well, almost everything.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks, and Kyle held him in a comforting embrace. This was nice, and suddenly everything looked a little bit brighter. He hugged a little tighter.
"Stan" Kyle whispered, "Everything will be okay. And no matter what, I'm here for you. You know that."
Stan looked up at his best-friend-since-forever. And all of a sudden-
BLERGH.
"Ah, gross, dude!" Kyle exclaimed, jumping back at the sight of vomit. Stan was momentarily stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Kyle disappeared, leaving Stan with his thoughts.
I fucked everything up, didn't I? Perfect.
But Kyle returned a second later to clean it up. Stan was still in shock. When it was all cleaned up, Kyle turned his attention to Stan.
"You don't seem sick, was it something you ate?" Kyle asked as he felt his friend's forehead.
"Uh, yeah, probably. The chicken from last night, I guess." It was easier to explain.
"I should go." Stan announced, as he turned to exit the room, without giving Kyle a chance to respond.
And he was gone.