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Chapter 3

I felt him press his lips to mine and my eyes shot open. Stanley Pines was kissing me... All those sleep overs during school, all the times I watched him sweet talk a girl. Hell, even when I set him up with a girl that I knew he liked. Yet, here he was, on my lips. And fuck...it was everything I thought it would be, and more. It was sappy and stupid, but I finally got him!

I had just closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss when Stanley gently pulled away. I opened my eyes again and found him looking into mine. I could barely breathe. I didn't know why my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my throat, or why my stomach was doing so many flips...wait... and that's when I felt a wave of nausea hit me like a fucking train. I quickly fell off the bed, scampered to the bin next to my dresser and emptied everything that was in my stomach. Great... this was going exactly as I had planned...NOT. Stanley just started laughing.

"Wow Rick, I didn't realize I was that bad of a kisser! Haha!"

That bastard. I groaned weakly. "Shut the fuck up, Pines." And threw up again.

"I mean, I never had any complaints before!" He chortled again.

All I could do was groan as a half-ass response. My stomach was doing somersaults. Why, why, why did I let that hivemind talk me into taking so many vodka shots? Stanley finally calmed down his stupid laughter to a quiet chuckle. I felt him slowly get up and come next to me.

"Ya done?" He asked rubbing my back softly. I used all of my energy and nodded once, pathetically. He slowly guided me up to a standing position by my shoulders. "C'mon lets get you cleaned up." That's all I remembered before everything started fading in and out.

Rick groaned weakly in pain as I took him into his bathroom. I got us to the sink and turned the water on. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the water. Looking over, I saw that Rick was starting to fall. I tried to make him stand on his own but realized soon that he was starting to pass out. "Rick, c'mon. Can you stand up for me?"

He mumbled something incoherent as his eyes remained shut. I got him to stand in front of me as I held him against my chest with one hand, and tried to clean off his face with the other one. His head lulled to one side and stayed there.

"-mm srry, Brawnss"." He mumbled softly.

"Shh. No reason to be sorry." I said as I led him back to his bed and sat him down. I helped him get out of his now stained tank top and vest and grabbed one of his t-shirts from his dresser. My hands grazing over his small torso. "It's your birthday. You're supposed to have fun." I laughed.

He chuckled weakly. "It's m-m-my birthdaaay." Rick sung out softly. His eyes were still closed, and I could tell it was taking all of his power to sit up as straight as he was.

"Yeah." I giggled at his mumbles and helped him into his t-shirt. It was then I realized that I was right. He was definitely smaller than I remember. His abdomen wasn't toned like I remember it being. It was just small. I swear, any smaller and I would see his rib cage jutting out. It was crazy. Rick was one of the toughest people I knew back in high school. Looking at him now, I feel like I could break him if I breathed too hard... I didn't like it... not at all. I shook the thoughts away and decided to ask him (and maybe Ford) about it later. "Do you want to sleep in those jeans or pajama pants?"

Rick's chin started to drop to his chest as incoherent sounds escaped his lips. I stopped it from falling, and I held his face in my hands. His eyes slowly opened to look into mine. There they were...

"Deciding for you." I grabbed the flannel pajama pants, took his combat boots off and helped him into them. His small sounds of protest or thanks (couldn't tell which, but I knew it was one of the two) were pretty pitiful. I finally got him into something comfortable and made him lay down. I decided to clean up a little in his room. I picked things up. Looked over the posters and such he had on his wall, and I folded some clothes and put them in his dresser. As I closed the top drawer, I noticed a small frame on his dresser amongst a pile of gears and gizmos. I picked it up to examine it.

It was a picture of me, Rick, and Ford at their high school graduation. I had been the one to take it. Pretty clumsily, might I add... I couldn't help it. I was so proud of them both. They both graduated with honors and were all decked out in fancy cords and had received big scholarships that night. Both had to give a speech as they had tied for the highest GPA. Who would've guessed? I had managed to be related to and friends with the two smartest guys. I was so lucky and so proud. I looked at the picture and found myself. I had a crazy smile on my face in the left corner of the photo wearing my letterman's jacket. Ford looked annoyed as his cap was flying off cause of the wind, and Rick was in the middle looking at me, holding his cap on his head and genuinely laughing with the happiest look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at the fond memory. We were like gods back then it felt like.

Stanford was always the smartest guy in school. Then middle school came and Rick moved to town. He and Ford were challenging each other academically from then on. They became acquaintances and would study together all the time. Wow, Rick was such a nerd back in our first years of middle school. He wore glasses, and could barely get through a sentence without stuttering, but he and I quickly became friends. The three of us were inseparable. We couldn't be stopped or hurt. We had everything going for us all. I looked at the picture again. God, I hadn't seen Rick that happy in a while...

I set the frame back down gently. After I cleaned up a little more, I grabbed a glass, filled it with water and put it beside his bed. I gave the sleepy form one more look as I turned to leave. I stopped when I heard a small sound.

"Lee?" Came a quiet voice.

I turned again to look at Rick. His eyes weren't open- he wasn't even facing me.

"Yes, Rick?"

There was a small pause, and I thought he might have fallen asleep. As I turned to leave again I heard that same quiet voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm cold."

Without much thought, I slowly shut the door again. I turned off his light and shuffled back over to his bed. I don't know why I did it or what made me want to do it, but I sat on the bed, took off my shoes and crawled under the covers next to him. I looked at him, my friend, who I had... just kissed...oh man... I curled my arms around him. Within seconds I heard him snoring softly, and finding my own slumber not far behind.

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