Eric had walked home, unusually quieter then most times. What the hell was he thinking when he thought he could show love? He always acted cruel, and still had been the whole time. How could anyone love someone like him? Despite the fact he acted big and tough, it was somewhat easy to hurt his feelings, and he did have emotions in fact like other humans. He was just really good at hiding them. Most of the town knew who he was, since he always interrupted speeches or ruined a bunch of shit. He was famous for wrecking everything, so everyone was staring at him with quirked eyebrows, wondering what he was planning this time. But there was nothing in his head to plan. He just had empty thoughts other then two things tossing back and forth; Love and Kyle. His blue eyes was studying the ground, when he recklessly stumbled into a fire hydrant and groaned in pain as his stomach pushed against it.
Swearing rapidly at the fire hydrant not even hearing what he was saying, he kicked it. Now everyone was staring at him, and some were even laughing. He hadn't even realized what he had said, he just spat out swears. "What's so funny?" He snapped, obviously in a bad mood as he swung his arms to cross together, eyes piercing poisonously into everyone laughing making them stop. "You kinda just said you liked Kyle?" Suggested one. Then, he realized what he said; He had just screamed at the fire hydrant claiming if he wanted to fuck Kyle he could. Well, shit. "Fuck all of you, I didn't say that dumbasses!" He snapped back, racing toward the crowd but only for everyone to run out of his way. Eric breathed heavily, before running away from the massive crowd.
Few, he probably would have been arrested again if he hadn't ran when he did. He could practically hear the alarms just now. Eric looked back to see if anyone had followed him laughing, and to his luck found nothing of the sort. Then, crawling into his room, he bit his lips. He remembered the argument between him and Stan now, and it made him want to light on fire and fume at everyone. However, all he could so was sit there in despair wishing he hadn't said what he did. Eric felt tied in the middle. He was kinda like the town's hero, except the opposite. The town's villain. He had been arrested three times, and only in the span that Kyle was gone.
So who knows what type of bullshit would go on the news. Hopefully none. He never actually got on the news when it came to people insulting him or shit. Just things like the one time he nearly got an ipad where Kyle was attached to two other people. Damn, one of them actually got connected to his ass. Pushing the thought away, trying to avoid getting brought into sexual and affectionate dreams, he laid on the couch. He hadn't been in the house since he left to take Kyle to the hospital. Eric realized he still had a mess to clean up, and started to get back up. Walking towards the broken glass, he blinked. Eric didn't have the time to clean it up. He opened the fridge and took up another bottle of alcohol. However, looking down he realized something. He looked and acted like a serial killer. His house had blood from Kyle's shoulder on the floor from the kitchen to the door, and glass was everywhere.
Frustration wrapped him in a cycle of heartbreak, curiosity, and anger. He was in a seat at the kitchen now, chugging down the drink, slowly going into sweet unconsciousness of being drunk. Eric shivered gently, thinking about Kyle, Stan, and Kenny. They probably would have a sleepover or something, while Eric was stuck here with a bunch of alcohol being shoved down his throat. Slamming down his bottle after taking a big swig, he was growing dizzy. Shit, he had to sleep it off now. Staggering out of the chair, he slipped on the glass and collapsed to the ground, injuring his shoulder as it mashed against the ground causing soreness. He had somehow managed to dodge the glass at least.
Staggering to the couch since he didn't have much furniture other then a TV, fridge cabinet, sink, complete bathroom, and a couch, he flopped into it forgetting to lock his doors. He was too drunk to even stay away without staggering everywhere or doing something stupid. He still was wearing jeans, and had his fridge wide open still. But he didn't notice, he was slipping back into oblivion.