Chapter 13

Stan's POV

I wake up and I immediately can feel my head throbbing and I feel sick to my stomach. I look over and see Kenny bringing me a bowl. "Hey." I say to him as he hands me the bowl. It turns out it's oatmeal.

"Good Morning. Did you sleep well?"

I shake my head. "Not really. My head is pounding."

"You want an Advil?"

"No, I feel like I'll throw up if I take anything."

"You definitely did that last night." Kenny chuckles.

"Oh God, I did? I'm sorry dude." I shake my head in disgust.

"No worries, I'll wash your clothes and get them back to you."

"You really don't have to."

"I know I don't, but I want to."

I smile. "Thanks, you're a really great friend. I thought Kyle was that type of friend…"

He sits down at the edge of the bed. "I think we need to talk about the elephant in the room."

"What elephant?"

"You kissed me last night."

I'm completely taken aback. "I did?"

"You don't remember?" I shake my head. "You asked if you can sleep in here."

"I remember that."

"When you got in the bed, you called me Wendy and said you loved me and kissed me."

I put my hand on my head. "Oh God! Dude, I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing!"

"Don't be embarrassed. You're a great kisser!"

"Is that all I did?"

"Yeah, I pushed you away quickly. You did ask me to hold you."

"God, you must think I'm such a pussy!"

"Not at all. You were in a vulnerable place."

"I feel so stupid. I can't believe I kissed you!"

"It's not the end of the world dude."

I start tearing up. "I sexually assaulted you!"

Kenny looks at me in shock. "Dude, you're overreacting!"

I stand up and grab my shoes. "I know you said I could stay as long as I'd like, but I better go. I'm so sorry. I'll return your pajamas when I can. Say bye to Tommy for me. I'm sorry!"

"Stan, wait!" I hear Kenny call out to me as I'm heading out. I'm too embarrassed to hear what he has to say. I fucked up! Now I have to find somewhere else to go.

Kyle's POV

Wendy and I are in bed and she's looking at my face. Thanks to Stan, I have a new accessory…a black eye. "I really think you should get that looked at." Wendy tells me.

I shake my head. "I'll be fine. It will heal."

"Your nose could be broken."

"I deserved it after what I did to him. I feel really guilty."

Wendy looks down. "I do too."

I put my arm around her. "It was hard hearing him say he was jealous of me. I wasn't expecting that."

"You didn't know."

"Yeah, but he's my best friend. He's my best friend and I stole his wife. What kind of friend am I?"

Wendy looks at me. "What are you saying? You don't want to be with me anymore?"

I shake my head and pull her closer to me. "That hasn't changed. I just feel like a monster for hurting Stan. I want to help him get through this."

"Give him time, he'll come around." She leans in and starts kissing me. "I'm glad you don't want to give up on us though."

"I couldn't do that. I enjoy making love to you."

"I enjoy making love to you too!" She starts kissing me on the neck.

"Well now that we don't have to hide out relationship, it's time for me to take you out on a real date."

"A date?" She seems surprised by that.

"Yes, you deserve to be wined and dined."

"Aww, Stan and I never went on dates." She pokes out her bottom lip. I have to take her mind off of Stan.

"It's not about you and Stan anymore." I kiss her on the lips. I am inside her mouth, and there, still hidden from the world. Her tongue comes forward. I do not know myself then, what man I am, who I lie with in embrace. I stare at her beauty. She touches my chest and I bite lightly on her lip, spread moisture to her cheek and then kiss there. She makes something like a sigh.

"Kyle…" She moans.

"Want me inside?" I ask softly, and she nods. I move her off my chest and work her inert body around so we lie side by side and I can fuck her from behind. She cries out, "Oh" when I penetrate. I pump slowly, pulling the sheet up over us. I can tell I'm getting ready to come when-

"Really guys? In my bed?" We look and see Stan standing in the doorway. I just lost it…

"Stan? Umm…hi." Wendy says nervously. We both scramble find our clothes.

"I guess you couldn't wait to get rid of me."

"Dude, it's not like that!" I try to explain, but Stan puts his hand up.

"Save it! I just came to get some of my things!"

"Where are you going to go?" Wendy asks.

Stan glares at her. "Why do you care? You have Kyle now, remember?"

"I just want to make sure that you're okay."

"I'll be fine."

"Dude, it's okay to let out your real feelings. It's not good to keep them bottled up like this." I really want to help, but I can't when he's not opening up.

"Kyle, leave me the fuck alone before I break your fucking jaw!"

"Violence doesn't solve anything either."

"That's it!" He tries to charge towards me, but Wendy quickly stops him.

"No! I'm not going to let you hit him again!"

I can see his anger starting to fade. "I don't get it Wendy, I've never seen you come to my defense like this."

"I never had to." She takes Stan's hand. "I don't want to make this a fight. I just want to know where you're going to stay."

Stan lets out a sigh of frustration. "If you must know, I'm going to stay with my parents."

"Are you kidding me? At the weed farm?"

He nods. "It makes sense, at least I don't have to commute to work anymore."

"Instead you're going to get high even more than before! God Stan, do you ever learn? This is exactly why you couldn't knock me up and Kyle did! Your sperm count is low because of your drug use!" Yikes! I can't believe she went there! I look at Stan and can see he's tearing up. I'm not surprised.

"You're really going to say that in front of Kyle?" I see a tear fall from his eye.

She turns to me. "Can you give us a moment alone?"

I nod. "I need to go check on some things at home anyway. I'll come back and see my girls later."

"Bye baby!" We kiss each other and I head out. Poor Stan…