KYLE
Stan was right. This show is incredible. We stay up until 4 am watching it. I feel so comfortable I don't even want to get up. I nuzzle my pillow realizing it's a lot more solid than I would like. I open my eyes adjusting my vision realizing I'm sleeping on Stan. He is knocked out, head tilted to the side as he lays on his back. I shift realizing his arm is around my waist. I look down viewing his arm looking so relaxed on my waist. I can't help but glance back at him. Stan is pretty good looking. I want to meet TC and make sure he is a good fit for Stan. That fucker dodges me whenever he can. Stan keeps telling me had to go. It's been over a month. I'm not buying TC bullshit excuses. Stan whimpers gripping my waist a little tighter.
"Ha…."I whimper embarrassed. I cover my mouth realizing he didn't hear me. He is still sleeping. What the hell was that? That little grip felt pleasant. I slide away from Stan getting out of my bed. I grab my phone realizing I have another 4 hours before I have to be at work. I see I have several messages from Kenny, Butters, my brother, I roll my eyes tossing my phone back down before heading to the bathroom. I wash up but don't touch my hair since I'm just going to get back into bed.
Heading into my room I stop at the foot of my bed and stare at it. I feel nervous about sleeping beside Stan. I mean what if he cuddles me again? I get back under the covers laying down on my side, yeah going back to sleep. I almost drift off when Stan drapes his arm over my waist. I turn towards him. He has turned on his side but is still sleeping. I'm too tired to even move his arm as I drift back off to sleep. I awake to my alarm going off at noon. I was so close to flinging my phone against the wall. I notice that Stan is gone from my room as I cut my phone alarm off. I stand up stretching still feeling tired as I stumble towards the kitchen. Laying back down didn't do shit. Probably because I got drunk yesterday. Outside of my bedroom door I stop short when I can hear Stan on his phone.
"You got some nerve being mad," he says quietly. I'm pretty sure it was so he doesn't wake me. He's so thoughtful. "I'm not going to abandon my best friend. I would never ask you to do that." God, he has to be talking to TC, fucking asshole. I continue walking into the kitchen. I think a quick sandwich should do it. I go in the fridge fixing a sandwich when I hear Stan yelling "You petty mother fucker!" I glance at his door not sure if I should get involved. I sigh knowing I should since this is my fault a little. I knock on his door. "Yeah," His voice sounds so strained. I open the door. He is sitting on the edge of his bed with his head down.
"Don't get in a fight with me over TC," I state holding my plate in my hand. "I mean you really like this guy and I'm not worth it." Stan glares up at me. Wow he is clearly pissed off.
"The fight is because he is a selfish asshole," stats Stan. "He is now saying he wants to cancel that trip. Who the fuck does that!"
"A very controlling person," I state sitting beside him. I'm hungry so I start to eat my sandwich.
"You're always worth it Kyle," he says. "I have known you since I was 3 and…" Stan looks away. I can tell he is emotional because he stopped talking because his voice started to shake.
"You guys didn't break up, did you?" I ask.
"I don't even fucking know," says Stan running his hand through his hair. "Goddamnit….." I set my sandwich down on Stan's nightstand before hugging him. I mean really hug him. I have seen Stan date a lot of people. I can tell he really cares about TC. Stan buries his face into my shoulder. I can't help it as I hold him tighter as if he will crumble if I don't. "I hate him sometimes…." I rub his back.
"You don't have to go back to him," I reply still hugging him. "You can find a new guy who will love you and kiss the ground you walk on." Stan chuckles a little.
"Man, I wish you didn't have to work today," he replies. I pull away from him.
"Me too dude," I say. "I could use a day off especially after yesterday." He wipes his eyes before laughing.
"I can't believe I'm crying…" he says.
"I have seen you cry plenty of times," I reply. "I have to finish this sandwich and get ready for work. How To Get Away With Murder tonight? Maybe some nice dinner from Texas Roadhouse, my treat." Stan's eye light up.
"Fuck yeah," says Stan. "I will be here." I smile glad to see my friend returning to normal. "I'm going to be okay. You can go take care of yourself now." That is another good thing about living with Stan. We can always lean on each other in times of need. I certainly need him as much as he needs me right now.
"All right," I reply. I walk out the room realizing I haven't thought about Heidi once in the last 18 hours. Nice.