sorry about the late update. no excuse really, apart from being in hospital

this is for CAPTiViTY

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Object: Pebble

Kyle was in Stan's bedroom, digging through an overflowing draw that was filled with all sorts of useless belongings. As he was rummaging through, he picked out a small, red box. Inside, he found a rather odd looking object. He pinched it between his fingertips and brought it up closer to his eyes so he could see what it was. Acknowledging what the object was, he rolled his eyes and swung his arm backwards.

"Dude, what the fuck is this?"

Stan looked up from his phone to see what Kyle was complaining about this time. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look at what his friend was holding.
"Uh.. a pebble?"

"A pebble." Kyle turned to look at his friend. "A goddam pebble, Stan!"

"..So?"

The redhead rolled his eyes. "It's things like this is the reason why your mom has to get me to come and help clear up your crap."

Stan shrugged, knowing he would feel so much better if everyone would just quit the whole 'Stan is a hoarder' thing. It wasn't that big of a deal. Or so he believed.
Kyle sighed frustratingly, throwing the mineral into the pile of things to trash. The raven's eyes widened as he watched this action and shot up.
"Kyle, what the heck?!" He scolded, striding over to the pile. He dropped to his knees and immediately began scooping away the larger objects that were spread out amongst each other.

"Stan, it's a rock, you don't need it!" Kyle replied, resisting the urge to face palm.

"No, I do."

The redhead groaned at the other's protest. There was no need for this. "No, Stan. No, you don't."

"Yes, Kyle. Yes, I do." He emphasized, lifting up old books and pieces of paper. He eventually spotted the tiny rock and grabbed it with both hands.

"Why do you need it for?"

Stan cupped the tiny mineral in his palms, mentally appreciating the distant memories it could hold. In other words, Stan couldn't remember why it was in his possession in the first place.
He studied the soft face and tried to bring his mind back to why it was so significant to him. He knew it was important. He knew he couldn't throw it away.. But he just couldn't figure out why.

"Stan."

The raven snapped out of his daze and brought his eyes to meet Kyle's. "Huh?"
The redhead sighed and rested his hands on his hips. "I said, why do you need it? Why can't it just go in the trash like the rest of this junk."

Stan pushed aside the look of distaste Kyle's eyes held. "Because I need this."

"Yeah, why?"

"Because, I do, it's important."

"How is it important?"

"Because.." The raven paused. "because it holds really fond memories."

"Memories of what exactly?"

"Jesus, Kyle, it doesn't matter what!"

"Yes, it does!" Kyle protested, throwing his hands in mid-air. "If you can't remember why you have it, why keep it?!"

"Because I need it!"

The redhead threw his head back and groaned in a very frustrating manor. He was tired of his friend's bitching and just really wanted him to get rid of all of his stuff. Kyle had had enough. Stan had it coming, it was only a matter of time before Kyle would snap. That's right, he was going into full lecture mode.

"Goddammit, Stan! I'm sick and tired of this stupid obsession you have with inanimate objects! I come round here every three months to help you sort this out, yet you make it extremely difficult for me to proceed in helping you! I understand that this is a serious condition and it stresses you out, but have you ever thought about how it makes me feel? I feel bad for you, I really do, but if you-" He was unfortunately cut off by a shriek of joy.

"That's it!" Stan's eyebrows rose and he hopped on the spot a few times. "I remember now!"

Kyle blinked at his friend, only slightly annoyed that Stan probably hadn't listened to a thing he just said. Stan continued, "You remember back in Freshman year, where we both went on family vacation?"

The redhead nodded slowly, the memory still fresh in his mind.

"Well you know the day we skipped out on our parents and headed to the beach where it was all cold and shit?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Mom went crazy when she found out we left Ike by himself."

"Yeah, I know. But apart from the whole thing with your mom, for me, that was the best day of the year."

Kyle glanced down at the pebble held protectively in Stan's palm. "So.. you picked a rock to resemble that day?"

"Uh-huh,"

"Even though you had no clue what it was five minutes ago."

"Yeah."

"Stan, You're.." Kyle sighed, pushing his frustration to the side. Even though the two were super best friends, he couldn't help but wish he could understand the logic of how Stan's mind worked sometimes. "Unbelievable."

The raven grinned and handed the belonging back to his friend, before collapsing onto the bed. "Just shove it in the draw to the left when you're done, thanks."

"Oh, no. No, don't you dare sit back down. You're helping me clean this shit up, so get your ass up, before I kick it!"

"But, Kyle, you know I can't! I have-"

"No!" Kyle cut in, pointing an accusing finger at his raven friend, "Don't give me all that 'I can't handle all this, it gives me anxiety' crap, you're only using it as an excuse to get me to clean your room for you!"

"But, Kyle-"

"If you complain one more time, I'm leaving."

"But-"

"That's it." Kyle turning on his heal was enough for Stan to shoot up from the mattress and grab the redhead's forearm. "Okay, okay! I'll help,"

lame ending, didn't like how i ended this, but thanks for the comments!