Stan sprinted as fast as humanely possible, until he reached the clinic door.
He stared at it for a while, thinking how his best friend was inside maybe crying or still hurting from how much of an asshole he was.
Stan braced himself for the guilt train that was gonna crash his station, as he pushed his arm to grab the doorknob.
As he was just about to twist it open, he was greeted with muffled sounds coming inside.
'Shit... He really is crying... I hate myself.....' Stan's resolve shattered a bit as he froze on the spot, hearing whimpers that sounded like screeching chalk boards to him.
The sounds hurt his ears.
Kyle didn't deserve this.
He didn't deserve to cry.
He... just deserves to smile, laugh.... and be happy.
Stan once more tried to bring himself back together, but then another sound made him freeze.
It was a chuckle.
A deep, husky chuckle that went along the crying.
It only meant one thing, someone else was in the room.
He didn't know why, but Stan pushed his face deeper on the depths of the door and listened closely to what lied beneath.
He couldn't hear much at first.
..........
"....Oh... But I dooo want this Kyle!"
.........
"*sob* Please stop... This isn't you..."
..........
"Shit.. your skin is so smooth.."
.........
"......*sob*...."
.........
'Move....'
'...M...'
'MOVE!!'
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" He didn't mean to burst in a lunatic and then roars so fucking loud it echoed at the next hallway nearby.
But what was happening here now was complete FUCK.
Stan's POV
I instantky looked over at the beds and immediately saw a sight that made my blood boil.
DavÃd FUCKING Rodriguez, was on TOP of Kyle, both of them topless.
And by the tear-struck expression that Kyle had on his face, I could quickly tell that the process of this image right now wasn't pleasant.
I was shaking so hard.
Kyle had a shocked expression on his face, but the damn Rodriguez just smirked at me and placed his attention back at Kyle!
I stepped forward to warn him, but he simply jut continued kissing Kyle.
Wait... what?
KISSING?!
I prepared my fists for how hard I was gonna punch this son of a gun, but what he then said struck me.
"Mm~ I'm going to fuck you up so hard, you'll forget ALL THE PAIN THAT PIECE OF SHIT HAS GIVEN YOU"
My fist suddenly went lower... I sadly sighed in agreement.
He... was right.
Here I was acting all righteous and shit to save Kyle from him, yet I caused him pain too...
What kind of friend am I....?
W---
"I'm gonna rip that virgin open! Now, open your legs up for m-"
OH HELL NO.
I didn't even notice how hard I did it, or when my body just started moving on it's own.
What I did know is that I was now punching the shit out of this bastard.
"....You... fucking...dare do this... to him!!" I spoke harshly, as I punched his vulnerable face more.
.......
After a few more punches, I stop.
My hands were hurting too much now.
"......" The jerk just stared at me as he was laying on the ground helplessly.
He then tried to stand up but hen failed.
I scoffed at him and then proceeded to go near Kyle who was shivering at the bed trying to cover himself up.
"Ky-" I started.
"Hey"
I looked back over at the DavÃd who was know sitting straight. Glaring at me hard.
Wow! He even had the NERVE to glare at me!
"I know I deserve this.... But don't you dare act like that stupid protagonist that's just always right. You know damn well you hurt him too!" His voice was shaky as he spoke, but his eyes were remorseful as he was looking over at Kyle.
DavÃd looks back over at me.
"Please... Help me up."
The hell?
"Why should I h--"
"Because unlike you, I'm actually TRYING to fix what I did wrong!"
I stopped at his sudden outburst.
"You don't even KNOW, what Kyle has gone through just for you, and yet you do THIS to him! Your damn lucky I just love him too much... The I'm willing to give him up just to see that amazing smile he has."
DavÃd looked like he was holding back tears as he spoke.
"Only you can give him that happiness... and I hate that. He's too good for you. You've had him for so long, yet you assholes have always just taken advantage him. Especially when you ere kids"
"You guys never took the time to understand him. When you were the one who went all up and started acting like a jerk so long ago, remember who tried to persuade you longer than everyone else did? That's right! Kyle!"
"But yet, when it was his time to need your help, you just goddamn laughed and called him a fucking weirdo because he wasn't going along with your stupid trends! You were all just willing to leave him! Especially that time with the stupid Guitar Hero game!"
"I know there was once an innocent Stan who was willing to sacrifice everything just for his best friend, and his best friends felt that too..."
"Yet that Stan is gone.... He gave in to the world of girls, problems, and temptation. You left Kyle alone to go along with everyone else. What happened to you, Stan?!"
DavÃd looked like he wanted to say more yet he was out of breath already.
"....Y.... Kyle..." He tried once more.
"D-DavÃd..." Kyle answered back.
I watched as Kyle stood up and walked over to the Latino.
The ginger gently strokes the cheek of the guy.
"I.... I never realized you saw me as THAT amazing" Kyle chuckles at him, and then gives him the SMILE.
The smile that says... "It's alright"
I saw how DavÃd smiles blissfully before finally passing out.
"S-Stan!! DavÃd he--" He stops.
Oh shit. We were still fighting.
"Kyle" I call.
He doesn't look at me.
I sigh and just talk anyway.
"Look... I-I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should've believed you. I should've never hurt you. I...I... What can I do to make up for it?!"
Shit. Now that I was on the spot, I realized I had no idea what to say.
"I know I was a jerk... not just today but... since 4th grade ended for us. I.. I changed. I became alcoholic, I relied on you too much, yet I never let you rely on me. I-I'm... A shitty best friend."
I inhaled.
"But... I... want to change again. So please, g... give me another chance?" I asked hopefully.
He still wasn't looking at me.
"I know I don't deserve it, but-- I'll show you that I will deserve it!! And... er... fuck!!" I accidentally yell.
But then he laughs.
Kyle laughs.
I look back at him surprisingly, taking all his bruises and tears once more in.
"You idiot! I know... that your guilty."
"We wouldn't be best friends if I didn't know THAT much right?!" He smiles at me.
W-What....?
He proceeds to open his arms suddenly.
"C'Mon, you know you want it dude"
As FAST as possible, I was now giving him a bone breaking hug.
Shit.
SHIT.
Fuck...
I....
I'm so happy.
Why the fuck am I so happy?!
"Kyle... Kyle... you're such an angel.... fuuuckk!!"
"A-Angel?! The fuck, are you drunk Stan?" He yells at me.
Ah... my Kyle... he's back.
"Okay okay, that enough hugs from you. Help me get DavÃd on the bed. He looks exhausted..."
I gawk at him.
"Now way dude!! He TRIED to rape you! Are you fucking crazy?!"
"He was drunk"
"That's no excuse!!"
"Ah? Well fuck you then Stan! I'll just carry him by myself!"
"What?! Argh fine I'll help you!!"
Yup.
This is my Kyle.
...........
We were now walking back to our dorm. I haven't seen Wendy the entire day, me and DavÃd were cool now, and Kyle was fixed up.
Oh, and Red had kneeled down to Kyle for forgiveness too, but Kyle was the the thanking her so much.
"Soooo..." I was gonna ask....
"Hmm?"
He was now unlocking our room.
"You do forgive me now right?" I ask him.
He stares at me.
"What? No. I haven't forgiven you yet. When did I ever say that? I still hate you. You stupid gay jock!"
WHAAAAAT?!
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