Kyle's POV
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I can't believe Stan did that. He's never hit me while drunk. This is getting out of hand. I hope he realizes how much he's hurt my feelings. He's such an asshole. One minute he's ditching us left and right and the next he's trying to attach himself to you. It's pissing me off and it's not just me. Everyone who Stan used to hang out with is getting pretty fed up. We've excluded him from our loop and yeah I feel bad and all but he should have at least told us he would be busy. That time I asked him, he told me but usually he says he'll be there so you prepare and save a spot for him only to not actually show up. I grabbed my things and as I tried to make my way downstairs I got called by my mom. " hey bubby come here!" I rolled my eyes. She's always yelling. Well I mean I always yell but my mom...the way she talks is like if she were born on caps lock. " yes Ma?" She points at the blood and first aid kit on the floor. " why is there blood and a first aid kit on the floor? Bubby are you getting into fights? What happened?" I laughed and she looked at me confused. I wiped the blood off the floor with some of the alcohol in the first aid kit and put the kit away. "Sorry Ma Stan was coming back from his mall trip with Wendy and he tripped and fell on his face and my house was close by so I helped him with his bloody nose" I giggle. She gives me an unconvincing look but brushes it off. " oh well okay then, go have fun at school bye!" I give her a hug and I walk to the bus stop. I could drive if I wanted to, but I don't really feel like it. Plus gas is expensive. I waited at the bus stop and saw Kenny walking towards me with Cartman in tow. I looked at them weirdly but brushed it off. Kenny was the only one who seemed giggly while Cartman looked flustered. " what's up with you two?" I asked. " guess who's going on a date? That's right it's me and not you kahl. So you can suck it!" Cartman said mocking me. I rolled my eyes. I didn't care if he was meeting with someone. I was actually happy for him to say the least. I know I know Kyle, happy for Cartman? The world must be ending! I'm not happy about him I'm happy that he has a serious thing with some chick. I didn't bother asking because last time I did he didn't answer and no matter how hard I tried to get it out of him he still wouldn't bulge, so I gave up and let him be. " well why are you so happy Kenny?" He went onto his phone and showed us that he had gotten a promotion in his job. " woah dude that's awesome!" I was very excited that Kenny is moving forward and will be able to provide more for his family. I smiled and listened to music on my ipod. I had left my phone at home because I really didn't feel like bringing it today. I know what a weird thing for me to do. Now that I think about it, Nobody talked about Stan anymore at bus stop. He drove with Wendy so we kinda stopped caring about his whereabouts. I got on the bus and after dealing with reckless driving we finally made it to school. As I walked into the school everyone looked like zombies. So emotionless. Except for those popular people or people who have a very bubbly personality. Like Butters. I walked aimlessly around the halls until the bell rang signaling us to go to our first period class.

Time skip to 5th period passing period. I had just finished AP physics and was on my way to my next class when I harshly bumped into someone sending me and the other person flying. " oh goodness me I'm so sorry I wa- Stan?" He rubbed his forehead and looked at me. " h-hey Kyle.." the awkward tension was so thick you could try cutting it with a chainsaw and it still wouldn't cut. "So—how'd you sleep?" I didn't know whether to ask about last night or not so I settled with something easy. " Kyle..I am so so sorry whatever I did—I didn't mean it." Okay so he's apologizing for something he doesn't remember? The hell? " Stan I'm going to be honest with you, why are you apologizing for something you don't even know you did? What's the point in that?" I asked annoyed. I honestly wanted to just get to my next class. When he stayed silent I turned around but he grabbed my arm. " Kyle please I'm sorry, how can I remember if I was drunk?" I yanked my arm from his grasp and he grabbed it again. That bastard. "Kyle please I'm begging you to forgive me" I thought about it but thought against it. He needs to show me that he won't do that again and bring back the Stan I knew, the Stan I grew to love. " figure it out yourself" I said and turned around again. I would have ran but this bastard grabbed my hand for the third time and at this point I wanted to cut his hand off so that he would stop touching me. " Kyle let me show you I can—" he was briefly cut off by his coughing and his eyes began to get droopy. His face turning pale with pink tinted cheeks. His posture was very slanted and he stumbled. He looked very disoriented and then he gasped and fell in front of me. I caught him in time and began to panic when he began to breathe heavily. I picked him up and decided to just leave the school. I felt his forehead and he was burning hot. I felt his pockets for his keys and turned on the alarm from the car and found his car. I buckled him up in the passenger seat and drove past the speeding limit to his house. I parked the car and carried him inside and carried him upstairs to his bed. I grabbed a bucket of cold water and a cloth to put on his forehead. I put the cloth on his forehead and covered him half way. I took off his jacket, and, shoes, and gloves, along with his hat. I went down stairs to make some chicken soup. I look for all the ingredients and began making it. If anything, Stan would probably get up a little after it's done so I didn't stress about it. I finished making it and checked up on Stan. I looked at him laying there, on the bed. His facial expression so peaceful and yet bothered. He was sweating a lot so I took off his shirt. Luckily it was a button up shirt. I grabbed a towel and dried him up with it because I doubt anyone can sleep comfortably when they're dripping bullets. I see him turning a little and his eyes slowly opening. I smile in happiness but then switch to that emotionless expression. " w-what.....happened?" He looked at me and noticed that we weren't in school. " oh yeah about that....you fainted" he widened his eyes but then relaxed. " oh.." I got up and went downstairs to grab the soup and came up. When I got up I couldn't see his face because he had his head down. He looked sad. " hey...what's wrong?" He didn't say anything and then he began to shake and I heard his sobs. " Kyle—I'm really sorry...I didn't mean what I did....I'm sorry I can't remember—I'm sorry I did what I did to hurt you..please give me another chance to show you I can be a good friend. No best friend. I promise I'll hang out with you guys more often just please give me another chance." I put the soup on his night Stan. " Stan...fine since you don't remember then I'll tell you.. I was trying to help you and then all off a sudden you hit me." I had an angry look on my face. Look, I'm not mad that he hit me but I'm mad that I was only trying to help and that was basically that thanks I received. You know it's really not a good way for saying thanks. " Kyle...I am so so sorry. I promise I will never ever hit you. And if I do. Hit me too because I deserve it." I shook my head. I don't want to add fire to the fire that's not how it works. But I believe slightly in what he says. I don't love him any less. But he's making it even harder for me to contain my feelings. " fine I'll give you another chance. Don't screw up." He smiled and hugged me. Here's the thing. I would have waited a while until I could give him a chance but Stan is sensitive. And not just sensitive but really really sensitive. So if you say anything that really strikes him or you say/do something like that. He'll break. Petty ironic since he's an" tough" football player who can " handle everything" but he only handles physical pain well. Not emotional. You know he got shot twice. Twice. I honestly don't know how he handles it. I smiled thinking that. Okay I may have overreacted the slightest bit. But at least maybe he won't drink as much. " here I made you some soup but it's probably cold now" I handed him the soup and he looked ecstatic. " anything you make I'll eat because it's good anyways." He said and ate the soup. " hey it's actually still warm. And so good" I smiled at him and watched him eat until he finished. Then put my forehead on his to feel his temperature. It was pretty hot still but it was rising so he still had a fever. I laid him down and put the cloth again. " I'll be right back." I went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the fever medicine. I grabbed a glass of water and some cough drops. " I wanted you to wake up to eat something before you took your medicine so here you go" he took some pills and drank the water then closed his eyes. I smiled and did my homework. Well that's resolved. I thought in my head.