Stan's POV
Coming back around to consciousness the next morning was probably as close to hell on earth as I'd been. I had barely opened my eyes before I turned my head and threw up. Amazing, I thought sarcastically as I went to sit up.

Instead my arm was held down. I had gotten so accustomed to Kyle pressed against me in the night I hadn't even noticed when I woke up.

"Fuck!"

I half-harshly shook Kyle awake and pulled my arm out from underneath him. Why the frick he gotta be so cute? I wondered as he groggily stretched out and yawned.

"Goddamn this is one of the worst hangovers ever," he groaned while rubbing his forehead.

By now I had scooted out of the chair and was half sitting on the arm as I tried to make my brain work. Slow, slow, slow. Go faster! I put both my hands to the side of my head and tried to form coherent thoughts.

Kyle was the one who came around first. He bolted up suddenly, almost making me slide off the chair.

"Holy shit, what?"

His green eyes went wide as he whispered quietly, "We were basically on top of each other, and now anyone who saw this most likely thinks we're gay, and they're not wrong!"

"Maybe nobody even saw?" Even as I said it I knew I was lying. With that many people someone had to have seen and now we just had to hope it didn't get back to our parents.

I mean mine might take it not too badly but who knows and I would much rather not risk it.

In a way it was nearly easier knowing that Kyle's family was against it because he didn't have to wrestle with the idea that maybe, just maybe his family would be okay with it.

We both sat silently, running things through our heads individually until Kyle asked,

"What would make us look worse, pretending nothing happened and continue being bros at school, or avoiding each other while at school?"

"I think we should try to find out if there's even a rumour going around, and what it is first. It's a stretch to say no one saw but we could always blame it on the alcohol which isn't even that much of a lie."

Kyle just shrugged and muttered something under his breath. He didn't look too convinced though and we both got up and started to pick our way through the messy house.

After we were away from the house and walking along the road, we still avoided looking at each other fully as we half heartedly chatted a bit about this and that until Kyle abruptly said,

"Stan... I'm really sorry about all this. It might be nothing but it could also totally fuck us over," Now he was starting to get angry, and knowing him it was likely directed at himself. As he continued I kept my eyes on the road to keep myself from being drawn into his green eyes.

"I'm not going to let this go until we know for certain it's not literally posted everywhere. If people see shit like that they might give us a hard time at school, and that'd be pretty rough. School's already boring and long enough without assholes having us as new targets."

I was right. Of course he feels angry with himself after last night and although it wasn't entirely his or my fault, I'm pretty sure he's putting most of he blame on himself.

I wanted to grab his hand, to give him a quick kiss and let him know that it's all right, I'll be good, he'll be good, we'll be good and he needn't worry but no need to add more fuel to the fire. He'd find more ways to try to prove its his fault. Instead I tap my hand against his as subtly as I can and whisper,

"I really do love you a lot hey? If you stay by my side I think I could do almost anything, and I hope you feel the same. I promise I won't leave, and whatever happens, I'll always try."

Goddamn did I ever blush as I said that and looking at Kyle I can see he is too.  I feel like that's something Kyle needed to hear. I needed to hear that. We both looked at each other and offered warm smiles while we continued walking.

Under that smile was a layer of guilt, however thin it might have been, but it still worried me. I hope the outcome wont be as bad as Kyle thinks it could be, because it's either going to be all or nothing.

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