The boys had always been best friends, super best friends even, always had each other's backs always just doing things for each other. But one day something happens to Kyle, and unlucky event and Stan is there to help. But unlike last time when Kyle I woke up in bed next to Stan, his arms were wrapped around my waist and we were in a spooning position, he smelt like sweet caramel. I snuggled further into him, not like I could really go anywhere anyways.
It's still dark outside so it must be early. I sigh and look outside. If I'm being honest, I'm terrified. I'm scared out of my own body, but I've got to prove to Stan that I'm strong. He's gonna leave me otherwise, I just know it. I need to piss. I rub Stan's arms gently and he stirs awake and sits up still half asleep, "You alright, Kyle?
Jesus, what time is it? I shrug and get out of bed, "Early, just go back to sleep. I look away slightly hopefully he doesn't notice my blush in the dark, I hate when I blush, I look disgusting when I do. I just nod at him and head to the bathroom, I take my phone from my back pocket and check the time, 2. I take off my shirt and look at my bruised and cut body. I turn around and holy shit.
Their is a giant bruise mark going diagonal across my back and loads of cuts around it. How the fuck did I not see that before?! Stan's never gonna like me now and I'm gonna be the laughing stock of the school. I hate it, god, I'm so tired I groan and then take a piss, I wash my hands and go to check on Ike. I open the door gently and he's got his head on Firkles lap and Firkles stroking his soft black hair, I think Ike is asleep though, so that's good.
Firkle slightly glares at me before grinning slightly, don't think I didn't notice you cheeky e- goth. I nod at him and shut the door and head back to my room. I get back into bed gently, hopefully not waking Stan up and I start to fall asleep.
