Another Sip (Style)

~ Chapter 11 ~

Warning: Mention of Attempted Suicide 😱, Emotional Self-Harm 🫢, Cringe 💀

(Please read with caution from the cringe, I'm sorry)

(Don't ask about the emojis 😭)

(Damn why do I make these chapters so emo) 

//Stan's POV //

I woke up, my throat hurt like hell. My mother knocked on the door, "Stanley! You have school today!" I tried to respond, but I couldn't. I couldn't say anything. My voice was completely shut off. Literally. My mom opens the door and she looks at me. "Well? Are you going to get ready?" she asked me. I get a sticky-note and I write, "My voice isn't working" she looks at the note and sighs.

"I'm sorry Stanley, but you can't miss another day of school this month. If you miss another day then CPS may come over to check out why you've been missing far too many days. I really can't deal with that this year"

I had to go to school without a voice. Great. Fucking fantastic. But then I remembered, I learned sign language as a joke with Kyle a few months ago, and we learned a lot, so I could at least talk to him I guess.

Not like I especially wanted to with the things going on…

. . .

// At school //

I entered school and I gave a note to my first class teacher excusing me from talking, it worked pretty well until lunch. Kenny needed to talk to me about something very serious, I had to answer him through notes the entire time. It hurt my hand from writing a lot but it still made him feel better than I was there for him.

Then came that one class. You know what I'm talking about. I gave the teacher the note and I sat down. We got excused to our assigned areas, and when me and Kyle got to the library I started to speak in sign language - hoping he still knew. He surprisingly did. Through sign language I had to tell him I could hear him so it wouldn't take literally forever.

We were actually working pretty well and when I scooted closer, our hands actually touched. I flinched away but he kept working, he was always the focused type. Especially.. my type.

// Kyle's POV //

I realized that Stan's hand had touched mine, but I didn't move. Why? I don't know.. it's just something about him that made me stay still.

His hand flinched away and I kept working. We had to finish this by this Friday, because the finishing time changed. We got done with the section pretty fast and I looked over to Stan, whose face was red as a tomato. Why? Again, I don't fucking know.

We left the library so we could be back in time. We were walking through the hallways, before I accidentally..

Started holding Stan's hand.

I realized it almost 2 seconds afterwards, but I didn't wanna make it seem like I knew I guess? I just kept holding his hand. I looked over to him and his face was red as fuck. Was he sick? Is that why he couldn't talk? I really don't understand this.

We entered the classroom and I let go of Stan's hand to walk to my seat. The bell rang shortly after, and I just got out of the classroom as soon as possible. I don't know why, I just did.

// Next day: Lunch //

//Kyle's POV //

I looked around the lunch room and I realized there has been a seating shortage, and the people I normally sat with had gone to a table that quickly filled up. I realized that there was a table with an open seat.

Kenny's table.. aka, the one Stan sits at.

Kenny looked at me and smiled. He patted a seat area that could sit at. Small problem, Stan would be sitting next to me. I don't hate him, I just don't really like to be around him, or talk to him if I'm able to get out of the situation, you know?