Another Sip (Style)

~ Chapter 11 ~

He shallows and I get a little happier "now was that so hard?" I ask. "No.." he responds. I smile, "alright now your Ganna eat all of this" "what? Why??" He asks. "Because I'm not going to let you die from your own stupid choices." He looks at the food, then back at me. "Why?" What kind of fucking question is that? "Stan, just fucking eat."

"Well what do I eat?" He asks. "What do you mean? The food. You eat the food." He looks at me and back at the food, again and again. "Well which one? I see food on a plate, and a snack" when he says snack he looks at me. I realized I was blushing but I didn't care. "Oh shut up" I say trying to hide a smile. "The food on the plate"

He grabs the plate and starts eating. I was happy. He finishes eating "done, now can I eat the snack?" , he says looking at me. I started to blush even more, he kept calling me a snack and trying to flirt, why? He suddenly looks like he's about to puke, he gets up and runs to the bathroom. He nearly puked up all the food he just ate, which upset me. He started to cough and I saw blood in every cough, he was coughing a lot so I got him water and made him drink it. It stopped his coughing and I hugged him.

I felt bad for him. He stopped eating for almost a week, and now his stomach is already used to no food so when he eats he just likes it up. But then I realized, it normally takes a month, or a month and a half to get your body used to not eating.

I take him back to his room and I go downstairs. I walk up to Sharon and ask when the last time he ate downstairs was. She said, "Well he's been eating upstairs for about a month now, he's just been sad I guess. I've tried to get him to eat down here but Randy doesn't want sad energy around the dinner table and Randy can be very hard to deal with. Last time he ate down here was maybe… a month ago or a month and a half" just like suspected.

I nod in understandment. I walk upstairs and into Stan's room. "Stan, how long have you been starving yourself?" I ask. He looks at me then at the floor, before looking back at me. "I uh- I think 6 days?" I look at him once again, "well you seem to not be used to eating anymore, do you know how long it takes for that to happen?"

"How long?" He asks. "Almost a month and a half." I say. He looks at the floor. "Oh" he says. "Your mom said the last time you ate downstairs was about a month and a half, and I guess you haven't actually been eating up here. So you've been starving yourself for a month and a fucking half?" I say kinda disappointed. "I- I guess so.." he says. I walk closer to him getting on the bed, "Stan, that isn't good for your health.." I said upset. His eyes just looked at me and went back to the floor, "It's not a big deal Kyle, you don't have to worry about me.." I'm mad and confused at the same time. "I don't have to worry? Are you actually saying that right now? You could die if you keep doing this to yourself.." I say in a softer voice.

"Maybe that would be a good thing.." I heard him faintly say. "What." I said flatly. He looked back up at me and stuttered, "i-uh nothing" he replied.

Night came faster than I thought. I couldn't leave Stan alone like this, even though we aren't friends, I still care for him. I texted my mom that I'd be at Stan's taking care of him.

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Me: Hey ma, imma be at Stan's taking care of him.

Mom: Fine, remember you have school tomorrow.
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She usually texts like that when she's pissed off, I wonder why she's upset. I go to the bathroom.

//Stan's POV //

I watch as Kyle goes to the bathroom, this is my chance. I pull out a bottle of alcohol and I pour it into an apple juice bottle that I randomly had. The bottle was covered in its branding sticker, so it was hard to see that it was alcohol. I started to drink it, and I realized it was very sharp, meaning I would get drunk easily. I still drank, who cares?