KYLE POV:
I hesitated, staring at the screen of my phone for a second before answering. I heard Stan take a deep breath and we sat there in silence for a moment.
"Why did you ask to kiss me?" Stan finally spoke up. I stared at my phone in disbelief. Is that the only thing he remembers?
"Kyle." Stan spoke again. "Yes?" I responded quietly.
"Why did you ask to kiss me?" He asked again, sternly. I mumbled some shitty excuse laying my head down onto my pillow.
Is he mad? Wendy broke up with him because of me, of course he is.
Stan sighed before hanging up, I lifted my head staring blankly at my phone before laying it back down.
I need a nap.sta
...
I woke up, seeing someone sitting on the edge of my bed next to me.
I rubbed my eyes, focusing on him. "Stan?" I yawned, sitting up. "We need to talk, Ky." I took a deep breath, looking into his eyes.
"Why did you ask to kiss me?" Stan sighed his attention moving to my lips. I looked away taking a deep breath.
"Because I wanted to kiss you." I said quietly, looking back to Stan.
I felt my cheeks get warm as he stared at me. "What happened last night?" Stan questioned me. I stared at him before telling him the details of what happened last night.
..
Stan stared at me in shock, "Wow.." He looked away, his face red. "Did you mean it, Stan?" I asked quietly.
Stan stared at me before smiling softly with a nod. "Yeah.. I just- I wish I remembered." Stan looked away sheepishly.
"I wish you did too." I sighed, this hurts more than it should.
"Do you wanna give... us- another chance? One that i'll remember?" Stan looked at me.
I looked back at him, "I need sometime to think." Stan looked hurt but nodded nonetheless.
"I should be heading home, bye Ky." Stan stood up, leaving before I could say another word.