Stan woke up in cold sweat, He had another dream.

He confessed to everyone.

He was pointed at, and tormented.

And the worst part...
Kyle walked up to him, and said these cruel words..

"You're Disgusting...I can't believe that you think that I would love someone like YOU."

Stan cried at the memory, thinking that it was true.

The vile words stung like venom, making it hard to make out whether the dream was real or not.

Stan jumped out of bed, into the kitchen, rummaging through the white fridge.

He pulled out a few bottles of tequila and liquor, popping off the caps, and drinking them quickly.

"The more drunk I am, the less it will hurt..." Stan said, fixing his eyes on a picture of Him and Kyle in fourth grade.

He sobbed, the tears rolling down his face like a waterfall.

He drank, and drank, and drank...Until he was numb.

Just what he needed.

He smiled contently, wiping the contents of the liquid, away from the corners of his mouth.

He staggered back to his bed, and cried himself to sleep.

He told himself that no matter what, He would NEVER, in a million years, confess his love, To anyone.

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Jesus Christ.

I haven't updated in so long lmfao.

Anyway, I hope you guys have a Happy New Year!!

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