---Kyle's pov---
~~Flashback~~

"What do you mean, we're not friends?" I ask.

"We're not friends. We never were. I felt bad for - for you andddd you were... You are annoying."

I narrowed my eyes. I'm sick of this. One minute were fuck buddies the next he hates me then we're best friends then we're not friends at all.

He's acting like a bipolar chick right now.

I can't deal with this.

I stand up.

"Heyyy Ky, where ya goin'?" He asks reaching over to me, and almost falling off the bed in this attempt.

"I'm fucking leaving. I'd rather be asleep then trying to deal with you right now," I said angrily stopping my march to the door.

"But whyyy?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Because Stan. It's in the middle of the night and you're a complete asshole when you're drunk."

"You're the-the asshole," he says standing up and walking over to me.

I roll my eyes. I turn and start towards the door again.

I grab the handle and then see Stan holding the door from being opened.

I turn around, "What the hell-"

I'm stopped when Stan suddenly kisses me.

The kiss is longer than it should be, with him continuously licking and biting my bottom lip, until he eventually pulls away.