"It happened again." ~ Stan x Kyle (Style)

(Back the Craig's PoV :3)
(Also for some extra detail, 2 days have gone by and Kyle and Stan haven't spoke a word to eachother but stan keeps trying to reach out.)

It's been a while since Kyle texted or called or even spoke to me, it was still storming outside and the house was still empty, they rain was so heavy that you could mistake it for an earthquake. It was getting dark out, my shift had ended and I only got home at about midnight, I had to dry my hair out with a towel and change clothes too due to walking back home in that state of weather, I decided to treat myself to a cheeky Jack and Daniels tonight, got it whilst walking back home and the summer had already decided to act up so why not just drink the night away??
Sat down on the usual spot on the couch, put on music and began the process, as I took the first sip I made a face, fuck. The taste of this shit was so nostalgic out of all the drinks there were to choose from why the fuck did I get this? Oh fucking well I guess I'll just deal with it. I knew that this was how I was going to spend my summer break, just sitting and drinking in my house, a pity party for one how fun is this!

Thank fuck I got called off work for the next 2 weeks, I don't know how I even went for these 2 days I honestly almost passed out twice and it's too much to handle I'm better off staying at home and drinking alone, call me an edge lord or emo but Kyle wasn't answering so to hell with it right? I wonder why Kyle wasn't answering anyways, had I really fucked up that bad? The one platform I haven't tried to contact him on yet was Snapchat, hey for the shits n giggles I can just send him a photo of me drinking? He's bound to have a reaction to it right?
I snap a picture of the bottle to my lips, made sure his hickeys were in the photo and put a caption saying "your work n art" then hit send, hold on- why the fuck did I do that? He's gonna think of me as a bigger ass hole than I already am?? Too late now he's already opened it, and thank god that he just left it on opened. I don't know what I was expecting by sending him that but here we are now.
About a solid 30 minutes had gone by and half the bottle was done, and I was feeling done too. My vision was Hazey and any move I made felt like I did it in slow motion and everything felt awful. I put my head up and just stared at the ceiling for a bit, the only thing keeping the room lit was the lava lamp I'd set up a night ago, it glowed purple and blue which gave the room a nice vibe to it.
The doorbell rang, I quickly jolted up in a shock, it was 00.45?? Who the fuck was at my door? I took the bottle of J&D in one hand and kept the other free to open the door, as I hobbled over to the door in a very drunken state I opened it to find Kyle.
He was drenched from the rain outside, he wasn't wearing a jacket either just a plain white shirt, a very soaked white shirt.

"Fuck you." He said and welcomed himself in.

I tried not to slur my speech but Jesus Christ the JD hit me like a brick to the head.
"You caaan have ssome clothes-"
Kyle scoffed and went upstairs to get clothes for himself, I assumed anyways. I sat back down and tried to down as much of the JD as I could before he came back, I could not do this tipsy I needed to atleast be tipsy for this. He came back down and sat himself next to me as "Gooey" by the glass animals started playing over the speaker,
"Tweek and Craig told me to face my fears and come here."
"Kyyyle, y-you didntt contactuh- me for liiike- 2 days!!!"
"Yeah I know, I guess you went back into the drinking habit?"
"I ooonnlyy drink fooor liiike- 1 reasonnn."

I looked at Kyle in quite a drunk state and he looked back.