A/N Hey guys so I had to take out my last story cuz I didn't really know where I was going with it. This new story however I planned ahead and already know what the purpose for it is. Anyways once finals are done I'll be able to really started writing again, but I wanted to leave you guys with this. Also if you really liked my last story which I took out, I might still put it up, but I'll have to change some things to make it work. I sort of know what I want to do with it now and I definitely don't want the idea to go to waste. That being said enjoy.

P.S this is a Style! (I also have another Bunny idea that I have been planning as well, but I'll see how that one goes).

Chapter 1

Kyles' POV

"Ughhh"

I rolled on my belly and buried my face on my pillow while groaning. I tried to ignore the familiar, and at the moment obnoxious, ringtone of my cell phone, canon in D, but whoever was calling was not taking a hint. Irritated I reached blindly toward my desk and searched for my Galaxy 3 device. After successfully knocking off my alarm clock along with my three criminal justice textbooks I found my cell phone. I promptly positioned it on my ear; my face still buried in the softness of my pillow, and asked (sounding much like Kenny) "Do you know what bloody time it is?" Already knowing who was on the other line.

"Nice hearing you too super best friend!" he slurred his words then giggled, a sure sign he was drunk and some. I sluggishly turned over in bed and sat up, my new found worry stronger than my desire to rest and I hated myself for it. I wish I could just blow him off like I would any other person, who would DARE interrupt my slumber, but I couldn't, he wasn't other people.

"Dude, where the hell are you?"

The line went quiet then and I had to strain to hear his next words. "Why does she always do this to me Kyle?" he let out a heart wrenching sob, but before I could comment he was giggling like a fool once more. "I forgot my keys could you open up for me?" I held my cell phone in front of me and stared confusedly at the glowing screen before bringing it back to my ear and sighing.

"Is 3 AM dude and weren't you with Kenny?" I asked getting off my butt and slipping on some flip-flops and a green hoodie before heading out to open the door. "Pfffft that jerk left me for some random chick! But that's gushi I guess!" Yup that sounded like something Kenny would do and "gushi" something a sober Stan would never EVER say.

Once in the doorway I swung the door open and in came Stan stumbling in like a hot mess. "Kyle I missed you! You should have gone with us to the party" He said while wrapping his arm around my head as he was taller, smothering me in the process. As soon as I got a sniff of him though, I knew he was a goner. He reeked of alcohol and one night stands. I wiggled out of his grasp and shifted us so his arm hanged comfortably around my shoulder and I was supporting him. "Sorry, I really wanted to make a complete fool of myself and get wasted, but my mom would kill me." I said, sarcasm dripping from my words, but of course he was so far gone he didn't noticed. "Don't give me that! We are in college our parent can't tell us shitty shit shit!" I decided against responding to his drunken outburst and instead made my way to the coach.

Once there I sat him down and turned on the thin plasma hovering on the wall across from us. After scanning through channels, I settled for adult swim and took my place beside him hoping he would eventually doze off as usual. We sat in silence for a while, him fighting a lost war with sleep and me watching him from the corner of my eyes. He looked worn out. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bags under his eyes that made him look like a dead man. He threw his head back on the couch then and closed his eyes. After a brief debate in my head I decided to just ask him the question I had been dying to ask since he got back.

"It was Wendy again wasn't it?"

It didn't take long after that before he was crying on my shoulder, tears trickling his face. I knew I had made a mistake and I tried to comfort him the best I could as the "good friend" I was. I knew he liked it when I rubbed his back in small circle so that's what I did for the next 20 minutes until he fell asleep in my arms. I laid him on his back on the sofa so if he vomited he wouldn't choke in his sleep and quickly brought a blanket from my room to cover him with.

"You freaking idiot, why are you so endearing even when you're drunk?" I whispered to an empty room while trying to glare at his sleeping form and not doing a very good job at it. Who was I kidding? I couldn't stay mad at the guy especially when he was like this. He looked so peaceful and innocent dreaming which was ridiculous since he was anything but.

I proceeded to check his pulse looking for signs of alcohol poisoning and relaxed when his pulse was normal. Next I took his hands to examine them and let out a breath when they were not tainted blue, another sign he was going to be okay. Then I move to his lips, they were not blue either, but a soft rosy color that had me hooked like a drug addict. So much that I couldn't help skim over them with a hesitant finger. They were soft to the touch and before I know it I was brushing my own with his, a ghost of a touch. I immediately felt guilty and pulled back, distancing myself from him as much as I could. I couldn't do this to Stan. He trusted me. I was his "super best friend" for God sakes plus he was straighter than a pole.

I glanced his way then and made up my mind.
Tomorrow I would make him tell me what happened that got him like this.

A/N Please leave comments cuz they are my motivation to write and no be lazy. Constructive criticism is always welcome.