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"Stan! Hurry up or you'll be late for school."

Sharon Marsh' voiced called for the second time up the stairs, this time sounding a little bit impatient, which seemed about right because half an hour beforehand there was plenty of time, but now time was pressing and she swore no movement had been heard from her son's room, even now she heard nothing, so she gave in and made her way up the stairs and to her son's bedroom door.

"Stanley, I'm not going to keep calling up the stairs."

She spoke before she opened his door just in case he was up and getting changed she could at least give him that bit of warning... It would've worked if he had been doing just that, but the small curve under the bed covers showed exactly where he was, making her way closer she placed her hand against his shoulder, and it caused him to shift a little in his sleep.

"Come on now."

"Yeah."

Stan's muffled voice came, he slowly turned and lay on his back, his breathing a little shallow and his face as pale as the snow outside, and upon opening his eyes Sharon straight away noticed how glazed they looked, her immediate response was to press her cool hand against his forehead, and just as the thought crossed through her mind she spoke.

"Oh sweetie you've got a fever, must have come on in the night you was perfectly healthy yesterday."

She managed to point out, Stan closed his eyes momentarily before shifting himself a little so that he could sit up, once he did he instantly regretted it.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Stan don't move."

Sharon replied rushing out the bedroom she headed for the sink, a bowl normally used for essentials was quickly emptied and she returned to Stan..

"If you are going to be sick do it in there, I'm going to get you some water and then I'm calling your school."

After she left Stan shifted once more, feeling the dizziness override him he pushed himself forward hanging his head over the bowl, that's when his stomach shifted and he threw up, it was the one thing he hated, his throat now burned but at least he felt that bit better for how long he couldn't bring himself to think about, so he remained over the bowl, making sure that was the episode was over.

His mother had returned with his water and took the bowl away leaving him to rest, it took him no time at all to return to sleep, until his stomach started to turn again, he woke up and automatically shot for the bathroom, his head in the toilet this time, and once he finished he lay down on the cool floor and fell asleep.

Nothing disturbed him this time, his sleep must have been enough to make his fever go down, and his stomach start to normalize, he even found himself dreaming about school.

More hours ticked by and Stan finally came to, somehow he had been returned to his own bed, which was much better than a hard floor but still, he felt too warm, he kicked off the sheets and glanced towards the window, the moonlight greeting him... How long had he been out for? He turned over and reached for his clock and twisted it so that he could read the time.

8:45pm

So he had spent this Friday sleeping, at least now it was the weekend, and even if he still felt like rubbish he could at least rest without worrying too much about school.

Pushing himself up he made his way out of his room, he still felt a little out of it so he slowed down as he reached the stairs, he made his way down making sure that he held on, especially when he got to the bottom.

"Hey you, how you feeling?"

Sharon questioned from her place on the sofa, Randy seated on the far side meant forwards.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Feeling a bit better now thanks."

Stan replied dismissing his father's words, he made his way over and squeezed in the gap between his parents, Sharon dropped her arm across his shoulder and held him close, his response was to snuggle up and drop his head against her, it was comforting, and even as late as it was it was nice to be able to move to another room and stay there without the need to throw up...

"Want me to fix you anything?"

Sharon asked glancing away from the tv momentarily, Stan shook his head, the thought of it made his stomach twist... That little bit of normality didn't last very long now did it? He didn't even feel hungry and it was safer to refrain from eating for now anyway.

"Your friends came by to check on you."

Randy informed him, taking another sip from his beer.

"Said they had some homework for you from school to drop off, Kyle wanted me to wish you a get well, Kenny did too."

Randy continued giving him as much information that he could remember, more so what he deemed the most important, or as Stan thought as much as he could be bothered to relay back to him, which he didn't really mind because at least he told him, normally after a drink he wouldn't even remember what he had been doing an hour beforehand.

"What time was this?"

Stan asked him, not moving himself from his mother's embrace.

"Yesterday after school finished."

Randy replied finishing the last of his beer off, Stan now moved himself away from his mother and he furrowed his brows, his eyes were on the beer, how many of those had he drank already?

"You mean today right?"

"It's Saturday Stan."

"What? Why didn't you wake me up? I've missed a whole two days."

Stan stood up and made his way for the stairs, and he carried on up before either of them could argue their point, of course in the back of his head he knew why they never did, but still it was enough to irritate him… why did he have to be ill now? Heading into his room he grabbed his phone from his coat pocket and sat himself down on the edge of his bed finding his energy had depleted rather quickly..

3 missed calls

4 new messages

Opening up the missed calls there was one from Kenny and two from Kyle, even though he couldn't have helped it either way he still felt incredibly guilty.

Next he went for the messages.

All from Kyle.

Three of them had been from Friday.

'Dude where are you? You'll miss the bus.'

-Kyle

'I tried to stall the bus, sorry dude.'

-Kyle

'Ill drop your homework off later, hope you are okay?'

-Kyle

The last text had been sent tonight, fifteen minutes ago to be precise.

'I really hope you are okay, getting worried and I really miss you!'

-Kyle

That text made his heart sink and his guilt increase, never before had be gone this long not speaking to him, heck even seeing him, they had been inseparable even when there had been an argument there was still some form of contact, so naturally he replied.

'I'm feelin ok, and I miss you too, Dad said you'd been over.'

-Stan

He sent his reply and lay down on his bed pulling the covers up to keep himself warm, the room lit up and his phone buzzed.

'Yeah, wanted to see if you really was okay, I mean two days is serious, and after school yeah, but he wouldn't let me see you said you was still sleeping.'

-Kyle

'I slept right through, I still believed it was Friday! Cant believe they left me to it, even if I was ill they could have checked up on me, made sure I could still wake up.'

-Stan

'Dude! That was borderline morbid! But seriously how are you feeling? I mean what was it?'

-Kyle

'Lol I know but it's true! And no idea it came on so sudden just couldn't move without feeling like I was going to either pass out or chuck up.'

-Stan

'Well if your feeling better ill bring you your homework, at least I get to see you!'

-Kyle

Stan grinned to himself, the thought of it was the best thing he had heard since waking up.

'Sure ill see you tomorrow. Goodnight!'

-Stan

'Cool, can't wait.. Night Stan!'

-Kyle

Dropping his phone noisily on the side he turned himself over, which he instantly regretted when his head started spinning, it was unreal, one minute he felt fine, the next he was having another relapse, one weekend he had been looking forward to and he was spending it in his bedroom sleeping... He just wanted to get it out the way and done with so he could get back to normal..

Closing his eyes he drifted off instantly.

"Stan? Want me to make you feel better? I may not be very good but I can try my best, especially because you need to feel good, I never like seeing you like this."

Kyle's voice was low, and he had not made eye contact with him, his heart was beating quick, it felt as if it was going to jump out of his chest he just stared at him, silently watching and waiting.

"Stan? Will you let me do this for you?"

He purred and Kyle placed his hand against Stan's leg, his eyes watching his own movements, and Stan watched him too, what was he doing? And why was he letting him do it?

His mind must have been racing off because he hadn't noticed when the red head had undone his trousers, and he didn't even notice when he had pulled them down leaving him covered by only his boxers...

Kyle's hand brushed against his dick, and Stan pulled himself away, he went to protest, to question him to try and understand what was happening, why his best friend was touching him in such a way, why he was saying such things to him... But his voice... It was lost, he couldn't speak, that was when he started to panic, his breath was quickening and his hand went to his chest, trying to calm himself down...

"Stan?"

He closed his eyes.

"Stan?"

He covered his ears.

"Stan?"

He jolted awake, sweat felt like it was pouring from him and he looked towards the source of the voice.. Green eyes met his blue hues and he swallowed hard...

"Kyle?"

The red head cocked his head a little, a mix of worry and confusion adorned his features.

And then Stan felt himself blush.

That was the first time in his whole life that he had ever had such a dream...

And the first time that something had made his heart flutter like it did...

And it was the first time he had ever questioned himself about how Kyle was making him feel just by looking at him the way he was... There was no way that it could mean anything, he had been sick, his fever had been high so that just means his imagination is in hyperdrive… yeah that's exactly it, or was it something else? His mind rushed off and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from thinking about it, it might have been a fleeting dream, but lord knows it's not being forgotten any time soon.

Stan was speechless.

He had just missed his best friend that was all it was, it didn't mean anything, and it never would. And that would be what he would continually tell himself.

"Stan are you there? Or are you still asleep? I brought your homework, your Mom said I could come straight up, she did also say that I couldn't wake you up, but you looked a bit distressed… and uh…"

Stan had been pulled back to the reality of his situation, his eyes widened a little at Kyle's hesitation.

"Was you dreaming about me?"

Stan sat himself up properly, shaking his head as he did so, laughing it off he shook his head some more.

"Nah dude sorry, I uh, can't really remember you know how it is when you wake up sometimes and forget everything."

"Oh, okay."

It was a short response, but as he hoped Kyle dropped it and the subject changed instantly, either way he was still curious as to why Kyle thought that he was, had he maybe heard him say something in his sleep? He knew he did talk in his sleep sometimes, but that being said, anything from that dream could turn out bad… oh great, now he was starting to panic again.. one good thing.

He was feeling like himself again.