-Pills and Alcohol-

-The Picture-

Kyle's POV:

I'm in the kitchen with the kittens when Stan slams a photo on the table. It makes me jump and I look at him, "What?" "Who is this in the picture?!" I look at it and I don't recognize who took the picture or who's supposed to be in the picture. "I don't know- I didn't take that-" "Then who took it?" "I DON'T KNOW!?" The kittens run off. I rub my forehead in frustration and collect my things to leave. "Kyle, don't go-" "Save it Stan! I'm done with this!" I put my shoe back on even though it hurts like crazy. I can walk a bit now without my crutches so I don't pick them up because that'll waste time, I storm out his house and don't look back. (Sorry this was short! idk what to do for this 😭.)

Stan's POV:

I need to find out who took the picture an who the other person is in the picture because Kyle.. he looks so happy. The other person with their arms wrapped around him and it looks like Kyle's trying to push them away while giggling. I get deja vu because this is what I did with Kyle but nobody else was there. I examine the background and it looks like Starks Pond. I'm too drunk for this shit, I grabbed my headphones and my phone while walking to the kitchen and taking one of my hangover pills before swinging out the door and going for a walk. I started playing Stan by Eminem because that was currently one of my favourite songs but that's probably because it has my name in the title. I ended up walking past the shop Nate works at. I hesitated and then walking on, I didnt need to get drunk again while I'm still recovering from last night. I get to a forest, a very familiar one and then I stop at a tree. I look up and see the treehouse Me, Cartman, Kenny and Kyle built when we were younger. Some how it's still intact and sturdy. I climb the ladder up to it and sit down on the floor thinking about how shit my life has turned. I slide my body onto the floor and roll on my side curling my legs up slightly, and fell asleep wondering where the other half of the picture could be..

Kyle's POV:

I realize who the person in the photo is- David Rodriguez. But who took the photo? Me or him sure didn't, and I don't recall anyone else being there... I sit on my bed and try to think who could have taken that picture, which makes me think of Stan. Stan. My mind fills with the thought of him which makes me sigh and I fall backwards onto my bed. I wish we didn't break up, I know it's my fault but I've been through hard times right now. I wish he was here with me right now, not hungover someplace. I wish he was here, I wish I could hug him, kiss him, breathe in his sweet cologne. I realize I'm hugging my pillow and I snap up. I bury my face in my hands for a few seconds before I grab my phone and try to call Stan. He doesn't answer so I leave a voicemail confessing how much I love him and how much I need him before I realize how cringey and clingy that is and I delete the voicemail. At least I think I did-

Stan's POV:

I wake up in the treehouse, a bright light spilling through the cracks of it. I turn and see somebody, it's Kyle?? I reach my hand out to touch his face but my hand goes right through his body, I'm imagining him.. my brain is so fuzzy from all the alcohol I had last night, I sat up and opened my phone to see I had many notifications from Craig and Tweek, a new voicemail and.. 1 missed call from Kyle. My phone didn't have enough percentage to open the voicemail and respond so I grabbed all my shit and ran home. Okay I say ran home, but I tripped and fell a few times. I walked inside my house and shut the door, I ran to my bedroom and put my phone on charge before going to feed the cats. Normally they come running over to the door to greet the person who comes in but today neither of them did.. I walked into the living room and found them... cuddling together, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. I picked up my Ipad since my phone is on charge and took a picture, I sent it to myself so I could hold it in my memories forever. I sat down on my bed and checked my phone battery, 24% it read. That will do, I opened the voicemail and it started going through the standard voicemail options then it finally got to the persons voice.. "Stan.. I'm so sorry for shouting at you and getting annoyed, I love you so much I need you more than you know, I want to hold you every moment we have in this shit hole world, your the person I stayed alive for. Through all the times I nearly relapsed you made me believe in myself in a way I never have before.. I hope your okay please speak to me soon.. I need you more than you know.. I love you.." My face held a blank expression.. then the tears came. I ripped the charger out of my phone and took one last glance at the picture and ran out the door running to his house.

I need him..