Style Oneshots - Catlala47

📱 Disaster 📱

Stan: 17
Kyle: 17
(Based on their birthdays and what time the story is set in.)

Word count: 2175

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"Life changes, and thus, partying changes, and what it means to party evolves as well."
                                            -Andrew W.K.

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This is a colab with my friend strangerthings_child where she writes oneshots for songs in Conan Grays Kid Krow album, and I write oneshots for the songs in Conan Grays Superache album.

She is a really good friend of mine, and we have both put a lot of work into our oneshots, so please go check hers out as well! And of course go check out Conan Grays music, every single one of his songs are just beautiful.

Now, enjoy the Conan Gray era.

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Kyle took a step outside of Clyde's house. The cold night wind felt nice against his skin, compared to the heated and stuffy room the party was being held. Right now, on Halloween night, Kyle would rather be trick or treating. But instead he was outside of a party with way too many people inside.

He sat down on the cold concrete that was Clyde's front porch, and fumbled with the car keys in his hand. He could hear the blaring noise of music coming from the party, and smell the alcohol seeping from all the wasted people insides mouth. Which reminded him of Stan, that idiot.

He was likely in that party right now, partying like there was no tomorrow. Which there was. There was a tomorrow for Stan, a tomorrow that Kyle wouldn't be in.

After Stan's drunk and slurred words he told Kyle, he couldn't help but linger outside the party, wondering if he should go back in and talk to Stan about it.

But then again, every single person experiences fear at least once on their life. And right now, Kyle was experiencing it for the tenth time this night.

He feared what Stan would say, so instead, he texted Stan before leaving the party. He knew that Stan wouldn't read the text, due to him being drunk out of his mind, and definitely hungover the next morning. But Kyle felt better at least trying.

Kyle thought about the potential of him and Stan, and just the thought alone made him stay awake all night.

"I left a text you won't read all night long," Kyle mumbled to himself through a laugh.

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Kyle laid in his bed, repeating the words Stan told him in his head. And after giving it some thought, he found himself being fearful. Again.

There were too many factors that could make everything result in a disaster.

Kyle thought about shooting Stan another text, one that read "I love you," but then again, what if Stan didn't say it back after?

Without thinking, Kyle hit the call button. He watched as it rang, calling Stan who was most likely still at the party.

Immediately when Stan answered, Kyle fumbled on his words. He couldn't think of anything to say other than "I'm sorry, dude. I'm drunk, I shouldn't have called you."

Stan stood at the party, listening to Kyle. "Kyle? You don't drink. You're a liar, you're not drunk," Stan said. He was way too drunk to be dealing with this, so he just hung up on Kyle.