Kyle POV
I can't even get out of bed somedays. Then I remember that will just make Stan worry then come over and bombard me with questions, so I grudgingly get up and start to put on clothes.
I throw on my ushanka, it always keeps my ears warm and its green. I've taken a liking to that color but blue is my favorite.
Oof. That's pretty gay. I pull my jacket on and leave my room. I sigh. Maybe everything would be better if I stopped existing...Thanks for your input brain. Very helpful.
I almost run into Ike in the hallway.
"Woah. Careful, Bubby." He says and puts a hand on my arm. I give him a smile, fake happy. Don't let him worry. Protect his happiness.
I nod and straighten up my posture.
I walk down the stairs. Ma cooked a nice breakfast but I laid in bed wallowing in depression for too long. I'm gonna miss the bus.
I say bye to Ma and Ike and left. Stan meets me on the way. "Morning, dude." He smiles at me. I can't help but smile back. A headache I didn't register til now goes away.
He's so...Stan. It makes me happy. I link arms with him, my world filling with happiness. Everything seems a little brighter.
He's so warm.
"Hey, man."
