I'm just............ I'm garbage at writing. Why won't people understand that fact? The description literally is 'this is my shitty story'.
~Eko.
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I slowly get up.

What the fuck is it with my head?

Kenny smiles at me.

"Morning," He says.

What the fuck?

"I.... um," I say.

He laughs and gives me a hand, I take it and pull him up. Oh God, oh god. What the fuck is this about?

"I don't understand what the fuck is happening but okay," I say.

"It's normal, you didn't seem used to alcohol," he says.

"Why would I be?" I ask.

He shrugs and puts his pants on.... wait. I didn't even fucking......... F U C K.

"What happened, why, when?" I ask.

Kyle, priorities. Headache first before you pass out. That wouldn't be fun!

"Oh shit," I say.

"Oh no, watch out!" He says.

He helps me from slipping down.

"Fuck me," I mutter.

He sighs.

"Do you need help?" He asks.

I shake my head and put my clothes on, slowly looking at him.

"Okay. What the fuck happened?" I ask.

"Sexual shit," he says.

I groan immediately, hitting myself on the forehead.

"I'm so fucking stupid," I say.

"No, no you're not," he says.

"Yes, yes I am," I say.

"Maybe. Can we settle on a maybe you're?" He asks.

I nod and he smiles at me.

"But now that you're sober. Did you mean it when you said that you loved-?" He asks.

"I did," I say.

Why the hell do I feel so small? I shouldn't, I'm so much taller than him.

"The thing is, I do like you back. I'm sure you can't remember that but I do really like you," Kenny says.

I smile at him before taking him by the hands and giving him a kiss. He laughs and blushes a little. This feels so damn weird, he, Kenny McCormick, is damn blushing. Oh God!

"Hey men," Stan says.

He is stood by the door, grinning slightly.

"Hello Stan," Kenny says.

Stan sighs and takes my hand.

"Let's get you both water, especially you, Ky. I swear, you should start to drinking so damn much," he says.

Wendy laughs.

"Neither of you should even drink," she says.

Stan rolls his eyes.

"Look, Love, I don't understand why you feel like that. I've done it before," Stan says.

Wendy rolls her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done it before!" She says.

Stan laughs, hysterically. What the fuck is going on here?

"C'mon Wend, you know I am getting better at it," Stan says.

Why is he so ha-oooooooooh. Is it?

"I don't understand why you're happy," I say.

Wendy blushes, looking away.

"It's nothing," Stan says.

It's weird.

"Kyle, I'm.... do you need me to explain?" Kenny asks.

Stan looks very confused before getting wide eyed.

"NO! It's not that!" Stan says.

I laugh.

"I know it's a goddamn joke but noooo," Stan says.

That's the moment Wendy realises it.

"He should be grumpy if it truly was-," Wendy says.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Wendy! They don't need to know that!" Stan says.

"You're adorable," I say.

Stan sighs.

"Was it fun?" Kenny asks.

"GODDAMNIT!" Stan screeches.

I laugh, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, we aren't judging you. In fact, there is nothing to judge," I say.

"I mean she is a pretty girl," Kenny says.

Wendy hits her head on the wall, quickly followed by Stan. Wendy recovers first.

"But wouldn't you be in the same situation?" Wendy asks.

"Of course," Kenny says.

He puts his head on my shoulder. Fuck off, Ken.

"It's so fucking adorable, I can't," Stan says.

Wendy looks at him with a look of 'dude. Are you okay?'

"I'm not, I can promise that," Stan says.

I nod but before I can say anything, I hold onto the wall, nearly puking. I'm N E V E R E V E R drinking ever again! Fuck no, no thank you, anyone with the slightest respect for themselves should agree. Nope. I don't want to puke my stomach out! Nor my liver! Thank you for asking but no, not my thing.

"Oh shit. Yeah, some water might help," Stan says.

I nod and look down at my hands.

"Do you need to puke real bad?" Stan asks.

I nod.

"On 1 to 10, 10 being worst-," Stan says.

"9 4/5," I say.

"Well bathroom we go," Stan says.

We go ahead of the other two.

"How are you not hung over?" Kenny asks.

"I think I just... process alcohol? I live in Ireland, obviously I would process it like a pro," Wendy says.

"So I'm the only one having problems here?" I ask.

"No, she did puke all morning," Stan says.

As soon as we're in the bathroom, I let go to finally let it out into the toilet.

"Oh shit he's actually vomiting more that I expected," Stan says, surprised.

Wendy sighs.

"He might not want us watching while he lets his organs out," Wendy says.

Never again. I am never again going to drink! And if I fucking do, I'll make sure the alcohol doesn't make me this shit.

"Oh God," I mutter, flushing it down quickly.

"You'll get used to it," Stan says.

"I won't. I am not drinking ever after this. This shall be my last time drunk in my life," I say.

Stan rolls his eyes and I start drinking from the sink to get rid of my headache. It's working.... very very slowly.

"Oh damn," Wendy mutters.

I finally turn it off, smiling.

"We have lunch about now," Stan says.

"No, I'm not going to. I'll wait it out in here in case I need to puke," I say.

The other three leave and I continue to stay where I am. It's so quiet without them with me. It's kinda like being in a pond, it's calming but eerie. I'm with loud and obnoxious people every second of my life and that's made me this way, made it impossible to appreciate simple silence.