Chapter 6 - Awkward

Tw: Mentions of Suicide

Kyles pov:

Me and Stan sit at the table picking at my food while our parents are clearly hitting it off. It's so awkward, but at least my mom is having fun. "So, you listen to The Cure?" Stan says to me looking over, he looks desperate to break the silence between us. "Uh kind of, i'm not that big of a fan but they definitely have some great songs." He halfway smiles and looks back down at his food. My mom made me dress nice, yet Stan's wearing a baggy jacket and jeans, and a shirt that im positive says "fuck the world.", how classy. "You know, Kyle has a great speaker system in his room, why don't you show Kyle this band your talking about" my mom says cheesing, sooo smooth. At this point id rather her tell me "I'm about to fuck your friends dad so run along." Nonetheless, we look at each other and Stan shrugs, giving the approval of us to go to my room.

We walk in quietly and I shut the door behind us to save us the awkwardness of possibly hearing our parents. "Cool room." he says quietly. It wasn't even that cool, just a couple band posters and some random street signs nailed to my wall, along with a bed that could probably fit three of me taking up half the room. He sat on the floor beside the bed and pulled out a couple cd's from his bag. "Which one do you wanna hear?" he said looking up at me. "I dont care." I said trying to sound nonchalant, but secretly hoping he's play the Three Imaginary Boys album. He chose Faith of course, he's so emo. As the song started playing he laid back on the floor laying his head on his backpack closing his eyes, I could tell he's the type to feel music instead of just listen. "I'm sorry I never called" he said. It caught me off guard, I guess he had been thinking about what happened too, he better have, I would've been so guilty if it was me. "Its cool. I know you probably went through a-lot." I said. It really wasn't cool, but whatever, it was in the past. He didn't respond for a good minute, I caught him staring at me a few times but he'd look away immediately or close his eyes. He's such a loser. "My mom killed herself." he said with no emotion, my brain paused surprised at what he just said. I stayed silent for a bit, and before I could get out a word, "I guess she couldn't deal with my sister being gone. That's what her note said. It was really fucked up." So it was true.. He killed his sister in that fire. So fucked up. I stared at him staring at the ceiling as the song transitioned into the next. "Im really sorry dude." I finally said. He stayed quiet closing his eyes again. "You know you can sit on the bed if you want. I don't mind." I said trying to help him get off the hard floor. He looked at me, then back at the ceiling, then slowly got up and plopped himself beside me on the bed. We sat there in silence just listening to the album for a couple minutes, until my mom came back in along with Stan's dad. "Hey boys, are you guys up for a sleepover?" they stared at us waiting for a response. I saw Stan in the corner of my eye looking to me for an answer but I didn't look back. I shrugged and said "I don't care", knowing I was unexplainably scared of having to spend the night with Stan. "Sure." Stan said shrugging as well. Fuck.