(Your 18-year-old Stan Marsh)

It was Friday night, and you went straight to Kyle house after school. You two had currently found yourselves arguing about literally nothing. Kyle's parents weren't home, but his little brother, Ike, was, so you guys were still being a bit quiet, since either was one in the morning and Ike was sleeping. You guys didn't really need to be quiet, since Ikes room was all the way downstairs across the house, but whatever.

"You're such an asshole, Stanley!"

Kyle whisper exclaimed at you, full naming you, the two of you arguing over who knows what, you guys can't even remember anymore, just kept spewing useless insults that meant nothing and weren't genuine, yet still hurt because you both had spite in your voice.

As Kyle spoke, he pushed you a bit, shoving you down onto the bed, making you shoot him a glare and scoff.