stan and kyle had snuck out from their houses to hang out in their old tree house they built when they were young. They had covers, pillows, snacks, drinks, and cigarettes. They were laughing and messing around, having fun. Kyle was wearing stans old blue and red beanie, a cigarette in his hand as he lit it. Stan had his old guitar that he was attempting to tune in his lap. the thing looked almost ancient, obviously been through a lot of shit over the years.