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♡︎𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖 = 𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞! 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕡! 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕖♡︎
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Kyle stared at the pasta on his plate, he felt so confused with his feelings. he didn't know how TO feel, and that showed on his face. Kyle let his fork fall and the noise it made when it connected to the plate made his mother and father look up at him.

With her signature jersey accent, "Bubbie what's wrong? you've barely ate your pasta." Sheila put her fork down and looked at her son as concern danced around in her green eyes.

"I think i'm in love with Stan, mama." Kyle let the sentence fall out of his mouth like a pound of bricks. the bricks fell hard and smashed the glass table he was standing on, letting everything fall.

Sheila sat there, staring at her son with sorrow. she knew how it felt to love your best friend in a not-so-platonic way. Gerald choked on his pasta and Ike smiled, he had always idolized Stan.

"Really!? so you guys are gonna get married!?" Ike flung a piece of pasta in excitement. Sheila's eyes grew big and Gerald choked, again. Kyle felt his face grow hot as he stared at his little brother.

"M-married!? no! your brother is just confused, Ike. we all love Stan, but marriage takes a lot of consideration, a lot of thought. and he's far too young." Sheila shrieked, she also knew what it was like being married young. it wasn't easy, and she wouldn't recommend it to many people.

"One day though," Kyle started, "One day i'm gonna marry him." he was confident, and he was sure of himself. that was one thing Stan always admired about his super best friend.

Ah, Stan. speak of the devil, he was going through the same crisis as well. Stan sat on his bed staring at old picture books containing him and his 3 (sometimes 4) best friends ever.

Most of the pictures were him and Kyle. him and Kyle at the pool, the beach, the first day of school (for years prek-8th), birthdays, Christmas/Hanukkah, family dinners, school plays, random photos from sleepovers, baking photos. really, you name the event and there's probably a picture with him and Kyle.

Kyle. he's been with Stan through everything, never (really) leaving his side. never leaving Stan drunk and lonely, sad from a breakup, angry at his parents. Kyle was always with him.

Kyle was always with him.. always. Stan flipped through a few more before landing on a picture. it was Kyle, Stan, Cartman, & Kenny in front of the bus stop. Kyle and Stan were holding hands and they looked about 11-12, and Stan looked so happy.

Stan was always so happy with his super best friend. he felt so safe and warm around him. Stan stopped in his tracks and thought for a second. Then he realized, he's in love with his best. fucking. friend.

'holy shit..' Stan thought. after about 15 years of being friends and he just now realized this!? this could ruin their friendship. or make it into a relationship, and god Stan wanted that.

Stan closed the book and quickly threw some shoes on, grabbed a light jacket, and ran out of his room. it was the middle of December and he was in jean shorts, a white tang top, a light brown jacket which is more like a light sweater, some socks and a pair of beat up brown converse.

did Stan care if he froze to death? not exactly, all he cared about currently was telling his SBF of 15 years that he was madly in love with him.

So, Stan ran down the stairs of his house, past his confused family, and out the fucking door. it was fucking snowing and this fucking idiot was in shorts.