Firsts

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Kyle dragged his feet along the cold cement sidewalk as he trudged his way to Stans house. He was practically bursting with anticipation and had no idea what to expect.

He felt...nauseous.

Stan paced anxiously in his bedroom. What had he done? He should've never done this to Kyle, pushing his gay tendencies on him. Kyle didn't even know Stan was gay! Stan was a horrible friend.

A loud knock on his front door made the raven-haired boy stop. Stan held his breath and carefully listened as his mom welcomed Kyle into their home and lead him up the stairs to Stan's bedroom.

Okay, here we go.

"Hey, dude!" Kyle announced as he entered Stan's room.

"Hey. Come sit." Stan replied, patting the spot next to him on the edge of his bed.

The redhead smiled and took his seat, the mattress dipping as he did so. Stan felt Kyle's leg brush against his own and noticed his face go warm. Kyle had always been so comfortable being all touchy around Stan.

"Hey, so," Stan muttered. Was this really about to happen?

"So, did you actually want to practice? Uh- you know what," said Kyle. God, what had Stan done? This was wrong. And it was a disgusting thing for him to do to his best friend.

"Y-yeah," Stan whispered nervously. He mentally kicked himself for being so obviously in love with the freckled boy.

Stan squinted his eyes and looked carefully at Kyle's face, trying to pick up and sense of discomfort or disgust. But, there was nothing.

"So, uh- how do I...? I mean do I just lean in and kiss you?" Kyle asked. God, how could he just say things like that? Did he have any idea of what he was doing to Stan?

"Yeah, I mean, I guess you should ask first?" Stan replied, sounding very clearly unsure.

"Stan, can I kiss you?"

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