Stan lay in the long grass of his farm as he thought about him and Kyle. He thought briefly about shooting him a text but decided against it.
After all, he was going to his house in 15 minutes.
WAIT. 15 MINUTES?! Holy shit he needs to get ready! Stan jumped up from his resting position and sprinted inside his house to get dressed.
He threw on a quick red striped polo tee and blue jeans before peering in the mirror. Is this really what he was doing? Perfecting his appearance for his supposedly "best friend"?
He had to tell him today.
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"Dude! You suck at this! I totally kick your ass at Mario Kart." Kyle laughed. Stan playfully punched his arm in response before lying on his back and letting out a deep sigh, allowing himself to sink into the soft mattress.
"What's on your mind?" Kyle asked, following Stan's lead in sinking into the mattress. Stan knew he had to tell Kyle eventually, he just didn't know-how. He supposed it would be best to just start with the whole 'gay' thing.
"I think I'm in love." okay. That was straightforward. Stan held his breath hoping Kyle couldn't hear his extremely fast heartbeat right now.
"Ooo~ what's she like?" Kyle teased.
Little did he know that there was no she. There never was. But how was Stan supposed to say it? Would Kyle hate him? What if he would call him gross or a- fag.
God, that word.
That's all I am.
I hate myself.
I'm a horrible friend.
"...Stan?" Kyle was beginning to sound concerned. Stan buried his face in his hands before looking up at Kyle.
"Ky...I'm gay."
Kyle looked shocked. Stan started fiddling with his fingers as he felt his cheeks itch with new tears gently rolling down his face.
"Oh."
