~Kyle's P.O.V~
"Stan! Quit it!" I scrunched up my nose, jumping up to take the paper from his hands. He held it up so I couldn't reach. I hate being short.
I could just feel my face heating up. He shook his head and gently brushed me away with his arm. He tossed my red curls with his free hand.
"Geez Kyle. I wonder what could be so important that even your super best friend isn't allowed to see.." He teased. I blushed even deeper. Madly. His eyes, his hair. It was just so wrong of me. How could I love HIM? He's been in a relationship with Wendy for years now. We're both guys! I've never liked a guy before...
-but I've never liked a girl before either.
Oh, he can't find out! No one can... What would they think? I don't want Stan to hate me.
"Stan! Give it back!" I pushed into him, slamming my fists into his torso and chest. I'd grown to be a lot smaller than him, and weaker, so I'm glad I wasn't hurting him at least.
I push his shoulders to try and boost me up, and the love letter was just out of reach.
Yeah. A love letter. One of those lowly things that I never even planned to give him. It was just for my own closure. Ugh. How embarrassing! There's no other word to describe this. Embarrassing.
"I'll kill you, Marsh!"
He chuckled.
I let out a sigh.
"Why is your face always red?" Stan furrowed his brow, "I swear it looks like you're about to explode. That can't be healthy, dude."
"It isn't always red!" I pouted. I groaned and frustratedly tugged on both sides of my hat, pulling it down further to hide what remained of my ugly hair.
"Fine." He frowned, "I'll give it back after I read it."
My heart sank.
My stomach fluttered.
My head pounded.
I began to feel a little dizzy at the thought, and before I knew it...everything was spinning. I was in his arms.
"Kyle?" I heard, "Kyle..? Are you alright..?"
I feel like throwing up.
At least he caught me.
---blah blah blah later---
When I woke up again I was in Stan's room. I coughed lightly and sat up, squinting. What happened again..?
Oh. Crap.
He didn't read it, did he?!
He hated me...
I sank back down and covered my face with my hands, completely unmotivated. I, Kyle Broflovski, have had feelings for my best friend Stan Marsh for a long time. Years, even. No one else appreciates me like he does.
I feel alone without him.
I love him.
I know how most people say, "Oh, as long as he's happy, I'm happy!"
That isn't the case for me, seeing him with Wendy. I'm shattered.
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps, and a worried looking Stan exploding into the room. I immediately pretend to be asleep again. I don't want to talk with him. Just before I close my eyes, I notice he's still holding something. He was clutching it tightly to his chest.
As for what that letter even said, I don't think I remember.
I heard Shelly yelling about some concert from downstairs. Some people never change. I flinch when I feel a hand on my cheek. Stan was on the bed beside me.
I shifted slightly and tried so hard not to blush. I felt as if I was choking. It was as if I was drowning.
Shit..! My hat must not have been on!
This is a horrible time to get self conscious...
"Kyle..." I hear him whisper, "I know you're awake.."
~~Stan's P.O.V~~
I softly leaned over Kyle, slipping my arms around him to place the piece of paper in his hands. His eyes open, but he just stares at the floor and doesn't say anything. He said not to read it...
But I did.
I only feel a little guilty.
I wish I could read his mind.
I folded his fingers around the paper and sat up. It's strange and all- but he can be really cute. He's short, and he blushes a lot when he's around me. At first I thought he might of just been that way with everything, but it's just when he's with me. He said it himself, he doesn't blush all the time.
And when he passed out earlier I felt really guilty for overwhelming him. I took him home, and in his sleep he mumbled a few things that I couldn't understand.
He's cute when he sleeps.
He has those big green eyes, and the smile that makes everyone happy. His hair is curly and red. He gets flustered easily, but is always nice in some weird way. He's even nice when he's being rude. I guess that's just what makes him Kyle.
He loves me.
I'd like to say a part of me already knew. It really does explain the stuttering, and the redness in his cheeks, and the clumsiness. It explains the staring, and how he can never make eye contact. It even explains why he doesn't have a girlfriend.
I don't know if I love him that way. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, I'm dating Wendy.
I do know though the I love Kyle. More than I love Wendy.
I get this fuzzy feeling when I'm with him. I love to make him laugh, and I want to protect him from everyone. I can't help but want to touch him. I miss him all the time.
I can't believe I love him. It's crazy.
~~Kyle's P.O.V~~
(Lol you have a problem with my obsessive pov switching you say??? Girl, deal with it.)
"I forgot to return this.." Stan gulped. I felt his arms brush against my sides, and his breath against my neck and a small squeak slipped from my lips. My heart was racing.
The trance was broken after a brief moment. I didn't know what to say.
"T-thanks, Stan. You didn't read it..?"
"I didn't."
"Oh."
A few seconds of awkward as hell silence fell between us.
I finally spoke again, sitting up on the bed. "How long was I asleep..?"
"Like two hours.." He shrugged. He left my side and went over to pick my hat up, tossing it to me. He sat back down.
I caught it, blushing, "My mom's gonna be pissed."
I couldn't get my mind off of the note. I crumbled it up in my hands. I was angry. Not at Stan, but at myself for writing this. It was embarrassing. I couldn't even read it myself without getting embarrassed and crying for an hour. I couldn't even throw it out, because I was too embarrassed to touch it. I literally hid it. I hid it from myself. I buried it in my pocket whenever it turned up.
He pushed his hair back. Stan smiled at me, "Oh, I already called her. Do you want me to walk you home? It's getting dark out, sooooo..."
"O-oh it's fine!" I manage to choke.
"Hey...Kyle. Do you want to stay over tonight?"
I blushed madly, giving the slightest head nod. The lump in my throat worsened.
He laughed quietly and left the room.
A/N
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So I redid this part.
It's worth it tho. It's gotta be perf.
I didn't change it much.
Hope you enjoyed. Love u gais.
Just saying tho, this chapter was originally published on May of 2015, and the 2nd part wasn't uploaded until October 2015. Now I update every 4 days. Let's just take a moment to let that sink it XXD.
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