Words. - Style

ataraxia - words.

Stanley has never felt so drawn towards another person before. He's realized over the course of a few months that he wants to know everything about Kyle. Every single little thing Kyle is willing to share, Stanley wants to hear. It felt like an obsession, which worried Stanley, but he couldn't help but feel like maybe the feeling wasn't one-sided.

Kyle was everything Stanley wasn't. Quite literally. Most people would feel sort of jealous or annoyed because of this. But, Stanley couldn't feel anything but awe.

Stanley realized that his mind went to that word quite a lot. Awe, and a few other words, described  how Stanley felt perfectly.

One of those words was: Forelsket. It's a Norwegian word for "in love." But the english description is: "the euphoria experience when you first fall in love."

And Stanley felt nothing but euphoria when he was around Kyle, and he just wanted to feel and learn more.

And that's what he decided he'd do.
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Stanley loved soft nights like this with Kyle. The glowing stars dancing around their eyes, the soft wind blowing softly through the air, the chilly breeze making the tips of their nose and ears a little redder than they normally would be.

He specifically loved when Kyle's soft freckled fingers would brush against his own warm skin, making his nerves dance like ballerinas. Stanley loved staring into Kyle's unbearably emerald eyes, he always felt a sort of floaty feeling when he stared at them too long.

Being with Kyle made Stanley feel so soft and special. So unbelievably wanted and praised.

But Stanley knew he didn't want soft, he wanted to hear about everything Kyle had ever thought, or went through, or every one he'd ever looked at. He wanted to know everything.

"Where did you grow up?" Stanley whispered softly, not wanting to break the mellow atmosphere.

"New Jersey." Kyle whispered just beneath his breath. Kyle didn't seem ashamed or scared to share, so Stanley went on.

"What is your family like?" Stanley asked.

"Uh.. well, my mother is basically me, but a girl, older, and 20x more confrontational." Kyle finished with a rough laugh, Stanley giggling lightly at the sound. "But uh my dad's a lawyer, he's specializes in insurance law. My brother, Ike, he's a junior in high school, and he plans on going to college for environmental law. He's pretty chill, actually he and Kenny's sister are soulmates which makes us like.. in-laws I think. but, uh- my dad's pretty laid back, my mom definitely wears the shoes in their relationship. I think they'd like you a lot." Kyle finished off his soft rant with an honest smile.

Stanley couldn't help but smile back, just as honest. "What about your friends? What are they like?" Stanley asks quietly. Kyle rarely talks about any of his friends besides Kenny.

Kyle smiles brightly at the mention, before shrugging. "Uh.. they're all kind of assholes if you want me to be honest. Cartman rips on me for basically breathing, Craig is kind of an asshole to everyone but his soulmate, and his soulmate Tweek is pretty much nice to everyone. He's basically the mom friend of our shitty ass friend group. Cartman is in, weirdly enough, cosmetology school. Craig is in for some music program, and Tweek runs an animal shelter a town or so away. And then, Kenny, he's in on a baseball scholarship." Kyle finished with an out-there expression on his face. He seemed to like talking about his friends a lot, which made Stan fill with glee, he was happy that Kyle had great (?) friends.

Stanley opened his mouth to ask another question, but Kyle got to it before he could even get a syllable out. "What about you? I mean, I basically talk your ear off everytime were alone. I wanna hear you talk like that one time at the cafe." Kyle said honestly, his eyes sparkling with interest.