the Truth of the Relationship

Ch.4: Cuddle Squad

Stan's POV:

Fuck. Why did I think it was a good idea to say that? I'm so stupid. I'm not good at lying, especially to Kyle. What should I say?

"We just dated because everyone told us we'd be a great couple," I say.

It's not really a lie, though. Everyone did pretty much pressure us into dating.

"Was I one of those people?" He asks, always thinking he's the problem. It's all on his dumbass mom, dude. She's always blaming him for everything. Poor Kyle.

"No. Listen, don't worry about it, dude. It was on us for going along with it. We both like different people, anyway," I respond.

"Really? Who?" Kyle asks. I look him up and down before I turn to stare at the wall, hoping he didn't get the hint. I don't want him to find out yet. That was a risky hint.

He looks as confused as ever. Thank god. "Don't worry about it," I respond.

"What do I have to worry about?" He asks, genuinely confused. He's so smart, yet so dumb. Maybe that's why I love him. Who knows? I definitely don't.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," I respond, knowing it'll confuse him more. There it is again, his skeptical face. Not that he isn't cute already, but the way he gets confused and tilts his head all whilst making that face of confusion is just too cute. I wish he thought the same of me.

"Whatever. Imma go brush my teeth," he says as he stands up, wiping invisible dust from his PJ's. He probably got changed into his PJ's early because he was gonna pull another movie night with Bebe. Oh, well. I guess that's too bad for her.

I brushed my teeth not too long ago, so I'll just change while he's in the bathroom. Once I change onto my PJ's, I head downstairs for a glass of water.

As I pass by, I sneak a peek at the guest room. Tweek and Craig are cuddling. I never considered Craig to be the cuddling type, but I guess he's a different person when he's around Tweek.

Maybe I should sneak a peek into Ike's room... Kyle never told me his plan, but it's pretty easy to guess what someone's up to when they're your super best friend (even though I wish we were super best boyfriends).

I wonder what Clyde and Tolkien are up to. I tippy toe until I'm outside Ike's door, not hearing anyone. I think I'm safe.

I silently open the door and find them also cuddling. They're so extra. There's a couch and there's mattresses here, so why cuddle? Oh, right. Kyle hid them. Still, homosexuals these days.

Anyway, I'm taking a picture. The lights are off, but I can see due to my phones light. God, it's annoying. Once I take the picture, I realize that flash is on. Too late.

I crouch down and hide behind the door, looking in again. I'm glad I did. I see Clyde wake up and not move.

Oh, shit. I feel bad for him. This happened to me before. He's having the most vicious, terrible, horrendous experience right now. Sleep paralysis (literally the worst thing ever).

I hide myself further behind the door so I don't turn into some monster in his vision. It lasts about 30 seconds before he finally moves, clearly frightened (based on the fact that he's crying).

Maybe this is the first time it's happened to him, but crying is something to expect from Clyde. He's not really a crybaby, but he's a bit more sensitive and vulnerable than the rest of us. Maybe sound proof walls and Tolkien being a deep sleeper aren't great things in this situation.

The actual reason I'm glad I looked in again is because after this, Clyde shoved himself deeper into Tolkien's arms. That's good for me because I get to take another picture and bully them later.

I silently shut the door before heading to Kyle's parents' room. The lights are still on and I hear giggling. They're probably painting each other's nails or something, and I bet Wendy told Bebe about our fake relationship already. It's not a bad thing, though. Bebe knows how to keep a secret.

I run downstairs to get water and run back up, only to find Kyle already asleep. I should've grabbed a mattress while I was downstairs, but I think he also has one in his attic.

The entrance to his attic is in his closet, but there's no ladder. Do I wake him up? Nah, I'll just go find one.

Well, that's what I was gonna do until I woke him up. He's half asleep, though. He rubs his eyes before recognizing me, "Stan?"

"That's m-" I try responding before he pulls me. Since he's half-asleep, he pulls lightly because he doesn't have any strength.

But somehow, my dumbass still finds a way to fall. At least I land on Kyle's bed instead of the floor.

"Ow. Stan, what the hell?" Kyle says, right before falling right back asleep. He's probably tired because he stays up late doing homework. I know he does it for his mom, but even I wouldn't go that far.

No wonder Bebe and Clyde are always on his bed, dude! This is comfortable as fuck. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I just slept here. It wouldn't be the first time anyway.

How does he even manage to get up so early? If I had his bed, I'd have to set my alarm to 3:00AM because it'd take me 4 hours to get up. Maybe I just have no motivation.

You know what looks comfier than Kyle's bed? Kyle. We've hugged plenty of times, and he is by far the closest thing to a marshmallow. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I hugged him again.

Holy shit. I won't be regretting this decision anytime soon. He's so skinny, yet so squishy. How does he do that? Lotion? Maybe it comes with his smart kid starter pack.

I get comfy under the blanket and start hugging him again. Surprisingly though, he shoves himself into my chest similar to the way Clyde shoved himself into Tolkien's arms. I'm not even gonna lie, this is so fucking gay. Like, we're doing the same thing as Tolkien and Clyde. Plus, I'm usually the one in his arms.

Well, Wendy and Bebe are probably gonna cuddle, too. Probably at like 3am, but they still will. It isn't gay then, right?

Who am I kidding? They're totally gay for each other. They're just like Tolkien and Clyde. Whatever, dude. All this thinking is making me sleepy, so I sleep.