「𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳」

11. Party?

"And that's it." I removed my hands away from my face as I set them down on the desk. Stan stood staring at me for a good while before saying anything.

"Woah, dude you've been inlove with her for eleven years?!" Stan sat ontop of the desk I was sitting at. I looked down in embarrassment.

"When you say love it makes me sound lame."

"So you just liked her.. for eleven years." He folded his arms. "Yeah! See not so lame." I smiled.

"Kyle you love her."

I groaned throwing my head onto his leg. Stan shook his head making a smile.

He took off my hat to begin making small braids in my thick curly hair.

"Kyle you know I have a girlfriend, we've liked each other for so long and now we're dating." Stan began to talk again.

I stopped making noises, to frown.

"You've only known Gigi for 2 years, how does that even match up to me lov- I mean liking Y/n for the past DECADE?" I questioned, in annoyance.

"My point is.. actually I have no idea where I was going with this. But I do love Gigi with all my heart I think you should tell her." Stan messed with my hair some more.

"Stan I fucking hate you."

"You'll thank me one day."

"Ughhhhhhhshsjsnsmdm" I let out a loud groan from all this.

"Aaand done! Gigi taught me how to braid hair so I wanted to see if I was any good at it." Stan hopped off the desk forcing me to pick up my head.

"That's gay."

"You're gay."

"No you just braided my hair."

"You were the one on my leg and let me do it." Stan and I looked at each other before I rolled my eyes "Okay but you're actually ga-"

"You know what we should have a party!" Stan stopped me from finishing my sentence. I rested my elbow on the desk as I let my chin rest on the palm of my hand.

"For what Stan?" I asked, unenthusiastically.

"So we could all just get loose you know? Everyone has been tight, especially you." Stan pointed to me. I stood up for a stretch.

"Mmh I don't know." I said, making a small yawn. "Tomorrow at my house about at 10. Be there or you want to suck Cartman's dick." Stan giggled like a kid walking over to his bag.

I grabbed my backpack in a huff "That's not even funny, it's childish. Also I'm not going." I put the straps on to my backpack on my back.

"tch, then you want to suck Eric's dick." Stan walked backwards with a grin exiting the band room, leaving me about to scream my lungs off.

"God damn it, I don't want to suck Cartman's DICK!"

"Then go to the party!" Stan yelled from the entry of the band room, though he wasn't there.

I rubbed my face, regretting my choice. "Fine, I'll go. Only for like 20 minutes."

"Looks like someone doesn't like dick anymore!"

"I NEVER LIKED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"