sky full of stars // kyle broflovski 1

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after kyle brought you home you laid in your bed on your side, thinking about him. pulling you from your thoughts was your phone going off next to you.

wends ❤️: hey girll guess who i just saw drive past your house??

your stomach dropped and you felt uneasy. someone was stalking you?

you: omg who??

wends ❤️: KYLE!!

you sighed to yourself and laughed at how worried you got.

you: oh yea he was dropping me off,
we were over at his.

wends ❤️: o. m. g. NO WAY. did you guys kiss?? does he love you??

you: wendy chill haha. nothing happened
we just ate dinner with his family
and watched the stars.

wends ❤️: that's so romantic awww you two are so cute

you shook your head and laid back down in your bed, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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kyle's face warmed up from the soft drizzle hitting him. his red hair hung in front of his eyes, dripping with water from the shower head. he massaged his vanilla scented shampoo into his scalp and closed his eyes to enjoy the tingly sensation.

although it was obvious to him that his mind wasn't on the feeling of the warm shower. his mind was on you. your smile. your eyes. your laugh. your hands. everything about you.

he thought about how close you got to him in your sleep. how you looked while you were laying down next to him, your arm draped over his chest. heart pounding out of his sternum. he didn't know how you didn't feel it.

his mind started to wander to your encounter hours before. in his room, listening to music. he thought about the song that played in the background of your banter.

kinda mad that i didn't take a stab at it.
should i take a stab at it?
should i?

his thoughts began to morph into something different.

i wonder if that would be a good song to fuck to.
of course it would. it's steve lacy.

he tried to stop his thoughts from further escalating, knowing exactly where his mind would end up. he got out of the shower after rinsing his hair, immediately grabbing the towel on the toilet. he ruffled his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. his chest had red hair trailing down to his belly button.

i'm way too scrawny.

he turned to his side and looked at his arms.

ugly.

he sighed and wrapped the towel around his torso. he made his way back to his room, pulling out some boxers and a tshirt to sleep in. after changing, he jumped into his bed. his eyelids felt heavy, but his mind began to wander to you again.

"fuck." he muttered. he looked down at his blankets, where a small tent began to form. he sat up and went over to his record player and put the needle onto the 'gemini rights' album that was sitting in it, he immediately fast forward to bad habit.