Una Hermosa Sonrisa

Kyle Broflovski was stressed. Earlier this week he'd been lectured by his Spanish teacher about his below average performance in class. He'd tried so hard to pass Spanish but for some reason the language was simply not clicking for him. When his teacher told him he had to get no less than an A- on his remaining assignments for him to pass the class, he thought he was going to faint. He was graduating this year, failing this class would ruin his perfect gpa.

He spent the entire week trying to muster up the courage to ask his best friend for help on the subject. That's how he ended up in this situation, sitting criss cross apple sauce on his blue carpeted bedroom floor, his grip tight around his blue ink pen and his eye twitching in annoyance. Said best friend was heaving in a fit of laughter falling back softly onto the carpet as he calmed himself.

The raven haired boy sat up finally to face the still visibly angry red head, tears pricked at his eyes as he finally spoke, "dude I'm sorry but seriously-" his sentence broke as he giggled more, "Cup-ito?!" He exclaimed in disbelief and Kyle huffed as he pushed the boy to the ground.

"Shut up Stan!" He swatted his notebook away from him and dropped his pen as he brought his hands to his face in embarrassment. "Why do you think I asked for help asshole?" He said, the words muffled by his hands.

"Alright alright I'm sorry Ky, it's just, man I didn't know you were so bad with Spanish, why didn't you ask me for help sooner?" Stan asked finally coming down from his amusement. Kyle pulled his hands away from his face, he shrugged softly and Stan frowned, "seriously why didn't you? I'm literally fluent in Spanish."

How was Kyle supposed to answer that question? How was he supposed to explain that hearing his best friend speak in this language made his knees go weak and his stomach do backflips.

"You know me man, I don't like asking people for help." Kyle tried to explain but Stan rolled his eyes, "dude I'm not just people, I'm your super best friend." Stan had crossed his arms, almost like he was offended, Kyle decided he wanted to change the subject.

"Super best friend? Really dude we haven't called each other that since we were kids." Kyle laughed, Stan's frown deepened, "you mean you haven't called us that since we were kids. Unlike you 'mr doesn't wanna ask for help' I actually take our friendship seriously, I always call you that when people ask."

"When people ask what?" Kyle repeated, everyone in town knew Stan and Kyle were best friends, why would people need confirmation? Stan cleared his throat at that, looking away for a moment before answering.

"Uh sometimes people... ask if we're.... Dating." He explained, Kyle felt his entire body go numb. People asked that? "W-what?! No one's ever asked me that before." Kyles brows were furrowed and his palms felt sweaty. Stan shrugged, "probably cause you're scary dude, they probably think you'd get all aggro if they turned out to be wrong."

Kyle bit his cheek, "dude that's so weird." He said looking down at the carpet, not knowing what else he could say after this revelation. Stan was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "I thought the same when I first got asked but.... I don't know man when they explain why they thought that way, it... kinda makes sense." Stan's voice was unsure and Kyle looked up at him.

"What do they say?!" He asked suddenly, afraid that what he thought were tightly kept feelings might've been easy for other people to see. Stan turned away, "It doesn't matter man, we should get back to Spanish though." Kyle opened his mouth to protest but Stan spoke again, "we should start the essay. 'Escribir una breve autobiografía' (write a short autobiography) simple enough, mi nombre es Kyle Broflovski, soy un listillo y Stan Marsh es my super mejor amigo. (My name is Kyle Broflovski, I'm a smartass and Stan Marsh is my super best friend)"