South Park OneShots (Style)

Lovesick

Stan: 17
Kyle:17

(Kyle has been inlove with Stan since they were 12, so has Stan but he didn't realize till much sooner)

(Kyles pov)

Today me and my super best friend (Stan) are going out to lunch. I honestly didn't expect this, especially when Stan told me he wanted some space from me. I never got to know the reason why, all I knew was he was confused about some things and needed time to think on it.

Now suddenly he's asking me to lunch? We've talked every now and then but never longer than a minute or two. I just hope he's got his shit figured out. I miss him so much. It's been hell not being able to hang out or talk, but I've got to respect his decision.

"Kyle?" I turn around to see Stan walking towards me. He looked very happy to see me. Maybe even a little nervous.

"Oh, hey dude." I say. It took nearly everything in me to not run at him and give the biggest hug I could possibly give.

Stan's smiled seemed to droop a little. Shit. Did it seem like I was mad or something? "How've you been?" Stan says as he interrupts my train of thought.

"I've been okay, what about you? I haven't talked to you in forever." "I'm okay too. I've been thinking a lot about somethings, and that's the reason I invited you here. I'm ready to talk about it."

Stan moves his blue gaze to the floor as I stare at his face. He looked better, sounded better too. He's not slurring his words and his eyebags have decreased a huge amount. He's looks decent, and his hair looks healthy. Something I haven't seen in a long time. It makes me so happy knowing he's genuinely okay. I can't help but smile.

Before I knew it he was looking right back at me.

"Kyle?" I came back to reality. "Uh..yeah?" "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Can we sit?"
"Oh! Yes of course. Sorry." He said, as he immediately hurried to a booth. I followed him while giggling about how nervous he really was. Now I'm super curious, why did he want space?

We get to a booth near the front and he sits across from me. Our legs nudge each other for a moment before Stan moves his legs back mumbling "Sorry."

He says sorry a lot.

"What would you like to order?" He says. "I'm not sure. What are you going to get?" Stan usually has good taste in foods so I'll probably just go with what he wants.

"I was thinking about getting some French toast and coffee. They have really good breakfast here." He then started to ramble about how he would go to this place a lot to chill out and have a good meal.

"Oh, sorry! I'm rambling about something so random. I'll st-" "No! I don't mind. I missed hearing you talk Stan, I really have." I say as I interrupt him.

"You have?" Stan says, face red and a crooked smile plastered on his face. I couldn't help but cringe at what I said, but I instantly melt into his expression.

What I said obviously made him happy, so no way I'm taking it back. I meant it too, so it's not like I'm lying either.

"I'll go with what your getting." I say.

"Alright."

We talk a little more before a waiter came to the booth and greeted us.

"Good morning gentlemen, what would we like to order today?"

"Can we get two plates of French Toast and two Coffees?"

"Oh, Stan don't forge-"

"But one of the coffees will need two extra sugars."