He's close. He's so so close.
I can smell the old booze on his breath- his cigarettes, and cologne. My eyes subconsciously flicker from his eyes to his lips.
"I am so- so sorry," Stan says, clearing his throat and moving away. I snap out of the trance he had me in, my eyes returning to meet his again.
"No- it's fine," I reply, taking a deep breath and looking back at my textbook. I glance up at him before grabbing my pen to continue explaining evaluating limits.
"I think I got it." He says, but I can tell he doesn't just by his awkward tone. He looks.. confused in a way- but I don't think it's because of the math.
"Ok- you sure?" I ask as he sits up. His hair falls in front of his eyes ever so slightly as he nods.
"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna... finish it at home." He says quietly before collecting his things. I watch as he moves to the door, and it's almost as if my body moves on its own.
As he reaches for my doorknob, so do I- forcing my door shut.
"Kyle wha-" He says, turning to look up at me.
I felt like my body was moving as if it were disconnected from my mind. I wasn't thinking, just feeling. And soon, I felt my lips on his.
Stan let out a surprised noise- but he began kissing me back, I felt his hands move to grip my waist, and mine went up to brush the hair out of his face.
He dropped his backpack, his hands moving to my back as I pushed him against the door, our lips still locked together.
What am I doing?
I pulled away slightly, my lips hovering over his. Stan looks up at me, his eyes half-lidded before they go wide.
"Kyle-" He says, a little breathlessly.
Fuck.
"I'm sorry." I breathed out, pulling away from him. "I think you should go," I whisper, looking away from him.
"Yeah.." He says quietly, grabbing his backpack and leaving- but not before he looks back at me.
Oh no.
I exhale as I hear my bedroom door shut, leaning back on my bed and running my hand through my hair.
"Damn it," I mumble, leaning forward and placing my head in my hands. What did I do? I messed everything up again. But why did it feel so good?
It keeps replaying in my head. His hands on my waist, his dark hair, the smell of his cologne. I can't forget the way his lips feel against mine. I shouldn't be feeling this way about Stan-
-but I can't ignore it.
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Drifted - Stan and Kyle
Fiksi Penggemar16-year-old Kyle Broflovski returns to South Park after living in New Jersey for the past 5 years. When he returns, his best friend isn't who he used to be. Stan and Kyle slowly realize their feelings for each other had been bubbling up throughout t...
