(STYLE ONE-SHOTS)

#2

(This is probably gonna be short but it's based off of what me and my friend did during a bike ride.. But make it romantic. Also, I altered some of the parts because, well, I did not do any romantic acts with my friend, but we did pretend to kiss in the pool😘)

Kyle and Stan were going on a bike ride with Kenny after it rained, the streets damp and the sky slightly dark.

Unfortunately for the three boys, there was only two bikes, the new one that Stan got and the one Kyle got for his birthday.

Kenny rode Kyle's bike while the other two took turns on the back pegs of Stan's bike.

They were happy they chose Stan's house instead of Kyle's because Sheila would have never let them ride on the wet front roads, especially when cars drove by.

Stan decided that Kyle would ride the back pegs first while he rode but the ginger kept on making it shake and wobble when they were in the back alley. Stan thought this was only the streets that were the problem so they made their way up the hill and drove up there.

They took turns, never going down hill but just riding the front road, Stan on the pegs more than Kyle.

The ginger liked to mess with him and he would go faster than Stan wanted, making him scream and yell.

Kenny just looked over at them and smirked, one time asking if they were at least gonna get married before doing that, to which Kyle held the handle bars in one hand and flipped him off, making the black haired boy's grip on his shoulders tighten.

When Stan was riding the pegs, Kyle decided it would be a fantastic idea to go down the hill which pulled into the alley way if you turned left.

This only caused the shorter boy to scream the whole way down and close his eyes really tight, hands gripping the shoulders even harder, while Kyle just chuckled.

He wanted to mess with him a bit more so he shifted the handle bars to make it look like they were heading towards the huge tree to the left.

"I am going to beat you up Kyle, I swear to god if you do not pull to the fucking left right now I'm gonna reach over your shoulders and do it myself!! AHHHH STOPP!!!"

He shrieked while they ran over a bump in the road but finally pulled into the alley.

They slowed their pace down, calming Stan, but he squealed again as Kenny slammed into their back tire, him falling off and hitting the ground.

"Ow, fuck!" He exclaimed, his knees and palms painfully slapping against the pavement. "Holy shit, Stan are you okay!?"

He groaned in pain and turned around and sat on his ass, not caring if it got wet at this point, and looked up to see Kenny and Kyle staring down at him with concerned looks on their faces.

"Physically? Yeah, probably. Mentally? Definitely not."

They chuckled at the response and he reached his hands into the air. "Help me up you assholes. "

"No thank you, I'll meet you guys at the top," Kenny said before standing on the pedals and riding up the hill.

"Well fuck you then!" Stan flipped him off before raising his hand up again and giving Kyle 'puppy dog eyes'.

"pleaseeee Ky, I'm hurt." Kyle groaned before interlocking their hands and pulling him roughly.

"Get up you big baby." Stan batted his eye lashes and smiled sheepishly, but it disappeared and his face turned red when he realized how close they were.

Kyle seemed to notice too by the way his face immediately burned up. "Yo, are we about to kiss right now?"

"If you really want to." Kyle replied, Stan tried to search for any discomfort, none being found. They stared into each other's eyes before he finally replied back.

"Yes, please."

Kyle smiled, cupping Stan's jaw and pressing their lips together. They stayed like that, kissing until they had to pull away, breathing heavily.

Stan pressed his forehead against Kyle's,  smiling while Kyle wrapped his arms around Stans neck and their lips pressed  together again.

This time they separated quicker due to Kenny calling down the hill. "Hurry up gaybos!"

They giggled and looked at each other and in that moment they realized that nothing could be said to wipe the stupid, whipped looks off of their faces.

"How about we ask Shelley to use her bike so we all have one?"

"Yeah, that would be better than having the shit scared out of me."

(end🥳🥳 they're such cutie patooties ohhh myyyyy)

The power McDonald's and apple juice helped me write this. I had a happy meal 😍😍