South Park Smut And Such

Stan x Kyle: Confessions

(Possible TW: Alcohol)

(This is Fluff)
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Kyle's point of view
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Super bsf: I'm sorry, Kyle. I can't do this anymore.

Me: dude, what are you talking about?

Super bsf: I can't hang out with you anymore.

Me: why!?
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I stare at my phone, tears in my eyes. What did I do wrong? Is he okay? Should I text him back?? This doesn't seem like you at all Stan.
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Super bsf: I can't tell you. I just can't hang out with you anymore, okay? I don't want to hurt you, so just leave me alone.

Me: What is wrong? Please talk to me Stan, you're my best friend. We've been friends since kindergarten for Christ's sake!

Super bsf: dude, just trust me on this! We can't be friends, okay? We just can't. I can't.

Me: I'm on my way.

Super bsf: No, Kyle. Leave me alone!
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Third-person point of view

Kyle throws on his hat and his orange jacket before leaving his house. He walks next door and knocks. Sharon opens the door and lets him in. He rushes up the stairs and knocks on Stan's bedroom door. "Go away, Kyle." His voice sounds weird, garbled...no, slurred. He's been drinking.

Kyle turns the knob and lets himself in. Stan is sitting on his bed surrounded by cans and glass bottles. The room stinks of vomit. "Stan! Stan, what are you doing? You're drunk." Stan rolls his puffy eyes. He's been crying too. I wonder why? "Talk to me dude, I'm here." Kyle makes his way to the bed, avoiding the empty beverages and taking the half-full one out of his friend's hand. He sets it on the computer desk and sits beside him.

He spots a few vomit spots in the room. So that's where the smell is coming from. Gross. "Stan, please? What's going on?" Stan's body stiffens, and Kyle becomes nervous. "I said to go away and leave me alone!" Kyle doesn't move in time to avoid the punch, and yelps, covering his face, "Dude! What the fuck!?" Stan is crying now, clearly distraught.

Stan's point of view

I hit him! Oh fuck, I hit him! I feel my eyes well up with tears. How frustrating! This isn't his fault...it's mine. I need to get my shit together. Fuck...how much did I drink? Kyle looks concerned. There's a red mark on his face where I punched him, it looks painful. I sigh, trying to keep myself together. "I'm sorry...this isn't your fault. I just...I can't explain it to you right now. I need time."

He nods slowly, still seeming concerned. I move to pat his shoulder, but he flinches. His eyes widen and he reaches out to me instantly, "S-Stan no, it's okay, wait!" I stand up and step away from him. He's scared. He's scared...of...me. He looks even more worried than before. He knows how I feel now that he's flinched. He can see right through me. "Stan, it's okay! Please come back, please."

I shake my head slowly. "I think you should go." "Well too damn bad, I'm not leaving!" Kyle Stands and rushes to my side, just barely avoiding vomit. I cringe, now becoming aware of the smell. It's putrid. He wraps his arms around me, and I struggle. Can't think straight! I can't...what's... "I'm in love with you!" His body freezes, but he doesn't pull away. He doesn't speak, either. Kyle...please say something. I love you, please talk to me.

Your smell, your hair, your smile...Christ, your laugh! I love you. I'm in love with you. Your eyes and your voice... "I'm in love with you, Kyle." Still nothing. I push him away gently to look at his face, only to find tears rolling down his cheeks. "K-Kyle?" He still doesn't speak, and I take a step back. He's going to reject me. He's crying because he hates me now. What have I done!?

Suddenly he grabs me and pulls me back to his chest, sobbing on my shoulder. I hug him back, confused and worried. "S-Stan...are you serious? Like d-do you mean it?" I nod slowly, rubbing his back awkwardly. "I've loved you for so long, Stan. What about Wendy?" My face falls slightly, "She broke up with me to be with some other guy." Kyle hugs me harder, "Dude, I am so sorry."

We bury our faces in each other's shoulders and simply stand there. We don't speak a word, just think about our confessions and hold each other. I begin to feel tired, and he lays in bed with me. The door is locked in case my parents would try to come in. "I'll help you clean up tomorrow, okay, Stan?" "Okay, Kyle." I smile to myself in the darkness, "So, what are we now?" He replies softly, "Best friends," I think that's all he's going to say, and my heart falls a little, but then he continues, "And boyfriends."
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Sorry this was short, I'm just trying to get a couple more chapters on here in hopes that it'll pick up.