-2nd place- (South park/Equestrian Au/ Style)

~Close friends~

I lock myself in the bathroom. I feel so dramatic for reacting like that. I mean, maybe he wasn't, maybe he was telling me a secret or hugging me. I don't know.

When he was choking me, I felt all tingly and like I was turned on. Maybe it's because I was being choked, or maybe it's because theirs something about him.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and tucked my head into my knees. Stan is straight and so am I, what if I didn't push
him away? What if he did whatever he was going to do? What if we kissed? I bit the inside of my lip just thinking about it. Was it going to be weird when we go to the stables? How will he act? This is all my fault, why was I so fuckin dramatic?!

I stood up and stared myself in the mirror. My hair was frizzy and there were circles under my eyes. I stared dead eyes in the mirror and sighed.

My friendship is going to be ruined because I overreacted over some dumb thing. I splashed cold water over my face and fixed my hair breathing deeply preparing myself to be yelled at or worse.

I slowly crawled out of the bathroom to be met by Stan sitting on the floor next to the bathroom. His eyes were glassy. I thought I was the pussy.

"Look, I'm not gay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just want everything to be ok and not awkward."

Something hurt when he said "I'm not gay", I mean, me neither!  I'm as straight as they come.

I started to lean on the ground criss across. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out like that. That was dumb, In fact, that was gay." I laughed through my nose in attempt to make the atmosphere less tense.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled out of guilt.

He stared at me and fake smiled as he looked down at the floor.

"Is everything cool?" I said worried.

He hummed in agreement. He looked so dissatisfied and disappointed. Maybe the joke I made was shitty?

I brushed it off and stared at him as he closed his eyes and started to lean back onto the carpeted floor. He cuddled into his pillow and mumbled something I couldn't hear.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him but I know how that would end. He is not gay and nor am I.

*Time skip to morning*

I awoke to the sound of Clyde's alarm clock at 5am, he, of course, forgot to turn off. Everyone whined and smacked his phone.

As everyone else dozed off, I stared at the ceiling in doubt.

I plugged my headphones into my phone and played "You know how we do it" by Ice cube. ( https://spotify.link/FPGxhABsmDb)
I looked over at Stan and admired him. I wonder how he feels about me. Maybe, he is gay. I don't care, it might be a little weird though.

I bobbed my head with the music and hummed along to the words not aware of how loud I was being. (ALSO, It's canon Kyle likes rap 🤕)

Suddenly, I opened my eyes to Stan staring straight at me.

"Oh shit!" I jumped at his stare.

"Morning." he said under his breath.

"Did I wake you?" I furrowed my eyebrows together in worry.

He shook his head and put his head in my lap.

Oh god.

His eyes were closed and he breathed steadily.

He fell back asleep...in my lap. My face started to burn up. What the hell?

I was frozen as Stan slept peacefully.

I let a breath, I didn't know I was holding in, out.

Just as I got comfortable and relaxed, Stan started to move.

He moved his hands around my waist and moved to lay on his stomach putting his cheek on my crotch.

I tightened my thighs and hid my face.

Maybe, I'm a little gay because I was certainly enjoying this.

Every time he'd breathe, I'd feel it.

I started to struggle to keep my eyes open and dozed off.

You have no idea how hard i cringed while writing this 🙂🔫