Stan x Kyle

One

Important info: please read!
Everyone knows that Kyle is bi, even his parents. He has a bi flag on his wall, too

Other ships shown in this story include:
Kenjorine(Kenny x Marjorine)
Reidi(Red x Heidi)
Creek(Craig x Tweek)
Bendy(Wendy x Bebe)
Maybe others, idk yet💀

Setting:
Stan's bedroom after school
(OLD house, I hate the farm😡😡)

Stan's POV:

I wait patiently for the call Kyle promised me in the period before he got dismissed. He told me he was sick. I pick up my phone, starting to worry. He said his throat hurts and that he has had a headache since yesterday after school.

Is he okay? Did he have to rush to the doctors' office or worse, the hospital?! I hesitate to text him, trying to think of words to describe how I feel. I start to type, "are you okay", but delete it and turn my phone off.

I sigh, dropping face-first into my bed and I just scream into my pillow. Well, what can I say? I worry about Kyle a lot, we're super best friends, after all.

Aren't they supposed to care for each other? I hear the sound of my cell phone ringing. Obviously, I pick up my phone super fast.

I suddenly notice that it doesn't say Kyle's contact, "Kyle💚🧡(sbf)" instead I notice the familiar name, "Wendy" with some hearts she asked me to add and shit.

"Ugh.. Wendy." I mumble to myself. I do like Wendy. A lot. I just was really waiting for Kyle's phone call.

I reluctantly answer, trying not to sound tired as shit from waiting for Kyle's call. "Hey, Wendy."

"Hi Stan!" She seems to be excited about something. "Remember what day it is?"

"Uhh... Thursday?" I reply, obliviously. I wait a moment for her response.

"Oh, Stan! You're so funny! You know that it is most definitely our anniversary!"

Oh god. Which one? I add in my head, sarcastically. I accidentally laugh out loud at my thoughts, Wendy still waiting for a response.

"Stan!! What's so funny about the day we got together?" She sadly responds.

Oh shit.

I think of a response, quickly. "Nothing, babe...! I was just thinking about something funny that, uh, Kenny said earlier." I add, "I, uh. I got you a gift." I lie, rustling around to to find something I could regift to her, so she doesn't think I don't care.

"Good, Stan. Because I got you a awesome gift as well!" She exclaims loudly.

Well, now I feel bad. She probably got me such a nice gift, and I'm rummaging around my messy room just to find one!

"Well, I'm gonna go. I'm hanging out with Bebe in a couple minutes." She adds.

"Bye!" I hang up before she stretches the conversation any longer. What if I missed a call from Kyle? What if he thinks I'm ignoring him for Wendy?

I continue to overthink.

What if he's ignoring me? What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? That is when I remember one key detail that I left out.

Kyle said it might take a while. After remembering that, I let out a sigh. Then most of my anxious thoughts start to vanish, rather quickly. I sit up on my bed. Lying on the backboard.

I close my eyes softly for a moment. I almost fall asleep, if I'm being honest.

After a slight moment of dead silence, I hear a quiet knock I recognize to be the knock of my mom. "Come in," I say, trying to clean up my room a little bit, so she doesn't get mad.

She opens the door softly. "Stanley, your little friend, Kyle is downstairs. He said he wants to hang out."

I let out a long sigh of relief, now knowing that Kyle is okay. "Okay, mom. I'll go get him." I stand up from my bed and go downstairs to get Kyle and send him up. "Hey dude!"

We do our secret handshake that we made up a couple of years ago. "So, I think I'm okay? I mean," Kyle pauses for a moment. I wait patiently for his next words. "My mom didn't take me to the doctor and gave me some medicine, so I feel better now." He finishes.

"Well, that's good." I start. "So do you think you will be at school tomorrow? We are supposed to present that project in science."

"Yeah, I think so. Anyway, let's go upstairs!" Kyle says excitingly.

We start to walk upstairs. "Just a warning, I haven't cleaned up my room in a hot minute, so it's kinda messy." I open the door.

Kyle looks around the room for a bit, then speaks, "KINDA MESSY??" He looks at me. "STAN!"

I blush a little, from embarrassment, then I add, "Yeah, sorry. I would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming.."

"It's okay, I should have told you I wanted to come over instead of calling you." He continues, "It's just..." Kyle's cheeks start to turn red, it must be hot in here.

"Nevermind.." He adds.

"It can wait a couple years..." He mumbles.