Oh god.
It was as if my feet moved independently, controlled by some other notion I had. It was like we were back in elementary school- how I knew something was up with Stan before he spoke.
"Stan!" I called out, completely disregarding the sound of Craig telling me he was leaving with or without me.
Stan turned to face me- and god, he looked...
He looked like shit.
His hair was ruffled, and he had been wearing the same shirt for a few days. His eyes had huge dark circles underneath them, his skin was paler than usual and he looked skinnier. I could practically smell the stench of beer and cigarettes from Craig's car.
"Stan, are you.. would.." I stumbled, my eyes catching on his slender frame and his messy hair. I cleared my throat. "Wanna hang out? I need a little company, and I mean, it's the weekend." I spoke quickly- quicker than usual, my nerves getting the better of me.
His expression was, rightfully, one of confusion, his dark eyebrows furrowed.
"Kyle.." Stan paused, biting his lip- a nervous habit. "Yeah, whatever." His voice was a grumble, but I could hear a hint of hope in his tone.
"Okay- let's... we can.." I hesitated, running a hand through my hair. "Care to watch a movie?" I asked, holding my breath. "We could run to the gas station, get some snacks.. like we always did?"
Stan's expression softened, and he let out a soft sigh before nodding- giving me a sort of half-smile that made my heart melt.
"Of course." He said, relaxing just a bit- letting his guard down.
"We're.. we're good, right?" Stan asked as we got into his car.
"Yeah.." I sighed, giving him a reassuring look, "We're good."
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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...
