Stan x Kyle

Nine

Stan's POV:

I swallow hard and look at Shelley. "I think I'm gay. Well, not gay, I guess. What I should've said is.. I think I'm bi.."

Shelley stares blankly at me for a moment. "I know." She says casually, looking back to the TV and unpausing it. "I had a feeling. You and Kyle, right?"

"N-no." I answer. "I wish." I mumble.

I mean, I like being friends with him and all, but if he asked me out or wanted to kiss me, I'd say yeah.

"Oh. Wow." Shelley says, seeming to be surprised. "I thought you guys made out in your room with the door closed when he slept over and stuff."

"No! Why'd you think that?" I add defensively.

"You guys are always so loud and shit, I can hear, like, banging from upstairs."

"Well, most times when he comes over, it'd been because I got upset so I drank. So you probably heard me hitting the floor, or something."

"Oh my god! That's so cute! Does he come take care of you?" She asks, I blush and nod my head slightly. "Well, good for you for coming out, I guess."

"Thanks." I walk upstairs to my room.

Well, at least I can finally come to the conclusion and admit it, I, Stan Marsh, have a crush. A crush on Kyle Broflovski.

I sigh as I sit alone in my room with all my thoughts. Then I get a phone call. "Wendy(ex)", it read. I sigh and reluctantly answer the phone.

"Let me guess, you wanna get back together?" I say exhaustedly.

"Oh, no! I'm not asking that, I like someone else." Wendy says.

"So... what is it?"
"I have to ask you something, Stan."
"...yeah?"
"Stan, I need you to be completely serious and honest when I ask you this, okay?"
"Okay, yeah. What's up?"
"...do you like Kyle?"
"W-what...?" I chuckle awkwardly, feeling my face heat up.
"...why would you even think that...? Not to sound mean, but Kyle's my friend...okay, maybe I do feel something towards him... but please don't tell him."

"Stan, why didn't you tell me...?"

"I don't know I liked him until just a second ago, actually." I add nervously.

"Wow, that's a lot. But this can stay between us if you want, okay?"

"Totally, sure." I add. "Thanks, but..."

"What?"
"Who's the lucky guy you like?"
"Oh... man, this is awkward, but you told me yours, soo.."
A short moment passes.

Wendy sighs. "I-it's actually not a guy..." My eyes widen as she continues. "I... like Bebe."

"Oh, wow. I guess I'm not the only one in love with my best friend of the same sex, then." I laugh.

"Haha, but I think Kyle likes you, actually." She gets serious. "You should ask him out, I think he's too nervous to."

"Y-you really think so?" I start getting slightly excited, though still having my doubts.

"Yeah, I do, Stan. But I'm gonna go now, it's getting late. See you at school?"
"Okay, sure. Bye, Wendy."

I lay down on my bed and sigh. I think about all the possibilities for Kyle and I's relationship and what could happen going forward. I slowly drift off to sleep.

Kyle's POV:

I woke up this morning and saw the sun shining through the blinds. I sigh and cover my head with the pillow.

I can't go to school today. Not with all the rumors that Cartman has been spreading and all the eyes I can feel on me. I'm skipping today, I thought. Maybe I should call Stan, and—
...yeah, I heard it. I'll just sleep a little longer.

I fall asleep and wake up about 50 minutes later. What time is it? I check my phone. Huh. I slept for almost another hour.

I yawn and stretch my arms out. I check my phone to see a million and one phone calls, most from Wendy, but I noticed one that wasn't Wendy. One that stood out.

Craig? I squint. Why the fuck is he calling me? We never talk. I call him back. The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Then, he answered.

"Do you know what everyone has been saying about you and Stan?" He asks, almost like he was in a rush.

"Uh, yeah. Cartman started a stupid rumor."
"But you like him, don't you?"
"Who told you that?"
"Nobody had to, it's obvious, dude."
"You're lying, dude. You heard this somewhere."

"Oh, really? Don't believe me? Ask anyone that knows you like him, nobody has said anything." I felt him flip me off, even over the phone, I could tell.

I sigh. "Okay, fine. I believe you. Why do you care so much?" I ask.

"Because."
"Because what?"

"Because I had the same situation with me and Tweek. I want to help you." He replies quickly.

"Really?" I sit up. "Do you really think that Stan likes me back?"

"Actually I'm sure of it. I just exchanged notes with Wendy, he's totally into you." He adds.

Wow. I thought. This is a lot to take in, but I'm glad that I did.

"Look, you kissed him while you two were drunk, right?" Craig asks.

"Yeah... how'd you-" Craig cuts me off.

"He likes you. Also, I have my ways. Drunk actions are sober thoughts, if he kissed you when you were drunk, then he thought of doing it while sober." Craig explains.

"Huh. I never thought of it that way." I scratch my head.

"So you thought you two kissed 'as friends'?" Craig asks.

"I don't know what I thought..."