Stan x Kyle

Eleven

Stan's POV

I run to my house very quickly. "Hi, guys!" I say and run upstairs. I put my bag down and grab my phone.

I should wait a bit. I thought. I wouldn't want to seem to eager, that'd creep him out.

I scroll through TikTok for a few minutes, then I turn my phone off and run back downstairs. I get my shoes and jacket on and I was about to open the door when I get a text from Kenny.

Kenny: Hey dude

Kenny: I heard you're going to Kyle's

Me: Yeah

Kenny: I just wanted to say...

Me: ??

Kenny: Dont fuck too hard

Me: KENNY.

Me: You can't go around saying things like that

Kenny: Idfc, bye

Me: Bye

I start walking to Kyle's, which doesn't take too long, because we live really close. I get to his door and take a deep breath and try to prepare to knock on his door.

I was really nervous, even though I have done this many times before. It's just more awkward seeing Kyle's parents when I have a crush on their son.

I was about to knock when Kyle opened the door. "O-oh, I was about to knock." I chuckle awkwardly.

"Well, I was about to go get you." He laughs. "Come on in." He moves aside to let me walk in.

I smile and nod my head. I walk into his house. Ike is watching YouTube on his iPad and his dad and mom are sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Hi, Stan. Y'know, I invited your father to watch the game in a few days, maybe you could come along too, so you and Kyle can hang out." His dad offers.

I nod my head again. "Yeah, I think that'd be nice."

"Come on!" Kyle takes my hand and pulls me upstairs with him. "I cleaned my room."

I follow behind him, obviously. I bet he could pull my arm off if I didn't, though I did blush a little when he held my hand, though. I can feel his warm skin, right on mine.

He opens his door and lets me in.

"You said that you were gonna paint your nails black?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah, I was thinking about it." I state with a smile and a shrug.

Kyle pulls out some nail polish from a drawer. "I stole some from Ike..." He says with a sing-songy voice.

"Woah, cool!" I smile.

"Here, let me help you." Kyle opens the nail polish and sits me down on the bed.

He gently takes my hand, which makes me blush slightly more, and he starts painting my nails.

"Thanks.." I say shyly.

"Oh, don't mention it." Kyle smiles and we stay silent for a moment while he paints my nails.

After a few minutes, he finishes one hand. "Alright, did I do okay?" He asks.

I pick up my hand and look at it. "This is really good."

"Okay, good, now give me your other hand." He gently picks up my other hand and paints it as well.

"Wow, you're good at this." I look at my hands in admiration.

"Thanks." Kyle says, then chuckles.

After a bit of waiting, my nails dry. Kyle picks up my hands and puts them in his. "So, how do you like them?"

"Like is an understatement." I add, "I love them! Thanks again, dude!" I smile at him.

"Good. They were made with love." He chuckles, I feel my face heat up. Then, I feel like I might throw up again.

"Um, uh.. I'm gonna go to the bathroom..." I stand up.

"Oh, okay."

I get up and walk to the bathroom, covering my mouth, because I know I'm gonna vomit into the toilet.

When I make it to the bathroom, I lock the door and immediately do what I thought I would; vomit into the toilet, very violently.

A few minutes pass of me in there, pouring out my insides and Kyle knocks on the door.

"Hey, are you okay is there?" Kyle asks.

"Uh." I clear my throat. "No." I vomit again, then I flush the toilet.

"Oh my god, Stan, are you throwing up?" Kyle sounds nervous now.

"Uh.. maybe.." I stand up and walk over to the door, then I unlock it and open it.

Kyle puts his hands on my cheeks, making me blush more. "Oh, you poor thing.." He hugs me.

"I'm okay, really." I try to reassure him.

"Stan did you do that on purpose...?" Kyle looks genuinely concerned for me.

"Uh, no? I don't know why I was throwing up, I just did..."

I was lying when I said that I didn't know why I was throwing up, but I wasn't lying about the first part. It's not really my fault I throw up when I'm flustered.

"It's okay, I understand. You okay, I won't tell. Now let's go get you some food, okay?" Kyle says in a caring voice.

"Um, okay.."

I mean, it's better than him finding out that I like him and then stop being my friend, right? I thought.

Kyle wraps his arm around me and we walk downstairs. We walk into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna make you a sandwich, okay? I want you to eat all of it though, or at least half." Kyle says and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"O-okay." I nod. Honestly, I get butterflies in my stomach from him doing this, because it means he really cares about me.