It Was Always You / Style Southpark

Bagels and a Walk - Kyle

We watch movies, talk, and play video games. Just like when we normally hang out. It's very calming to just hang out with him. It starts to get late, I can tell he's tired. I am too.

"You wanna go to sleep?" I ask, nearly yawning. "Yeah sure," he replies. "Do you have like a pillow and blanket I can use?" he asks clearing a spot on the floor. I feel bad making him sleep on the floor. "Do you just wanna sleep on the bed with me..?" I ask shyly. Maybe I'm crazy but I swear he's blushing a little bit. "Sure dude, " he replies with a small smile, we both sit on the bed. "You get the wall side," I tease him. "Dude we both know I deserve the outlet side," he rolls his eyes. "It's my bed I think I get to choose," I protest.

He scoots to the wall side of the bed as I reach to plug my phone in. He pulls the blanket over himself. I climb after under him. "You want me to plug your phone in too?" I ask him. "Sure," he says while handing me his phone. I plug it into the extra charger and sigh. "This has been the longest weekend of my life and it's not even over, we still have all of Sunday," I complain. "Looks like you're stuck spending all of tomorrow with me. How awful," Stan teases me. I chuckle a little, I'm nervously looking forward to tomorrow.

I know he likes me. Even if he does like me what if he says no? Like 'cause of his family or whatever.

Suddenly I feel arms snake around my waist and I think I'm glowing as red as a firetruck. "Oh... Is this ok with you?" he asks in a chill voice while cuddling up to me. "Yeah," I'm barely able to squeak out. shrbeindjd I think I'm gonna die hejrbdndn.

I really like it. I settle in, now that I'm not freaking out it's comforting to be in his arms.

...

My eyes flutter open and then squeeze shut when they see the morning light. Usually, I'd adjust so the light isn't in my eyes but Stan's hands are still wrapped around me. One of his hands has traveled from my waist to more up on my stomach. I carefully turn my head to see if he's woken up... not yet. I let out a small sigh and shut my eyes again.

After what must be forever I feel him shift a little. I crane my head again to see if he's awake. "Morning," he smiles when our eyes meet. His smile is so charming ahhhh. I wanna kiss him. What? ... Should I? I shift my whole body so we're fully facing each other now. "Morning," I whisper back. "Why are you whispering?" he asks in a whisper, a sleepy smile still on his face. "My parents dumbass, they could hear us talking," I tell him. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

Should I?

I almost do but before I fully commit to my idea I feel his arms pull off of me and he sits up. "What time is it?" he asks me. I reach for one of our phones. I grab mine and read the time on the screen "8:48," I read aloud. He sighs and flops back down. "It's too early to be awake on a Sunday," he whines. "It's nearly 9!" I say. "yeah 2 hours too early to be awake," he grumbles.

He looks at me with his dark sleepy eyes and I can't help it anymore. I lean in and peck him on the lips. "I'll food and bring it back up here for us," I tell him. "Noooo, don't leave me," he whines (only partially in a joking way).

He's so funny when he's sleepy. So cute. He grabs my hand to stop me from leaving. "You want food or not?" I ask him, trying to pull my hand away. He rolls his tired eyes and lets me go.

...

I go back upstairs with a bagel for each of us and a bowl of cut-up strawberries. "Hey dude," Stan says, looking a lot less tired now. "Hopefully you're in the mood for bagels," I say. I sit down on the edge of the bed and hand him his plate. The dish of strawberries teeters Indecisivly in the space between us. "Tha-mh-nks!" he smiles through a mouthful of food.

As we finish our food I turn to Stan. "Wanna walk to Starks Pond after this?" I ask. "Yes," he says without hesitation. His answer makes me more confident for a moment... and then more nervous. What if he's so sure of his answer that he decides that he hates me? My stomach does an unpleasant flip.

Stan hops off my bed and started pulling his shoes on.  I follow him sliding my shoe on and sloppily tying the laces. "Do I have to climb out the window again?" He asks as I finish double knotting my shoes. "Yup," I reply. He groans, walking over to the window and beginning to open it. "Don't die," I chuckle. "No promises," he tells me.

I start down the stairs. "Morning bubbie!" my mom smiles. "Morning Mom," I reply while sliding on my jacket. "Where you off to?" she asks. "Oh just on a walk, to Stars Pond. Is that fine?" I ask even though I'm sure she won't mind. She's always encouraging me to go outside more. "Of course! Have a nice walk," She tells me as I walk out the door. 

I walk to the side of the house to meet up with Stan and I find him clinging to the tree still. "You coming?" I shout up at him. "Yeah..! One second!" he replies. He clumsily makes his way down a few branches then shimmies down the trunk a little before eventually just jumping. He lands on his ass eibt a thud. "Let's go," he says brushing past me while wiping snow off himself.

We walk in silence for a few minutes the only sound being the wind and the tap of our shoes on the pavement. "I don't wanna go back to school tomorrow," Stam breaks the silence with his complaint. "Yeah it's gonna suck ass," I agree with him.

I know we're getting close to Starks Pond and I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest. I nervously bite my lip and crack my knuckles. I can see the sign pond not far ahead. I can't stand it anymore. I need a yes or no. It's not like he doesn't know that I like him, the scary parts over. Actually, that's not true waiting for a reply has been dreadful. I crack another one of my knuckles and take a deep breath. "I don't want to stall so... will you be my boyfriend Stan?"