(Man. I didn't get any reads on the last part, but I guess that can't be helped. Enjoy this one, if you're still reading.)
Kyle
My stomach flipped over inside of me as I heard his words and I'm sure I would've fainted, or passed out, but instead for some reason I was paralyzed.
And another part of me was saying to scream at the top of my lungs.
I'm horrified.
Stan was just looking me over, with a worried sort of expression. He bit his lip, "Fine. Just.. just don't say anything, Kyle- and please don't," He sighed, trailing off, "Don't cry, okay?"
Stan
But it was too late. I've always hated seeing my best friend cry. It makes me feel just as bad, or maybe worse than Kyle feels.
"Kyle, come on.. quit it, dude," I whisper.
Nothing.
"Really, if someone wakes up then what are we supposed to do if they see us like this?"
He worsened.
That's why he was crying. I hit the nail right on the head and it made me feel guilty.
"Hey.." I lift his head up by the chin so that he's forced to look me in the eyes. I pull him up against me, and I gently press my forehead against his, "Don't be afraid. Okay? We're supposed to be super best friends.. so.. so if anything scares you, I'll take care of it," I snatched his pinkie with my own, promising.
I can't believe we still do that.
Kyle
"Stan, I.."
I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say. Just then, though, his phone vibrated. We both looked over at where it was on top of his desk, and he ended up reaching over to grab it.
I quickly crawled out of bed, across Stan's legs, and rolled onto the floor, landing on my feet before scrambling to where Stan had been sleeping before. He glanced at me before looking back at his phone. When he read the text he had received, he looked sort of shocked, but then bored and disappointed. He typed a quick response and set the phone down. It must've been Wendy, I guess.
I hid under the blankets as he looked over.
"Kyyyllle~"
I heard him chuckle and quietly get up. When I peaked out from under the covers he was right there and I flinched. He kissed my nose. "Boo."
I quickly pushed him, blushing and fled back to the bed.
Stan's eyes followed. "Should I stay here?"
"Uhh.. whatever you want."
Stan
"Well really then, stop moving so much before you wake someone up.." I rub my eyes and lay down on the bed. He awkwardly sat next to me and I pulled him down in one swift arm movement.
I put a finger to his lips to silence him before he could say anything and looked back over at my phone, which had vibrated again. I ignored it and removed my finger.
I could tell Kyle wasn't even tired anymore, and I wasn't either.
I think he should sleep, though. He must be stressed, now..
"Hey, Kyle.. are you tired?"
He shook his head.
I felt as if we had sort of come to a dead end. I didn't want to force anything out of him. He was probably terrified of our situation.
Part of me wanted to go outside, and part of me wanted to laugh at Kyle's adorable pajamas.
Part of me wanted to go downstairs and eat food.
And honestly, most of all I just wanted to kiss him, or hold him. Now that I had gotten one thing off my chest I just wanted to be able to be with him.
I'd always thought that childhood friends shouldn't be in a relationship.
I thought it was weird. I mean, Kyle's sort of like a brother to me in a way.
And it's sort of amazing that somehow we both ended up feeling the same way about each other.
So I sort of have mixed emotions. Especially since I have Wendy and all.
I already can tell how Kyle feels. It seems like he's scared of the idea of a relationship. He doesn't know how things are going to go, and neither do I.
I sigh.
Kyle is a sweet little angel and I'm just Stan Marsh.
Kyle
I still felt sick to my stomach. I really wanted to run away.
I saw Stan deep in thought, and I was practically falling off the bed from staying away from him.
He caught me with one arm and pulled me over into his side. He said I was warm, but honestly his skin was so hot to the touch. It felt nice but made me worried. "Stan, are you getting sick? You're really warm.."
"I don't think so. I feel okay." He assured me. He stretched and we sort of both just lay there, but not after long Stan held out his phone, "Time?"
"Four twenty."
His expression was blank.
I silently slipped my hand into his, and his eyes widened when I did it.
He placed his other hand on my head, which by the way, was pounding hard and hurt like a bitch.
"Hey, Kyle.. things won't change, right?"
I gave him a curious look, tilting my head.
"Between us, I mean.."
I didn't know how to answer, and before I could, I ended up falling asleep.
Only because of Stan's big heart that made me feel so secure. The safety of his chest, rising and falling with each one of his breaths. The warmth, and the heartbeat.
Stan's heartbeat was better to me than any lullaby was to a child.
I felt so close to him when I heard it, and felt it. Each beat was like a soft thunder made out of warmth, or some gay crap along the lines of. Pfft.
Honestly, though, that was all I needed at that moment, and in that moment, there was nothing better.
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Stan
I was so glad that he was asleep. I held him against my chest and that seemed to be enough to have him out like a light before he could even realize I was holding him, or even realize he was tired at all.
God, Kyle.. I think you're slowly driving me insane.
I was planning on letting go of him sometime in the night and returning to my spot on the floor but I'd fallen asleep before I even had the chance.
