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Stan
My eyelids slowly lifted, and I looked around the room. Kyle was still resting peacefully against my chest, in my loose embrace.
I rubbed my eyes, careful as to not wake him up. But, then I saw it.
"Oh shit." My eyes widened when they fell over it.
The door was open just a crack, which means that someone had to have opened it, I'm sure. I remember it being closed all the way before.
My heart rate sped up and I gulped at the lump in my throat, and my stomach felt as if it had dropped an infinite amount. My breathing quickened, and I nearly dropped Kyle, but it didn't last long, because I figured I must have just been paranoid.
And it's not worth it.
I'll just enjoy all the time I have until Monday.
I won't let it get to me.
So I stay calm.
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"Dude, come on, wake up.." I shook Kyle by the shoulders, slightly. It had been an hour since I woke up and I couldn't wait any longer.
Kyle opened his eyes and looked at me blankly, like how someone does when they've just been woken up, but he quickly recovered and sat up. I laughed lightly, awkwardly scratching the back of my head. Now that he was up, I couldn't tell if I wanted to talk about what happened last night or if I didn't want to.
Before waking Kyle up, I had already put away my set up on the floor. I had changed into some sweatpants but nothing else. I'd brushed my teeth, and neatened up, and everything else there was to do in the morning.
He yawned, "Hi."
I salute and flop back on the bed, rolling onto my back.
His cheeks stained pink.
I think mine did too.
Honestly, since confessing, one of the thoughts I can't get out of my head is this one thing.
I've said the words I love you to Kyle so many times, unconsciously. Almost instinctively.
I can't help but think back to all those times and wonder if there was ever something too it. I've been saying it to him for years, only because it's true, but..
Kyle
Stan didn't seem to want to move, or talk, or anything. I decided to go downstairs and wander around for a bit. It's really nice to be such good friends with him that his house feels just as welcoming as my own home. His family is like an extension of my own family.
I brought breakfast up for the both of us, and when I came in the room Stan looked like he had sorted a lot of things out in his brain. He looked a lot less tense, which was a like the world was lifted off my own shoulders, too.
I sort of forget that Stan is with Wendy sometimes.
And I'm really starting to worry about if our friendship is going to die.
Please, Stan..
Stan
I noticed Kyle was sort of picking at his food and barely taking small bites once every few minutes, and he sort of just stared down at his plate. He poked at it with his fork.
I can't figure out what he's thinking about this time.
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Whatever it was, I could see it was taking a toll on his mood. The brightness that was in his eyes when he woke up to me earlier was now slowly fading.
"Are you uh.. not hungry?" I ask, pushing my plate to the side.
Kyle shook his head and held out his plate.
I take it, and I was about to put it to the side as well,
"Then can I eat this?"
He laughed and nodded, but the smile looked forced. I gestured for him to hand me his fork and he did so.
"Talk to me," I say.
He shrugged.
"What's wrong?"
"You read the note.."
I freeze up and stop eating.
Did he really still prefer me to never have found out?
Even though I feel the same way..
Would he really have preferred if I never said anything at all?
Last night really seems like an eternity ago.
"W-What..? Why..?"
He broke down, sobbing.
While I was occupied, worrying about if someone had seen us,
He's been dealing with sadness..
I let Kyle deal with sadness alone.
I practically threw the plate to the side and immediately hugged him. He pulled away slightly at first, but my arms just tightened around him.
"Staaaaan.." He whined softly, weakly hitting my shoulder with a fist, "You're even warmer now.. quit it.."
I wiped away his tears with my thumb and hesitantly began to let go.
Kyle
I took a deep breath and decided that Stan deserved to know what was wrong. I don't know why I had that breakdown, I really wasn't even that sad, honestly. I'm just confused.
"Stan, do you think it's better for us not to be together?"
Stan immediately looked confused. He shook his head no. "If two people love each other they should be together, right?-"
"I guess.."
"So?"
"You're with Wendy already, and well.."
Stan
"You're with Wendy already, and well.."
He pauses, and I look away at the floor.
"I don't want things to change so much.. I love the things we do together as friends.. and if it changes, I just don't know.."
It didn't surprise me that he was concerned about something like that, when I was too.
"Kyle.. if you've felt like that towards me this whole time, and I've felt that way about you, then what's to make it any different now?"
He blushed and a little smile creeped across his lips.
"You're welcome. Dork." I flick his forehead and sigh, stretching. "I'll break up with Wendy, but you have to come with me."
I don't know if I can do it alone.
She's been kind to me, and I thought I loved her until we were actually together.
"Fine." Kyle tackled me into a hug, "Thank you.."
"Sure.." I laugh awkwardly. "You should uh, go.. you know, get dressed.."
Kyle nodded and released me.
Author
It was supposed to be longer but only 1000 words per part so stay tuned lol
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