Just a Feeling

thirty two

STAN'S POV

"Me."

"Well of course you love me -- you're my best friend!" I tell him in my "no shit Sherlock" voice.

"No, Stan. Goddamnit I love you. Like, I think about you way too much and I don't know what to do," He says.

All of my anger suddenly fades away and the world feels like it's stopped.

"...What? Kyle--" I look around hoping my Mom wouldn't just pop out of no where so I gesture him to come in my room.

I close the door with my back on it breathing heavily.

He avoids my eye contact, I don't think he notices that I notice.

"Kyle, look at me," I tell him coming closer.

"Listen, Stan you don't have to be all nice to me. I had to tell you to get it out of my system and I didn't know how to tell you--"

"Okay there are several things wrong with what you just said. I'm not 'being all nice to you,' I'm comforting you because you're my best friend. Two is that what you couldn't tell me?"

"Well, yeah. I've been having anxiety attacks and everything, Stan. It feels like an RV was on top of me and now the Incredible Hulk suddenly came and lifted it up ever since I told you. I understand if you don't wanna tell me. Like hell, I don't think I'd ever do that, well maybe--"

I cut him off and press my lips against his.

KYLE'S POV

All of a sudden I feel Stan's lips against mine.

My heart feels like it's about to jump off my chest.

It lasts for a good amount of time until we both pull away.

We just stare at each other until Stan says, "You know, I've actually wondered how it was to do this."

"Do what?"

"Kiss a guy," He laughs and I join him.

"You know you should be able to tell me everything," He tells me and I nod slowly.

"What do I even tell my parents?" My smile fades.

"What do you mean? Just tell them," He says.

"No, Stan it isn't that simple. You should know that my parents are Jewish. Jews are very fond of gays..."

"Oh well shit," he sighs, "...You just have to write it out."

"What?"

"Literally write it out. Tell them how you feel. I know they don't like it but they can't change it. It was easy with my parents," He says confidently.

"Yeah I--wait what? What do you mean it was easy with your parents?" I say.

"Oh uh," his face turns red, "I'm...bisexual."

"Wow. We have a lot of secrets, Stan," I laugh and he agrees.

The room falls silent for a moment and then Stan gets up and says, "Let's make an oath."

"Okay, an oath saying what."

"No matter what, no secrets. No matter if it's so fucked up like 'I want to fuck Donald Trump! No. Secrets."

I bust out laughing at the Donald Trump part, "Alright. I will agree to this oath." 

He laughs and sits by me.

"This is a new beginning," He smiles.

"Yep. By the way Stan I have to tell you something," I say.

"Okay, what is it?"

"I want to fuck Donald Trump."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

BAHAHA I HAD TO FIND SOMEWAY TO END THIS.

By the way I'm going to start the Creek fanfic soon yayyyy!

Please let me know if this is a good fanfic so far, it's almost done but I just wanna know y'all's opinions :)

-Brooke