When You Notice (Complete)

Chapter 4

---Kyle's pov---

I pissed at Stan. For many reasons. One, what he did last night. I don't even want to talk about it. Two, the fact that he doesn't remember. Three, he just came to my house at 5:49 am and I don't want to talk to him. I just want to sleep. But, apparently that's too much for me to ask. Four, when I told him I wouldn't tell him what happened he tackled me onto my back on top of my bed.

That's were we are now.

Stan is literally on top of me. While we're both on top of my bed.

He is straddling my hips right now, with his face inches from mine. What the hell is going through his head right now?

---Stan's pov---

Oh my fucking God, Kyle is so cute.

"Just tell me what happened!" I say in a demanding voice.

"No. Could you get the fuck off of me?" Kyle says more than asks glaring at me.

I shake my head, "Not until you tell me."

"And if I don't?" he asks.

I think for a second, "I'll kiss you."

His face pales, then it goes bright red.

"NO!" he shouts at me, "Get off of me, Stan!" He starts to struggle to get lose, but I hold my grip.

I start to lean closer to him, "Stan! No!" he shouts trying to move away from me.

I grab both of his hands and pin them above his head with one of my hands and turn his face towards me with the other.

He looks absolutely pissed.

...And it's adorable.