---Stan's pov---
I sat there, finishing the last problems when we heard the front door open.
"Hey Kyle... Oh, hello Stan. Haven't seen you around here in a while," Kyle's mom smiled at me.
I smiled and waved, "Yeah..."
"So, Stanley, will you be staying for dinner?" She asks.
I glance over at Kyle who's staring at me with an unreadable expression.
I shrugged, "Sure..."
"Great!" Sheila smiles at me and walks away, Gerald and Ike had already left the room to do whatever they wanted.
I turned back to Kyle, who was looking quite frustrated.
"Did you finish copying?"
"Yeah..." I reply.
He nods and takes his paper back.
We both sit there in silence for a few moments.
"What do you want to do?" I ask breaking the awkward silence.
Kyle stays silent for a minute, then shrugs, "We could go on a walk..." Kyle states hesitantly.
I nod, "Sure."
We both get our jackets and shoes on and head out the door, Kyle yelling that we were leaving too.
We walk out, "Anywhere you want to go?" I ask Kyle.
He shakes his head, "I just want to walk."
I nod.
At least he hasn't completely ignored me.
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