Style ~ Bullied (boy x boy) *Kyle's POV

Normal Weekends

As I awoke from my peaceful nap, I lifted my head to find black hair tickling my nose and a blue and red, puffball topped hat. I sat up slowly to see more of what sat in front of me. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes I stretched a bit. I was wondering where Stan was as I glanced at the clock, momentarily forgetting what had awoken me. I looked back down to my desk at the still figure. With a little start I realized that it was Stan.

He had pulled up a chair and was resting his head on his arms against my desk. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. He was asleep. Soundlessly too. His hair stirred slightly every time he would exhale. He had laid his backpack on the floor, leaning it against the desk.

His soft breathing continued as his chest rose and fell silently. I didn't want to wake him so instead I stayed silent and watched him sleep. I grabbed my orange jacket off the back of my chair and put it back onto my shoulders. I then place my head back down onto the desk and looked directly at his closed eyelids, wishing they would open so I could see blue fractions.

As I was thinking of this, Stan stirred slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light again. When his eyes had opened and he spotted me, he jerked back a bit, surprised. The moment was short before he relaxed himself; realizing it was me. I beamed at his awakening, flashing him a smile.

"Finally dude" I exclaimed, "I thought you were never gonna wake up!" 

"Yeah, yeah" he replied, quite dramatically. "You were the one who fell asleep first" 

I snorted at that and headed for the door. "Just come on dude," I called over my shoulder, "I've got new video games." I smirked, knowing he couldn't resist the temptation of new games. Stan was out the door after me in a heartbeat.

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The walk to my house was like usual. No silences overlapped us, we never ran out of things to talk about. Stan would mostly complain about how annoying Wendy was, I think I am the only one who actually believed Stan when he said he wasn't dating her. I would go on about how Cartman was still a bitch and we would share a laugh.

Sometimes along the walk I would find myself glancing at Stan. I was careful so that when he turned to look at me I would be looking ahead again. It was only for a split second, though I knew why I would glance at him. Then when I did, I'd feel my face getting a little hotter each time. I couldn't really help it.

We continued walking until we got to my house . "Finally" was the comment that came from Stan as we slid into the house for a weekend of sitting around like couch potatoes. 

"Kyle?" I heard my mom's voice come from the kitchen, "you finally home?" 

"Yeah mom" was all I said. 

"How's Stan?" she questioned. 

"I'm fine Shelia" Stan answered for me. 

"Staying over?" she called, not in the least bit surprised that Stan was here. 

"Yep" was all he had to say, she knew me and Stan always had sleepovers on the weekends even though we were already in high school. 

"Good, I already made an extra serving of dinner for you. Now go upstairs and relax, dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes." That was all my mother said before she fell silent once again.

Me and Stan headed upstairs without another word. We went straight to my room and Stan pulled his duffel bag out from under my bed. Since we stayed over so often we each had a duffel bag full of necessary items for our sleepovers. His blue duffel bag had extra clothes, headphones, toothbrush and paste, batteries, snack bars, etc. I had the same stuff in my green duffel that was under Stan's bed.

We threw off our hats, jackets, and shoes before plopping down on my bed and turning on the TV. We sat close together, hunched over the edge of the bed, controllers in hand.

A normal weekend.