Kyle's POV~
Stan took a step back and started to walk back to his house with a smug look on his face. 'A couple', what does he mean by that. Does he mean like a boyfriend. AND WHY DOES THAT WORD MAKE ME SMILE! Does this mean I like him back? No... I can't! Can I?
I walk into my house, walk up stairs and into my room; ignoring my mom. Why am I thinking those things about Stan and why Stan of all people. Even if I was gay (WHICH I'M NOT) I would never have a chance with Stan. It just makes feel even more worthless than I already am.
I've been feeling like this for a while now and I haven't had anyone to talk to. Instead I deal with it in my own way. I walk to the corner of the room and turn up the corner of the carpet. I took the razor out from underneath the carpet and walked to my bed, sat down, rolled up my sleeves and started to cut. I did this for about 10 minutes but then I felt tired. I cleaned up the blood, rapped myself in my warm green bed sheets and let sleep take me away.
~A few hours later~
"Kyle......Kyle honey......wake up.....KYLE!" I fell off the bed with my arms and legs in the air. I turned my head to see my mom in the doorway and Stan right behind her.
Sheila: "Kyle, Stan's here to take you to your party." Shit did I really fall asleep till 7pm!
Kyle: "Oh...Urrr...Yeah I'll be ready in a sec. Do you wanna come in Stan?"
Stan: "Sure." He has the biggest grin ever. Never mind that. What am I gonna wear? Stan sits on the bed whilst I rummaged through my wardrobe.
Stan: "Wow, you fell asleep as soon as you came home? How much did school bore you?" He says that with a bit of a chuckle.
Kyle: "I didn't just fall asleep dude I did stuff before that!" I was a little annoyed but not that much.
Stan: "Sure you did." I got changed in to some black jeans, black sneakers, an orange long-sleeved shirt and my green hat to cover my hideous, fire red hair. I was in the middle of putting on my shirt when...
Stan: "Dude, what's that on your arm?" Shit! Did he see them? Fuck!!!
Kyle: "Nothing dude." I tried to brush it off hoping he would leave it. But instead he jumped of the bed, grabbed my arm and rolled the shirt sleeve up. Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Stan: "K-Kyle........w-whats this?" FUCK!!
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Please Kyle....
FanfictionStan and Kyle have been SBF's for a long time. When Stan confesses his feelings, will Kyle's condition get worse or will his life get back on track. What will happen to the two boys and will they be together forever? Warning includes Boy X Boy actio...
