Make Me Blush. (Stan X Kyle) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter One

before you read
     notes
• the straight lines signifies POV change
• dots stand for setting change
warnings: none

/see end of chapter for more notes

word count: 2,974

It was a Monday morning, quite possibly one of the worst mornings possible, though most mornings are like that. I think so, at least.

My alarm clock went off, a mix of an actual alarm clock and my mother.

With a groan I slipped out of bed, not bothering to fold and replace the sheets. I'll worry about that later when my mom scolds me for forgetting.

I yawned, leaving my bedroom and making my way into the bathroom so I could freshen myself up.

I washed my face and attempted to fix the mess of red curls on the top of my head. After not getting anywhere with that I just covered it up with my usual green hat.

I then threw on some clothes, mumbling a good morning to my little brother Ike as I passed his bedroom on my way down the stairs.

Making my way into the kitchen, where I ran into my mother. I said good morning to her.

"Good morning, Bubbie!" She replied, making me roll my eyes at the silly nickname she can't seem to stop calling me.

"Ma, I told you to stop calling me that..." I grumbled, grabbing my breakfast, beginning to munch on it so I could finish up and head to school on time for once.

——————

Kyle was now standing at the bus stop, his hands in his coat pockets, earbuds in ears. He obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, but he wasn't going to be a dick to anyone, he wasn't feeling like that.

The next one to arrive at the bus stop was Eric Cartman. Kyle strongly disliked Cartman, but put up with him due to his suddenly crying like a crybaby at random times for certain reasons. Kyle learned to block him out after a while.

There was a rough tap on Kyle's shoulder, which made the red-headed boy let out a growl, turning to the direction of the brunette whom was seeking his attention.

He took out an earbud, rolling him eyes.

"What do you want, fatass?" Kyle questioned, sarcastically.

"Hey! Don't call me fat you fucking jew!" Cartman retorted, making Kyle roll his emerald eyes. "What's got you in a mood, Kahl?" Eric questioned, noticing Kyles lack of playfulness that he usually has.

"Ugh..." Kyle sighed, turning his attention back to the road. "It's not your problem, don't worry about it."

"Who the fuck said I was worrying about it?" Cartman laughed, receiving a punch to the shoulder from the much smaller boy.

Soon enough the one boy Kyle was dreading to see showed up, and somehow managed to brighten his mood by just asking a simple question.

——————

"Hey, Kyle! How are you?" Stanley asked.

Oh god he was even more good looking today than the last time I saw him.

"I..uh. I'm good, uh you-how are you?" If I wasn't already embarrassed, I'd be face palming right now.

I heard Cartman snort from the side, making a comment about the cat having my tongue or something, I wasn't really listening.

Oh god he's smiling now. Stan is. Smiling.

I could feel my cheeks heat up, but I'm just going to blame it on the cold.