Love me ? (FINISHED)

F o U r

(Just Kyle's POV)
School ended and we went to our lockers. "Hey fags" we heard a voice say from behind. I noticed Stan roll his eyes. "Shut up Cartman" I rudely said "Cmon Kyle" Stan said nodding his head towards the door. "Whatever. Bye fags. Have fun fucking." Cartman said with a sneer. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" I yelled. Everyone was staring at me. Me being a shy bitch, covered my mouth and ran out of the school as fast as I could. I ran to Starks Pond. My quiet place. I sat near the water, hugging my knees and looking in the water. I saw my reflection in the water and threw a rock at it. I started to cry. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't even need to look up to see who it was. "I'm sorry Stan." I said, trying not to cry. I buried my head in my knees. He sat next to me. "Did you still want to talk to me?" He asked lightly. I nodded. "Promise you won't hate me." I said. He crossed his heart. I stood up and so did he. He's so tall. Jesus. I blushed and looked down. "I...I'm g...gay" I quietly said. I peeked up. His face was normal. He cupped my chin with his hands and made me look at him. He smiled and blushed. He kissed me quick and said "me too". After the kiss we sat there, looking in the pond. He pretended that nothing happened. He would frequently look at me and blush, while I pretended not to notice. He got up. "We should go home. Don't want our parents to get mad at us." He put his hand behind his neck and smirked at me. I fucking loved when he did that. He put his hands in pockets and started to walk. I quickly got up and ran over to catch up with him. Is this why he broke up with Wendy? I kept looking at him and smiling. I wish he would be my boyfriend. I mean, he kissed me so, doesn't that mean something? We both walked home, saying nothing to each other. It's like he forgot he kissed me. The wind blew against my face and made my hair go everywhere. Stan laughed as I tried tucking it all in my hat. We got to my house. We stopped and he stared into my eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug. I didn't want him to let go. He kissed me again and left. I stood there, weak. My legs felt like jelly. I made my way into the house, and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I shut my door and laid down on my bed. I looked at the ceiling, smiling really big. I don't have the guts to ask him out. I sighed and tried to sleep. Timeskip~next morning.
((Still Kyle))
I woke up at around 11:00 in the afternoon. It was a Saturday so I wanted to head over to Stan's house. I saw something that completely hurt me. I was horrified. Stan looked at me. I ran away. I didn't want to see anymore of this bullshit