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His best friend who is a good kisser

"Oh hello Kyle! Are you here to see Stan?" Asked Sharon, Stan's mother, in the sweetest and most sorrowful of tones. Kyle nodded and Sharon let him in; closing the door behind them. The young boy dodged boxes as he made his way through the baron home, he bumped into two men moving the sofa too, "uh sorry."

After persisting through the maze of boxes and wrapping foam, Kyle made it to a familiar door and shakily rose a fist up.

Stan heard a knock at his door and his stomach pulled. "come in," he called. A green hatted, pale skinned, sweaty palmed boy poked his head in. Stan got up from his broken desk and grinned whilst encouraging his friend inside before closing the door behind them.

"What's up?" Inquired Kyle, not trying at all to hide his remorse. The last two weeks have gone by so fast. It felt like just today Stan told his red headed best friend that he was moving to New York. Only because his father got some sort of 'promotion' and the Marsh family had to move as soon as possible. Kyle hated it as much as Stan did. Not only because it was on such short notice, but he's going to loose his best friend.

"Kyle I have something to tell you before I go," Stan said as his best friend sat down.

"What is it dude, anything," Kyle smiled grievously admiring and detailing Stan's face, every pore and eyelash. How his hair feel flat on his face; and of course his sailor blue eyes. Stan took a long exhale as he sat down next to his best friend.

Though unlike Kyle, he couldn't look into his face. It was something about guilt he supposes, the horrible guilt of leaving your long time best friend. They've been through everything; went to space; experienced death of a friend— albeit more than once, but give or take; been to their imaginations; even met Terrance and Phillip together. And much, much, more.

"Please tell me you'll be my best friend forever and through everything," Stan almost pled and it scared Kyle a little bit, but he went along.

"Sure dude, just tell me what's up," a short pause followed Kyle's statement as Stan gathered his thoughts in order.

"Okay um," another much shorter pause, though it healed as much impact as the first. "Kyle you're the best person I know and I'm so sorry that I have to hurt you by leaving," Kyle's breath skipped, Stan hadn't talked about moving away at all over these past few weeks.

Kyle knew his raven haired friend felt awful about leaving South Park, even for how dreadful the place was. However most strangely, he has never started a conversation like this. "But god dammit, this has been on my mind for the past few months—years— and it just needs to come out." Has Stan been keeping a secret from him, has Kyle done something wrong, has Stan done something wrong?

"I'm in love with you." Stan held his breath, He winced like he was going to be slapped in the face. However, a monstrous sized weight flew from his shoulders. His back felt light and his stomach wheezy. Praying in his head, hoping to god that Kyle doesn't just run away.

But to his awe, Kyle was still there. Sitting on Stan's blanket-less mattress cross legged, eyes as big as frisbees with dew drops on its edges.

"Stan, I-"

"No, Kyle," Stan interrupted him, obnoxiously putting a hand over Kyle's mouth. He didn't want to hear it, to hear Kyle say it. Stan didn't want to be rejected. The dreadful words would stab Stan like a knife, the only reason he was doing this was for Kyle to know before Stan left. Though Kyle forcibly pulled Stan's hand from his face.

It was a snap at first, a snap of electricity, a snap of time, a snap to reality. He lips tasted like toothpaste and sugar— ironic for his diabetic condition— and sun rays at the break of dawn. They smelled of smart ass remarks and minty chapstick. His eyes were closed but still found a way to glow.