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The mole on his lip

I stepped out of my front door, and once I closed it I let out a long exhale. I was trying to prepare myself for what I was going to do. Something that no one should ever do when you already know the outcome is going to turn out horribly.  But I needed to get this off of my chest. It's only been building up for as long as I can remember.

The cold mountain air stung my face as I started to pull my way down my front steps and to the walkway. When did it even start? Sometime so long ago, I remember even feeling the smallest bit this way back in fourth grade. It could have started then, that was around when me and Wendy started to become on and off.

I made it past the driveway and down to the sidewalk. Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right. Fourth grade, around the time I was diagnosed for being a 'sadistic asshole'. After those couple of days, his company made me feel more and more safe. Like he really was starting to care.

I made it to his driveway and I started to walk up the pavement to his front door. We are neighbors, it was like it was set up for us. Our dads are best friends, our mom's love each others company. We went to the same preschool, elementary school, middle school, and now high school. And every problem could always be ignored with each other. Like when he finally got a girlfriend for over a week back in freshman year. When she broke up with him we hung out all weekend and he was almost completely over her.

I knocked at the door. Ike was usually downstairs at this time, playing on the switch he got for Hanukkah last year. After that he was like the door keeper for the Broflovski household. But after a little while he didn't answer, so I knocked again. I could hear the rattling of pots and pans, and giggling screams. What could be going on in there?

About minute later I could hear a loud set of feet coming to the door. Then there was a click in the door and it swung open to a crack. It was Kyle. He had an apron on and his curly red hair in a bun, flour painted him from head to toe. He almost looked like a snowman. Once he realized it was me he opened the door a bit wider, "oh hey dude! What's up?"

"Oh, uh so," my eyes darted to the flower garden Sheila had made that spring. It was decorated with red and white, I've never noticed how beautifully made the bed was. "I just- uh why do you have all of that flour on you?" I mentally face palmed. I was procrastinating, and I know it's just going to make it harder. I peered up from the ground to see him raise an eyebrow.

Kyle wiped two fingers on his face, then looked at them intently. A smile grew on his lips. "Oh, haha, Ike and I got in a flour war while making him a birthday cake," he chuckled and and wiped the powder on his apron. He looked at me with a white smile, "but seriously dude, why ya here?"

I swallowed down the frog in my throat. He was right there, in a cute baby blue apron and a smile that a show host could steal. I felt the sweat in the back of my neck and I became aware of how clammy my hands were. But I need to tell him now. I've been keeping these stupid feelings inside for so long, I hate it. I look straight at him, and I can see that caught the attention I was loosing from him.

"K-Kyle I," my voice cracked and coughed in a closed fist. "I have been keeping something from you." Oh god, that was a bad way to start. Kyle looked like he was just betrayed. Like I'd broken the worst rule in friendship. And I guess I have in more ways than one. But I quickly caught myself, "a-and I know we tell each other everything. Maybe that's why it's been so-so, uh, hard to keep it from you." His face eased up from betrayal to curiosity. He let go of the door and leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he still kept a somewhat firm face.

"I don't know how you didn't notice- well maybe you did. You're smart like that. You must be good at hiding it. Be-because it would be so creepy to catch your best friend staring at you in class." I chuckled to myself and looked back down at the flower bed against the pine green house. "But I can't help but look at your, uh, han-handsome face."

I glanced up to see his reaction, and it was a mixed one. One that said so many things that contradicted themselves. But I couldn't stop myself, "a-and your brown eyes and sharp chin. And your nose that you seem to hate so much and the light mole on your lip." I finally found the self control to stop myself and I thought about how that sounded. And I finally face palmed in the real world, my head turned to the wind chimes that were hung just beside us. I laughed into my hand, "god that's so creepy, saying it out loud like that."

He looked more astonished than creeped out though. Like that it was amazing that I could list out stuff like that off of the top of my head. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry Kyle." He looked up from where he was staring. "Trying to ask you out was a horrible idea."

I dropped my hand and gave him a small shameful wave as I started to turn around and walked off, dreading on how it will be tomorrow at school. But my wrist was snatched and I was turned forcefully. And to my surprise, he quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Stan you're so fucking adorable I can't stand it. Of course I'll go on a date with you."

My eyes shot open to the size of saucers and my hand rose to my cheek. He chuckled at my reaction. "Hey Kyle! I need help putting this in the oven!" I heard a high voice yell from inside of the house. Kyle's back popped up and he looked back calling that he'd be there in a second. He turned back to me with a smirk across his face.

"Text me the time and place, okay?" he started to close the door slowly, looking at me through the crack for a second and waved 'goodbye'. I absentmindedly waved back. He smiled, the mole on his lip spreading out, and shut the door all the way.

And as if someone just snapped, I had just fully realized what had happened. It was like the ending fireworks for the Fourth of July. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I can't believe what he just did. I laughed to myself as I rubbed my pointer finger where he kissed me.

I kicked my heel and turned around. I started to walk, he kissed me. On the cheek but god damn. I wasn't expecting that. I wasn't expecting any positive response. I made it to the sidewalk and I covered my face with the scarf my mom lent me. I need to figure out where we're going to go. I smiled to myself, on a date with Kyle.

Hey! First author's note. So hey, sorry this story is shorter. I've been working on a lot of different things but I thought this would be a nice little story for you. Thank you for reading my works!