Stylish

Secrets

Stan sat in the snow that covered the ground. He would normally love to play in the snow, but that was when he could spend time with Kyle.

But Kyle had a girlfriend now.

Kyle had to spend time with his girlfriend.

Had to kiss his girlfriend.

Had to love his girlfriend.

Stan couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt like crying, but he had already used up all of his tears.

He wanted Kyle all for himself.

He knew it was selfish. He knew it was wrong.

Kyle was his best friend! Stan should be happy for him!

But he wasn't.

How could he be?

How could he be happy when he wanted to spend time with Kyle?

When he wanted to kiss Kyle?

When he wanted to love Kyle?

But he couldn't.

All he could do was lay in the snow and stare at the sky.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice someone walking over and laying down down next to him.

"Hey."

It was Kyle. Stan felt like crying again.

"H-Hey."

"How's life?"

"Shit. You?"

"Shit."

Stan looked over at his super best friend.

"Why?"

"It just is."

Stan looked back up and scowled.

"Why not hang out with your girlfriend?" Stan asked, coldly.

"Stan, I don't have a girlfriend."

"W-what?"

Kyle sighed and turned onto his side to look at his best friend. "We broke up two days ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You never asked."

Stan wanted to cheer, but that would just make him feel even more guilty.

"And if you wanna be like that, why don't you go fuck your girlfriend?!"

Stan winced. "I don't like her, Kyle."

"Sure, then why don't you break up with her?!"

"Because people will be suspicious!"

"Why do you care?!"

"Because I don't want people to know I'm gay!"

Kyle stopped.

"Y-you're gay?"

"...Yeah..." Stan confirmed.

Kyle laid back down and stared at the sky. "How long...?"

"Seven years."

"How-"

"I have a crush on someone."

"Oh...."

Kyle felt his face heat up. "M-may I ask who?"

"..."

Kyle crossed his fingers.

You see, he hasn't been completely honest with his super best friend. Kyle never had a girlfriend. In fact, he doesn't even like girls.

He's gay, just like Stan.

And he has another secret. He's in love with Stan.

He has been since they were eight. He always wanted to be as close as possible to Stan, no matter what.

He realized his feelings when Stan officially got with Wendy.

He can remember just how heart broken he felt, the millions of tears he cried.

Now, none of it mattered because he might have a shot!

"Stan?"

"I just... I don't wanna tell you..."

"Oh, o-okay..."

Kyle sighed and uncrossed his fingers. Maybe he doesn't have a shot...

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