I Want What You've Got! (Completed)

Four

Kyle's POV

We arrived at Stan's house, it'd been a while since I was last here…
I'm a little relieved he asked me to come round but at the same time, I'm sort of dreading it. The closer I am to Stan, the more likely he'll catch on. I sigh softly as we head up to his room.

“So what're we going to do?” I ask, placing my bag down and sitting on the edge of the bed. Stan just grinned, holding up two play station controllers.
He didn't use to but, Stan now has a tv in his room, his dad bought him a knew PlayStation too. Cartman will be so jealous when he finds out out.

We played for a little while and Stan's mom bought us Pizza. We hadn't hung out like this in so long…
I sighed, leaning back on his bed, pulling my green hat down over my face. “Dude, you beat me again!” I chuckle softly. I haven't felt so exhilarated in a long time.
“You too chicken to play one more round?” Stan asked, poking my cheek through my thick green hat.
“You're only teasing me like that coz you know you'll win…” I groan softly, smiling a little as I sat up, adjusting my hat. “Nah I'm good.”
“Hey, are you still with Bebe?” Stan soon asked, giving me a firm look.
I tensed up… that look hurt…
“N-no…” I stuttered, not really sure why he was asking. “We broke up at the beginning of the week…” I admitted.
“Oh…” Stan sighed sadly. “I was wondering whether you could ask her something about Wendy…”

That damn girl… I truly dislike hate Wendy, possibly even more than I hate Cartman, I don't know why but I guess it has something to do with the fact that, her and Stan have been in an on and off relationship since fourth grade, constantly breaking his heart. He finally gets out of hospital without having seen Wendy in a while and he's the one making the effort to see her?
It should be the other way around!

I sigh, wrapping an arm around Stan's shoulder. “You're a really good guy, ya know?”

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Stan's POV

‘No, you're wrong Kyle. You're a better guy than I'll ever be…” I want to say, but I just can't find the words.
I exhaled gently, soon pulling away from his arm, giving him a smile. “Dude, do you wanna just spend the night since it's already pretty late and we're going to the carnival tomorrow?”
“Sure” Kyle smiles slightly with a small nod.
I never really think about it but now that I do, Kyle has a pretty cute and refreshing smile. It's hard to believe that anyone would break up with him or put him at the bottom of a dumb list…
I shake my head and stand up to get some spare bedding out of my closet. “You can take the bed. I don't mind taking the floor…”
“No way!” Kyle interrupted. “I can't do that, you should take the bed.”
“Look your the guest” I mutter.
“And you just got out of hospital!”

Great. We're arguing and I always say stuff without thinking when that happens…

“Then sleep with me!” I raise my voice a little, but it's not loud enough for people downstairs to hear, thank God…
I dropped the bedding on the floor where I stood and went straight to my bed, laying down. I hope he didn't get the wrong idea… What was the wrong idea anyway?
“O…kay…” Kyle muttered, laying down beside me.
“See, just like when we were kids” I lied, mostly for my own benefit.
“Yeah…” Kyle just muttered, facing away from me.

This is weird…

‘It's been half an hour now…’ I tell myself, wondering what Kyle was thinking.

I roll over to find that he had too. He stared at me, eyes widened and what was quiet possibly a slight blush to his cheeks, but it was hard to tell as it was dark.
“S-sorry dude…” I whimpered, leaning over him to switch on the lamp beside my bed.
“What're you doing…?” Kyle ask, I feel him shuffle himself up as my stomach brushes against his legs.
“I'm going to get something to drink…” I whisper, climbing over him, geez he's got such long legs…

I return, holding a strong bottle of beer.
“I can't sleep, so…” I mutter, sitting down onto the edge of my bed.
“Is that a good idea…?” I heard Kyle ask. I just shrugged.
“Don't worry, I'll be fine, you're here to keep me in check…” I chuckle, bringing the bottle to my lips.