Forget About Her (Style)

Chapter 1 - Drunken "I Love You"'s

~>> Kyle's POV <<~

"Kyyyyyyyy I love youuuuuuuu~..", my Super Best Friend and crush, Stan Marsh, slurred drunkenly, flailing around a bit. I was already struggling to help support him and help him walk. He was rather heavy. His body was slightly larger and muscular in comparison to mine, and his careless movement wasn't helping either. I squeaked and tried stabilizing us, then continued to help him up to his room, "Yeah yeah.. Sure you do.".

This happened a lot.

Wendy had gotten mad because she wanted him to have sex with her and he had refused. Stan is a virgin and never wanted to have sex with her, so every time she tried to get him in bed with her he refused. He's refused to tell me why. Of course I believe him. Stan never lies to me. It's part of our Super Best Friendship.

So of course, Wendy being Wendy, she cheated on him again, and of course I had spent the entire night at Stan's house comforting him as he got drunk and sobbed. Wendy was such a bitch. She needed to stop hurting him. I really didn't know why he was going back to her still. The last time in his drunken honestness he had said he didn't even like her anymore. I'm not sure if that's a reliable source though.

My heart aches every time he gets back together with her. I know Stan is bisexual. I'm gay. And to tell you the truth, I've fallen for him. Hard. I've been in love with him since I was 10 and now here we are, 17, and I still haven't told him how I feel.

Stan is so dense. Most people know already, Stan hasn't figured it out. First I told Kenny, then he told his best friend and crush Craig. I'm actually thankful for that because Craig and I have become pretty close friends. Then after I gave him permission Craig told his boyfriend Tweek and his best friends Clyde, Token, and Jimmy. I told Butters too. I even told my parents. They were surprisingly chill with me being gay. Which I'm thankful for.

But anyway. Stan's dense so he hasn't figured out my feelings yet. I'm scared to tell him. I'm afraid he'll still be in love with Wendy and get mad at me for even bringing it up.. But. I'm definitely gonna tell him eventually. Our friendship is too strong for him to get mad at me over that, right..?

I helped Stan into his room and he plopped down on his bed. He looked up at me and I tilted my head, "What?". "Kyyyy it's hottttt..", he whined, slurring his words. I sighed and sat on the bed as well. "Then take your sweatshirt off.", I said and raised an eyebrow. Stan fumbled a bit with it before I just went and unzipped it for him with a sigh.

He shrugged it off and looked at me for a moment. He was in one of the many Tegridy Farms t-shirts he had. It looked rather tight and showed the outlines of his strong body. I blushed and looked away, "W-why are you looking at me Stan?". "It's still hotttttttt..", he slurred, frowning.

I was getting flustered now, "Take your shirt off yourself! You can do it I have faith in you-".

Honestly I wanted to take his shirt off. But at the current moment that would be weird as fuck. And what if he ends up remembering what happened tonight?? I'd be doomed..

"I don't wanna..", I felt his large hands grab my smaller ones and place them on his hem. I blushed furiously and looked at him in shock. "You take it off.", he urged drunkenly.

My hands were shaking and my face was probably as red as my hair. I bit my lip and slowly slid my hands up, pulling his shirt off of him. I shivered as I felt my hands move over the ridges of toned muscles and looked away. I didn't know if it was humanly possible for my face to get any darker of a red.

I sighed with relief as I finally got his shirt off and he flopped back on the bed with an idiotic drunken grin. "You look like a strawberry.", he slurred, laughing. I rolled my eyes and he outstretched his arms.

"What do you want now?".

"I'm lonelyyyyyy..", he whined, flailing his arms a bit. I had to admit that his open arms looked pretty welcoming. But I didn't want this to happen while he was drunk! I wanted it to be him in full consciousness asking me to cuddle..

I just stared at him. He growled a bit in frustration and I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me down onto his chest. I squeaked with surprise and he hummed contentedly, his words still slurred, "You aren't goin' anywhere~..". I gave in and laid my head on his firm chest, my face still a deep red. "Holy shit Stan. You're so needy.", I managed to get out in a joking tone, surprisingly without stuttering.

Holy shit.

His hands were on my ass.

"W-w-what are you-", I began to stutter. He cut me off, "Shhh~.. It was me that wrote that letter back then Ky.. Not Bebe.. You truly do *hiccup* have the greatest ass~..", he slurred happily. He smelled like alcohol. His hands moved to my back and I sighed. I went silent. My body was tingling a bit and I quickly fought off all romantic feelings i was feeling at the moment. He was drunk for God's sake!

Seriously..? He wrote that letter..? Meh.. He's drunk. Probably just saying whatever comes into his head.

I shook my head and could tell he was starting to fall asleep. I quickly slithered out of his grip to turn the light off, only to be pulled back in. I didn't fight him. We cuddled when he was sober too. It was just something we did.

"I love you Ky~..", I heard him whisper drunkenly in my ear, his hands around my waist. I blushed and waited until he had fallen asleep to whisper, "I love you too..".