Kyle

I laid in bed and thought. I think it's about time that he knew about my feelings for him. Stan Marsh. I can't help but love him. So beautiful, his rosy cheeks and sapphire eyes glistened in the sunlight. He could even pull a stupid face and still look beautiful. But of course I wouldn't ever have a chance with him. All the girls loved him.

That morning I woke up at my usual time of 7.00am and got dressed. By 8.00 I was ready. I walked down to Stan's house which wasn't too far down the road and we walked to school together.

You'd have thought that it would have been awkward since I loved him, but it's not. We just talk like we usually do and I just keep everything bottled up. I'm hurting inside since I can't tell him and my heart is chipping away but there's nothing that I can do really.

Finally we got to school and I went to my first period. Maths. I hate maths it's so shit. Especially because I have to sit next to Fatass-Cartman. Cartman wound me up so much, all get is 'Jews are stupid' and shit like that. I hate it when he makes fun of my religion but I think it's to hide his insecurities.

Finally lunch arrived the only time I see Stan on a Monday. Today's different though, I'm way to deep in thought to even acknowledge any of them. Including Stan.

"Hey what's up Jew boy?" I heard Cartman call.

"Fuck you Cartman don't be so horrible to him. Hey Kyle what's up you can tell me anything?" I heard Stan's soft yet manly voice say to me. I love the way he talks.

"Yeah that's right Stan just be gay about everything. You two are definitely fags together!" Cartman said smirking and that's when I flipped.

"Fuck right off Cartman! Stop callin' me Jew boy and stop saying I'm gay! So what if I am why are you so bothered?" I'm so pissed right now.

"Kyle calm down it's okay. We can ditch school if you want and you can stay the night?" Stan's beautiful voice asked me while reaching out his hand.

"Sure okay, thanks." I grabbed his hand and walked with him to his. His house is amazingly decorated. I couldn't help but admire it even though I'd seen it plenty of times. I was always at Stan's I loved it there. Much more than I loved my own house.

"Stan where are your parents?" I asked, with little concern in my voice.

"They're away for the week and Shelly's stayin' at her boyfriends for the week." He said rolling his eyes.

We both went upstairs to drop off our bags and coats then we came back downstairs and ordered some pizza. Once we'd finished it we both watched the new twilight film. I know it sounds weird but everyone was raving about it so we decided to check it out. A load of shit if you ask me! It's more of a film for chics and teenage couples. I wished that me and Stan were a couple.

"Em hey s-Stan c-can I ask y-y-you something?" I stuttered why was I stuttering I never stutter. I wasn't even nervous I ask Stan questions about his love life all the time.

"Yeah sure Kyle what is it?" He smiled. His beautiful smile, I will never get that image out of my head.

"Are y-you s-s-straight, bi or g-g-g-gay?" I stuttered once more, regretting that I ever even said it.

"Oh em well, I guess I'm gay. I fell for this guy a couple of days ago but I know that he doesn't like me." He was nervous I could tell by his twitching. Gay for some guy. Well I guess I should just get over him before I get hurt.

"Who for?" Suddenly I wasn't so nervous.

"If I tell you, you'll hate me for the rest of your life. No joke." He spoke. His eyes were almost tearing up.

"C'mon I won't hate you were best friends. Who is it? Look I'll admit I'm gay too I just didn't know how to tell people." I told him comforting him. But now even more so I'm regretting it. Maybe he thinks I'm creepy I wish I hadn't of said that. Bad move Kyle.

"Really you are?" His eyes suddenly lit up and he hugged me tightly. Now it's confusion going through my mind not regret. I didn't hug him back though I was to confused.

"Yeah why?" I claimed.

"Well em well I love you Kyle." What!? Stan Marsh is in love with me oh my fucking god!

"I love you to Stan!" I replied. We were now so close to each other that if we turned around to look at one another we'd end up kissing.

Slowly he turned his head into my face and pressed his soft, red lips against mine. I placed my hand on his neck and the other on the back of his head. I'd been waiting for this moment my whole life, just one kiss off Stan.