"Just tell me, Kyle!" Stan pleaded.

Kyle and his super best friend, Stan, were playing truth or dare. Kyle had chosen dare, being too afraid to pick dare. He regretted it, because now Stanley had been asking him who he liked. Kyle had no desire to tell him. Partly because, it was Stan.

"No way. You can't make me. It would ruin our friendship, and I'm not risking that."

"Dude, is it Wendy? Because I'm totally over her. Go ahead and like her. Just to warn you, she has freaking issues." Stan replied with a giggle.

He's so dreamingly adorable, Kyle thought to himself. Stan's giggles made his heart flutter.

"It's not Wendy. Pinkie Swear" Kyle replied with a smile. He always Pinkie Swore, since it bugged Stan so much. "Who do you like? Maybe if you tell me, then I will tell you."

"Well, it's a friend of mine."

"Is it Bebe?"

"No. Who said it was a girl, Kyle?"

"So you're gay. Alrighty then. Is it... someone I know?" Kyle was blushing now, filled with joy knowing that Stan would now have no problem finding out he was gay.

"Yes I am. And you know him. You know him very well."

"I know who you like!" Kyle responded with a smile. He honestly had no idea, but thought that if he pretended too, Stan would fess up.

With that, Stan moved closer to the red-headed Jewish boy. They were stretched out on their backs in the middle of Stan's bedroom floor, like they did every time they had a sleepover.

Kyle, now blushing, moved closer to Stan.

"Kyle," Stan started, but then started to stutter, as none of his words were coming out right.

"Stan." Kyle said happily, then reached over to the black haired boy, who's hat had fallen off long ago. The boys, now meir inches away, looking at each other. Kyle proceeded to grab Stan's hand with his own. The two stayed like that for the rest of the night.