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"kyle, kyle wake up."
kyle groaned as he was shaken awake, the insistent hand on his shoulder removing itself from his personal space.
He cracked his eyes open to glance at the clock , 00:00 AM, officially Christmas.
He rolled over to see blue eyes framed by shaggy black hair on the face of his super best friend.
"Stan? What the hell are you doing? It's midnight."
"midnight on Christmas." he corrected, crawling into the red heads bed.
"and that couldn't wait a few hours because...?"
Stan laughed softly, wrapping his arms around kyles neck and securing a chain gently.
"merry Christmas kyle."
"m'rry Christm's Stan." came a muffled response as kyle snuggled into Stan's chest.
Stan kissed the top of kyles head and quickly drifted off himself.