Stan was perfect.

He stood on the shore with his arms open wide with a warm smile upon his lips. All Kyle wanted to do was seize those exact lips and stay connected for as long as he could. When he finally approached Stan, he wrapped his arms around his neck, and Stan put his around Kyle's waist. Kyle looked at Stan with half lidded eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Then Stan shoved him back so hard he went flying across the small beach.

Kyle jerked in bed, sweating with his chest heaving. He couldn't stand having that nightmare each and every night. He glanced over to see if Stan was disturbed at his sudden fit, and realized he got lucky tonight. Other nights that Stan slept over, he'd usually wake up with Stan questioning his dream. Kyle would have to make up some stupid story off the top of his head to convince Stan it was alright.

His super best friend was always there for him. He only remembers a handful of nights when he and Stan weren't sleeping over at each other's houses. Although they were sixteen now, they felt it wasn't weird to sleep in the same bed just because of how close they are. Kyle had to admit the fag jokes got old and that he'd feel awkward waking up next to Stan with a not so convenient case of morning wood occasionally, but other than that didn't care.

Watching Stan sleep was a beautiful thing. He just looked so vulnerable, which was somewhat rare for the athlete. Kyle could get away with memorizing his features without Stan getting all creeped out with his staring. Stan's hair fell in all directions, which was one of Kyle's favorite things about Stan. Underneath Stan's lids, Kyle could only imagine the glistening blue eyes staring back at him.

Then Stan stirred and Kyle snapped his eyes shut and tried to regulate his breathing. Stan moved around and was obviously awake, although half asleep. Stan murmured something to himself or Kyle, he couldn't tell. Then Stan did something that made Kyle's breathing hitch and screw his act over. Stan ran his hand over Kyle's cheek, softly grasping his face in his hand. His lips came dangerously close to Kyle's, because Kyle could feel his warm breath on his lips. Stan must have not noticed the fake sleep Kyle tried to put himself in because he continued.

Kyle didn't want to ruin this, so he concentrated on lying still, and letting Stan do what he wanted. Stan's other hand trailed farther down Kyle's body and held his hip in his hand. He inched closer to Kyle, being sure to make the least amount of disturbances to the bed through his movement. Stan brushed his nose against Kyle's and whispered, "Don't ever leave me, Kye." Then he sighed, backing up only by an inch, and falling back asleep in that position. Kyle snuggled into Stan's arms when he was sure Stan was completely out.

"I'll always be here, Stan," he murmured back before falling into a deep sleep himself.

When Kyle woke up in the morning, he quickly remembered the previous night's events. His heart throbbed. Did Stan really mean what he had said? He didn't want Kyle to leave. Although Stan never spoke his feelings aloud to Kyle about the Broflovski family's plan to move back to New Jersey at the end of their junior year, Kyle felt than Stan was greatly upset. When Kyle told him at the beginning of their summer, now end of the summer, Stan had shrugged after a moment of thought.

"I mean, dude, I'll fucking miss you, but it's good for you right? You can finally go back to live with the rest of your family. Aren't you excited?"

As happy as Kyle should have been to hear Stan be happy for him, he still was irked that Stan didn't feel more upset about his departure. Maybe Stan just didn't want to hurt Kyle anymore than he was about to hurt by forcing his feelings upon Kyle. The thought made Kyle blush. Stan probably just felt he wouldn't miss Kyle as much as he would miss Stan.

"Stan?" Kyle yelled out, inquiring where his super best friend was.

"Yeah, I'm over here. Hang on a sec," he answered, his voice coming from the bathroom door across the hall.

Stan walked in casually, standing proud with his hair scattered, and his t-shirt hugging his masculine figure. Kyle scrambled to regain his collection of thoughts. "Are we going to get coffee this morning still?" Kyle asked, which was not the intended question. His train of thought was too thrown off to remember what he was saying.

Stan nodded and threw Kyle's shirt at him from where it was placed neatly on the dresser in his room. Although Kyle was self conscience of himself, he refused to sleep with a shirt on, especially with Stan. It got too hot and sweaty for his liking. He pulled the shirt over his red curls and sighed before finding his pants nearby and slipping them on. Stan stepped out of the room and Kyle could hear him going down the stairs.

This was going to be the hardest thing Kyle has ever done.

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