As I walked to my front door I looked inside the mail, 3 letters in the mail, might aswell take a look, 2 of them were for my little brother, Ike, (because it's his birthday) Then, I look at the last one, for me? I went inside and to my room and sat on my bed, I then read the letter, "Dear Kyle, I never really had the guts to say this but, I love you, it may sound crazy,
but I really do, no joke, ever since you accepted me as your friend, I always blushed at the sight of your green eyes whenever you talk to me, I know you will never ever accept me as more than just a friend, but I thought it would just be better to tell you, that I have always loved you. With all of my heart ~ Kenny" I thought to myself, Kenny? why him? I know he has always blushed when I talk to him, but I thought that was just his perverted instinct, I'm thinking being around him will never be the same as before, but I'm just going to act normal around him, the next day I walked to the bus stop, where we usually wait before school, it was only me and Kenny waiting there, I'm guessing Stan and Cartman are late, Kenny broke the silence,
Kenny: So, Kyle, did you get my letter?
Me: Yea...
Kenny: I hope you don't hate me.
Me: No! no no no, I don't hate you!
Kenny: Yes you do! You are just trying to act nice, just because you don't want me to feel bad!
Me: No, I don't hate you! I just don't love you!
Kenny: That's alright Kyle...
The bus pulled over, I decided to sit next to Kenny, as I looked over, he was covering his eyes so that I couldn't see him crying, I felt bad for him, I wanted to kiss him to cheer him up, but, I think he is not in the mood for that right now,
after school, I called Kenny to come over to my house, he went up the steps of my house, and into my bedroom, he sat on my bed, next to me, we talked about what happened at the bus stop,
Me: Kenny, I want to talk about what happened before school...
Kenny: I understand Kyle, you don't love me.
Me: That's not true Kenny.
Kenny: What?
Me: I said, that's not true! I love you too Kenny!
After that, me and the other 12 year-old boy's lips met together in perfect harmony, but, sadly, it ended quite soon,
Kenny: Kyle, it's great and all that you love me, but I wish you just told me a bit earlier.
Me: Well Kenny, I just "never really had the guts."