"BLECH!!"
Ew! Gross, Stan! Are you sick or something? Stan? Hey, Stan, wait!"
But I couldn't wait. I had to get out of there. I couldn't believe I had puked all over my best friend because, you see, I wasn't sick. I didn't see anything gross or disgusting either.
I had seen him. The only other time something like this had happened was in the third grade with my on-again girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger. It hadn't even ocurred when I discovered Bebe's boobs. An event like this meant I, Stanley Marsh, was in love- again.
With my friend.
Like I said: I had to get out of there.
As soon as I arrived at my house, I bolted for my room, locked the door, and pulled the covers up over my body.
"Stan? Stan, open up it's your mother." Yeah, like I couldn't tell from her voice alone. "Stan? Someone's here to see you..." She prodded at me with the unidentified person, hopng they would be the one to convince me out of my safe haven; I didn't budge.
I could hear her speaking quietly to the one next to her. "I suppose you're going to have to come back once I've forced him out of there...oh...okay...if you think that will work..."
I briefly wondered what they could have suggested to my mom, but it didn't keep my interest for long as the front door shut soon after. I closed my eyes, further distancing myself, to allow myself thought.
Befoer long though, I began to hear noises outside of my window, followed by a loud thump inside my room.
I glanced out.
His beautiful red hair, peeking out from under his green trapper hat (most likely from the climb up here), was blazing in the late afternoon sun. I loved his hair, however, I think the thing I loved most about him, even more than his crimson "Jew fro," were his eyes. Bright and soul-searching, they were as heart-melting as his smile. He may have had what Cartman could only describe as a "huge fucking Jew nose," but the other features balanced it out and vice versa.
I rehid my head under the covers, trying to hide from the akward situation at hand.
He wasn't having any of it. "Stan." When I stayed under, he walked over to me. "Stan, look at me." After a bit of struggling he finally freed my head from its sanctuary. "Stan," he sighed, "we need to talk."
I pouted and stayed silent. "Stan, your mother said that you aren't ill, so I have to wonder what would have caused your sudden illness if not a viral infection." Can you say Carlos Mencia's "dee-dee-dee"? Honestly though, I hate it when his vocabulary bumps up a notch.
"Stan..." My attention goes back to him, "do you...like me?" and quickly diverted again.
"Well...sure, Kyle, you're my super-best-friend..."
"And you're mine, Stan...but that's not what I meant. I meant do you want to go out with me; you did throw up on my new coat."
"Oh! Well..." What can I say? I mean, he was my best friend; I couldn't profess my love for him. What would it possibly sound like; "Hey,Kyle! I know I have a girlfriend, and you're my closest companion, but I just want you to know that I love you I think you may be the one!"
"Stan, you can tell me if you do. I won't-" Against my own better judgement, words I had never meant to say suddenly began to pour from my lips.
"Kyle, you're my best friend but lately I can't get you out of my mind. I mean, I loved Wendy- a lot- but it's beginning to fade- for both of us. I don't think I can go on like this forever. Kyle, I love you."
I temporarily lost my sight as flaming red hair came at me and blocked my line of vision.
"Stan!"
"Kyle!" I choked.
"I love you, too!"
"Kyle!"
"Yes, Stan?" He sighed in content.
"I can't breathe!" I managed. He laughed, but he let me go as I joined in.
Even though it hadn't gone as I planned (running to each other through a meadow, while the typical Romeo and Juliet theme rolled over us), I wouldn't change a thing.
A/N: Oh my god. So cliche, and so fluffy that it rotted your teeth didn't it? Sorry; I grounded from the computer and my iPod so I didn't have any inspiration as late. However, I am trying to finish my other two stories, that Marauder's Series and Konoha's Savior No Longer. (I haven't forgotten you!) I will try to update every weekend but if I don't, you have my permission to hunt me down and beat me up. Sorry again! I also have a new story out called Apologize, so check it out if you get the chance (unless you're sick of me -_-")!