Nnnhhhnnhnnhhh. THis is how I entertain myself at one in the morning. I really am sorry. I was just so amused by this.
This was it. This was that moment when Stan would run back through the icy streets of South Park, burst into Kyle's room, find him in an amorous embrace with Kenny, snatch him up, drag him away for a while, and then finally make up with the redhead, sealing their relationship forever. This was it. He was running. He was running. Run, run, run, run, run. Shit it was cold out.
Right. Here comes the door. Would he knock? Shit, were his parents home? What if it's locked? That would just throw the whole thing off. Damn it. Deciding to screw it, Stan kicked the door hard. He skimmed up the stairs, hoping he didn't break the hinges or whatever.
Great, Kyle's door. Oh, god Kyle's door. He didn't have anything to say, really. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck here it goes.
Kenny was buttoning his pants. Kyle sat on the disheveled bed, dressed in one of his larger shirts. The blonde gazed apologetically at Stan. "Sorry man."
Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUUCK.
Kenny laughed, grabbing his parka as he passed Stan at the entrance. "I'm kidding, dude. Seriously. Go get 'im."
OH MOTHER FUCKER, MCCORMICK, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR ASS LATER. After this.
"Stan?"
"Look, I would've killed him—actually killed him, if you—if he really—shit, Kyle. Kyle, I love you. I'm sorry I'm a dumbass and I'm sorry—"
That was when Kyle got up to tackle Stan to the ground, quickly closing the gap between their lips. As with any of these kinds of romance, they both decided they loved each other and could make it through whatever, blah.
"Yes, okay. I love you too."
END.
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