I disclaim. So on and so forth.
One-sided Style. Kinda sad.
Prequel to Every Dog Has His Day.
'This is it,' Kyle thought to himself. 'The last day of high school before graduation.'
Today was the day. He was going to do it. He'd been working up the nerve for years and it was finally time. He was going to tell Stan how he felt. In third period, Kyle asked Stan if he would meet him behind the gym after school. Stan looked at him sideways, but agreed. So here he was, leaning against the building and waiting with bated breath for his friend to show up. After a few minutes, he heard crunching footsteps suggesting Stan's arrival. Kyle stood up straight and tried to suppress his nervousness. "You needed to talk to me about something?" Stan asked.
Kyle swallowed. "Yeah. I do." He paused. "Stan, we're good friends, right?" Stan nodded, "Of course. Super Best Friends." Kyle continued, "And I'm practically your favorite person, right?" Stan looked at him sideways again. "Yeah." Kyle stepped closer and closer. He spoke softly, "So you shouldn't mind if I do this, right?" Kyle closed the gap and gently kissed Stan's mouth, taking Stan's hands in his own. Stan was frozen. When Kyle stepped backwards, Stan stared at him gapingly. "What the hell was that, Kyle?" Kyle looked embarrassed. "You're really important to me, Stan. You're my best friend, but you're so much more to me. I love you, Stan." Stan looked afraid. "S-stop joking, Kyle. This isn't funny." Kyle frowned. "I'm not kidding! I'm serious! I've been trying to tell you this for like, five fucking years!" Stan was astonished. "Surely deep down you must feel the same, even a little. We do everything together! Why can't we do this together too? So what do you say, Stan? Will you give me a chance?" Kyle exhaled hard.
Stan still looked shocked. "I'm not gay, Kyle. And neither are you. You're just confused, that's all." Kyle was getting angry. "I'm not confused, Stan! Why do you think I always drop everything for you? Why do you think I haven't dated a single girl since elementary school? Come on, Stan. You know this is meant to be. We're perfect for each other." Stan shook his head. "No, no. I'm not gay. I'm with Wendy. I play sports. Look, Kyle, you need to snap out of this. You're not gay. Especially not for me. I'm sorry, Kyle, but please don't talk to me again until you get this ridiculous idea out of your head." Stan walked quickly away, not looking back. Kyle was rooted to the spot. He fell against the wall and slid down, placing his arms over his knees and burying his face. He started to sob, shoulders shaking and voice cracking.
Stan leaned against the side of the building perpendicular to Kyle, putting his hand over his face and trying to control his breathing. His heart was breaking a little more each time Kyle choked out a sob. He wanted to run over to him and take him in his arms, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He's supposed to be with Wendy. He's a star football player. He's a guy. Guys don't date other guys. It's just not done, especially in a small town like this. His life would be over. Of course Kyle was right. Any two compatible people who spend that much quality time together are eventually going to fall for each other. He was fine ignoring it all this time. It got harder as time went on. When he and Wendy began having sex, he'd find himself barely able to perform unless he thought of Kyle. It's not right. He was doing them both a favor by breaking ties now—before it was past the point of no return. He, too, choked back a sob and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before circling around the school to go meet Wendy.