I'm writing another story because, well, I feel like it. Read it? (:

I was lying down on my bed with the company of my music playing in the background. I held my phone above my head, the dim light being the only source of illumination in my small room. With the weather outside making more noise than my music, I leaned over to flick off the radio.

My phone buzzed, and Stan texted me back, but the vibration made me drop my phone on my head. Smart move Kyle.

I ignored the throbbing sensation in my head and texted Stan back.

Dude, you can't come over now, it's midnight. All of my family is asleep. I'm like, the only one awake.

I clicked the send button and set my phone down on my side. I ran a hand through my hair and turned to prop myself up on my elbow. I let my eyes wander as far as theycould through the lightning and rain. Stan was a real idiot if he was going to try and drive through that.

I don't care. What has that ever stopped me from coming over?

I laugh and start a response message.

You make a good point.

I shut my phone again and proceeded to stare out the window, feeling my mind drift off, and eyes start to close. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

It probably wasn't even that long that I was asleep, but I woke up to Stan nudging me in the side.

"Kyle, dude, wake up…" he whispers quietly in my ear. I shake my head and rub my eyes.

"Oh, Stan, hey," I manage sitting up and pressing my back against the window, extending my legs out on the bed.

"I just got here," he tells me.

"I figured that," I reply.

The ebon haired boy quietly laughs and smiles at me, taking a seat next to me, sitting as close as possible.

"So, how have things been with Wendy? Is she still on your nerves?" I ask, gritting my teeth as I say her name.

I never liked Wendy. Stan didn't deserve someone like her. Someone who cheated on him, acted like a bitch all the time, whined about everything that didn't go her way… Stan… he deserved someone better.

When they broke up last month, she wouldn't leave him alone. He broke up with her, and he claimed it to be for good. I hoped that was true, and so far, it has been.

She always tried to get back with him, but Stan denies, which is the one thing that I love about Stan. When he is determined to do something, he sticks with it.

"Things have been better. I told her something that's made her get off my back for the last few days," Stan explains, looking away from me.

"What'd you tell her?" I raise a concerned eyebrow, turning my head to face him.

"Don't be mad…" he begins.

"Tell me." I persist. Stan looks at me and gives a sheepish smile.

"I told her I was gay."

"That's not so-."

"And that you and I were dating." Stan interrupts me, finishing his sentence.

I stay quiet for a moment and take in the words with Stan. In those few seconds, a lot went through my mind.

Most of it was really just along the lines of Woo Hoo! But that gets me into some deeper things.

First off, did I happen to mention about my super gay crush on my best friend Stan Marsh? Yeah. That's me. Cartman would probably be filled with joy if he found out that I really was gay, and that all of his goddamn stereotypes were true.

That's why he's not going to find out. No one is going to find out anytime soon.

So while I was thinking, I was excited. I was happy that Stan had been pretending to date me. I wanted to smile, but I held one back. I really didn't know how to reply without seeming incredibly happy or eager.

"Oh," I stupidly spit out.

"So, you're not mad, are you?" He questions, staring at me with his big sad eyes. Was I supposed to refuse that? I chuckle under my breath and shake my head.

"No, I'm not mad," I smile, looking at him for a second, and then leaning my head back against window.

"Good," he tells me, leaning his head against my shoulder. I look at him from the corner of my eye and smirk. He was so incredibly cute.

Even hearing myself think that sounds gay.

"You're room is messy," my best friend randomly blurts out.

"It's not messy…" I argue, "I just lay my clothes out on the floor so I can see them better," I shrug.

Stan laughs, his head still leaning against my shoulder.

"This is so gay, dude." I say.

Stan moves his head away and turns to face me. "So what? Remember Kyle, we're dating," he laughs.

"I'm almost forgot," I answer, a smirk playing my features.

"I should text Wendy."

"Why?"

"To annoy her, why else?" He asks as if I'm stupid.

"You're so childish," I murmur.

"I am not. I'm 17 years old," he rolls his eyes, taking out his phone.

"What are you going to do to her?" I question inspecting his phone as he scrolls and searches through screens. He doesn't answer me for about 30 seconds, but eventually, parts his lips, letting out a breath of air and speaking.

"Turn on the light," he orders, gesturing towards the light switch.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he goes on. I reluctantly stand up from my bed and walk towards the wall, flicking on the light switch.

He motions for me to come and sit back down, so I do, the same confused expression on my face left intact. He smiles and presses a few more buttons on his phone turning it backwards, and leaning forward pushing his lips against mine.

I'm taken back by his action, but I kiss back as best as I can, holding the back of his head.

I hear a click and Stan pulls away.

"That looks pretty convincing, don't you think?" Stan questions, showing me the picture of the two of us on his phone, our faces mashed together. I nod and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Pretty convincing," I say.

"I'm sending it to her right now," he adds, clicking a few more buttons and closing my phone.

I smack my palm against my face and sigh.

"You're a real idiot."

"I set it as the background of my phone too," my friend ignores my comment.

"Awesome," I non convincingly answer.

"What? You don't like dating me?" He laughs.

I stand up to turn off my light, and stare outside.

"Like I said before, I'm fine with it."

This isn't a one shot, just to let you know. Think I should continue? I kinda liked the way it started out. (: Review! :D