"Kyle, I want to go outside, " A very distraught stan groaned from his position on the hardwood floor. The aforementioned currently had his face was squashed beneath a pillow, one he had taken from the couch nearby. Hearing no response from Kyle who currently sat at the table above him Stan looked from behind his pillow at the ginger.
Kyle paid little attention to the other males actions. This was nothing new; Stan had always been the louder, higher energy of the two, and Kyle was very good at ignoring people like that. This was not the first, not the second, but the third time Stan had asked to leave the school library in the last 5 minutes. As Much as Kyle appreciated his friends company, Kyle wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with his whining all afternoon.
The sound of shuffling arose from the floor, causing Kyle to close his book with a loud thump, glaring down at the floor with his bright eyes. Stan's wide brown eyes greated his, asking for some sort of verbal response.
Stan was an odd character Kyle has to admit to himself. He always dressed sloppy, his uniform always seeming to have something wrong with it. His short black hair matched his clothes, messy, tousled and hadn't been properly brushed in some time. Stan was a messy, hot, athletic, fun-loving friendly guy according to most of the schools female population. But to Kyle, he was just his friend who could be seen as nothing more than a dog.
"Please?" Stan asked again, searching Kyles face for an answer. A sigh of defeat escaped from Kyle.
"You do realize I have no say in the matter of where you go? " Kyle asked, reaching down and re-adjusting Stan's very messed up tie. The other male attempted to pull back, but Kyle's hands were faster. Within moments the tie properly rested on Stan's neck.
" I know..." Stan huffed, tugging at his tie. "But I don't want to just leave you in here by yourself."
"I will be fine. " Kyle responded, pulling Stan's hands away from the tie and holding on to them firmly to stop further attempts at the destruction of his work.
A frown formed on Stan's face, and he pushed himself to a proper sitting position. Kyle had to admit, Stan had reason to be worried. Recently on sunny days that had started with rain, Vampire's had started to vanish without a trace. Today fit that perfectly. When Kyle had left the house, a massive downpour had joined him, but now he sun shone bright in the sky.
"Just go outside" Kyle said, "This is a public area and there is a window right there." If anything were to happen, Everyone outside would be able to see Kyle. It was no accident that Kyle ended up at the table closest to the window. Stan's expression remained filled with uncertainty, but he did get up.
Stan ran straight out the door, soon reappearing outside in front of the window. Within seconds stan joined the group of guys kicking around a soccer ball and having a good time under the warm spring sky. Relief washed over Kyle when he noted the normal silly grin had returned of Stan's face. Kyle hated it when the other worried about him too much.
Kyle returned to looking through his history book, wasting a good hour taking notes on everything. Just because he was a vampire didn't mean Kyle knew a thing about history. Kyle was young, and his parents were young, so Kyle had to study just like everyone else. It would have been helpful if his parents had been one of those vampires from hundreds of years ago but Kyle could make do with his books. Reading and studying were fun to him.
Every once in a while he would glance outside to see Stan happily running around, even convincing a group of girls to join them. Then stan managed to convince the crabby Biology teacher to join in. Stan had a way with people, no matter what faction they hailed from. They were always drawn to him, the opposite effect of Kyle.
As the sun began to set and the group started to shrink, Kyle decided it would be a good time to head out. Besides, the library would be closed soon, and Kyle didn't want to bother the librarian no matter how nice she always was to him. He quickly gathered his books and carefully set them in his bag. He shot Stan a quick text saying he was going home and not to worry. A slight nod was given to the librarian before he made his way out of the room and down the long locker filled hall.
Before he had made it past the first classroom Kyle heard a familiar voice say his name. On the far opposite end of the hall, Stan was standing in the doorway of a classroom, talking to a friend of his, Wendy. Kyle knew of her, her magic was very powerful for her young age, Making her one of the most prominent white witches in the school.
"You were late because of Kyle? " Wendy said, her voice full of disbelief. Stan must have nodded because Wendy went on.
"You do know you don't have to babysit him right? He can take care of himself."
Wendy knew what was up, Kyle felt no need to listen to the conversation. Kyle continued down the hall, pulling out his phone to text and see if his parents would come get him. It was Stans own fault he had been late, Kyle hadn't even known that Stan had made Plans to meet up with people.
"Kyle is my best friend, I can't risk him vanishing like the others." Stan's voice stated. Kyle the stopped dead in his tracks, studdend by the words. Stan and Kyle had been friends for a few years and many people found that odd. Vampires and werewolves were known for not getting along and having many difficulties, yet somehow the two boy had held strong with their differences. But the word bestfriend was not something kyle had expected. Kyle would have figured that would go to Clyde, a fellow werewolf and Friend of Stans.
As if he had somehow could read Kyle's mind, Stan continued. "I've know Kyle for the longest time, and being around him just makes me happy. He is so smart and nice, I really appreciate our friendship." Stan said, laughing a bit on the end. Wendy let out a laugh as well. Kyle quickly entered into the closest open door, not feeling quite ready to be seen by the two.
"Keep an eye on him Stan, You two are good for eachother." Wendy called out, and soon Kyle could hear her footsteps as she left the area. Kyle sat on the nearest surface he could find, which so happened to be a desk. Stan considered Kyle to be his best friend. Did Kyle consider it the same way? Stan was nice, and they did allways have great conversations. The other people he talked to always felt off, as if they never knew what to say to Kyle. Vampire had a bad stigma amongst the other races, purely because there races survival relied on the substance of others.
"Hey Kyle!" Stan voice rang loud in Kyle's ears, surprising the male. Slowly He looked up to see Stan casually leaning in the doorway, a giant grin displayed on his face.
"How did you find me?" Kyle asked, Trying to remember if he had made any sort of sound when he had hidden in the classroom.
"I could smell you." Stan stated, "You always smell like clean linen since I know you constantly clean everything you own so it doesn't smell like blood."A startled expression fell on Kyles face. Stan was correct once again,Kyle was an impulsive cleaner when it came to his belongings. One of the constant complaints he had heard about vampires was they smelled too much like blood. It felt weird knowing someone else knew this now.
"Oh." Kyle finally said, not sure what else to say.
"I can give you a ride home if you need." Stan offered, holding up car Keys and breaking the tension Kyle felt. Kyle looked down at his phone, seeing that he had yet to get anything back from his parents. Next time, Kyle really needed to just drive himself to school. Getting rides from Stan was fine, But Kyle didn't want to rely on the other like this. Then again, Stan was most likely offering to make sure Kyle would make it home and not vanish. Kyle appreciated the gesture.
"Sure," Kyle answered, slipping off the desk and heading over to Stan. Stan's eyes lit up at Kyles answer, and he fumbled as he attempted putting his keys back in his pocket while simultaneously trying to step out of the doorway.
A small smile decorated Kyles face as he approached the other male, and he ignored the silent vibrations of his phone as a call came in. Whoever it was could wait, Kyle only wanted his attention to go to Stan. Stan Marsh, the person who knew much more about Kyle then he even wanted to admit to himself. Stan, his best friend.