Stan pat down on his pocket and nervously bit his lip, waiting for Kyle to come back from the bathroom. They had both taken a trip to Disney Land together after they'd saved enough money, and were spending the week there. Kyle walked out, and combed his hand through his hair. Stan, standing up from his spot, began to walk off with Kyle. "Hey dude, what now?" Kyle asked. Stan snuck his arm around Kyle's waist as he had before, causing Kyle's face to turn a bit crimson colored. Stan shrugged lightly, seemingly nonchalant. "I kinda wanted to get a better look at that castle, if it's okay. Maybe we can get some pictures. The shorter redhead pouted. "Dude, we got enough pictures, let's just do something else," Kyle complained. "Aw, come on Ky!" Kyle leaned into his boyfriends shoulder and unwillingly groaned. "Fine." They made there way back to the front of the castle and Stan stopped in mid stride. Kyle raised a curious eyebrow, but stopped too. "What?" Stan smirked, making his way into the middle of a circle formed on the ground, and brought Kyle along with him. Stan was so obviously nervous, and Kyle wasn't that oblivious to it. "Why are you all red?" Kyle laughed, staring concerned at Stan. "Nothing," Stan shrugged plainly. He couldn't really tell that his own face was red. He felt choked up with his own words. Stan shuffled his feet and looked up at Kyle, smiling. "You look happy," The boy who was shorter by an inch brushed Stan's messy bangs from his hair. Stan simply nodded and Kyle snapped out of his little trance, "So did you want to take some pictures?" Stan didn't say anything, but instead, leaned in and pressed his lips to Kyle's. Kyle was a bit confused but gave in and happily kissed back. Stan pulled away, and Kyle was holding back from laughing. "What was that for?" Kyle smirked. "I love you, dude." They ignored the uncomfortable stares of a few others and stood where they were. "Love you too, but shouldn't we be going? The park closes in a few hours." "We'll come back tomorrow." Kyle nodded, "Fair enough." Stan placed his hands on Kyle's shoulders and got ready for what he was about to do. "Kyle, don't take this awkwardly, cause I'm really scared." Kyle rose a curious eyebrow and put his hands in his pockets. "Nervous for what?" Stan lowered himself onto his knee and pulled out a ring from his pocket, "Kyle, will you marry me?" Stan and Kyle had been dating for sometime now, a few years maybe. They were nineteen, and Stan thought this time was perfectly right. It had been long enough. A few people had stopped, smiling as they stood in front of the castle, and Stan could swear that the onlookers and by passers could all hear his heart beating. Kyle nodded, tears brimming in his eyes, "Yes." He jumped up and hugged Stan, while the sound of people aww-ing took place around them. Stan graciously hugged back. He was overwhelmed with emotions. He happily cried onto Stan's shoulder and locked lips with him. "Dreams do come true," he whispered into his fiancées ear.
