"Stan?" he whispers.
"What is it Kyle" I wonder tiredly.
"Can I hold your hand?" he says.
"Sure, why not." I reply lazily.
It's quiet for a few seconds before he breaks the silent again.
"Stan?" he repeats.
"Yeah?" I mumble.
"Do you love me?" he asks.
If it wasn't so late and if I had manage to get some sleep the last 48 hours my respond could have been a bit diffrent but at this point that was not the case.
"That's stupid." I grunts.
"Why would you even ask me something like that? I continue. "You're my super best friend. Of course I love you! You're my number one Kyle. You know that." I finish, pleased with finally shuting him up. But exactly when I thought he'd finaly be quiet for good, he speak up.
"What about Wendy?"
"What do you mean, What about Wendy?" I asks slightly annoyed. Will he just go to god damn sleep already.
"You said you loved me and that I was your number one but what about Wendy." he says.
"Kyle, I love you both but in two very diffrent ways, kay!" I sigh.
"But you said I was your number one. What did you mean." he demands.
"Kyle, why do you even care? Wait- No way. Kyle, are you jellous." he mock him.
"What if I am?" he response completly serious.
I open my eyes and stare at his sillouette.
"Kyle?" I whisper.
No answer.
I reposition myself so I'm sitting straight up.
"Wendy has a part of my heart. I think she always has. Maybe always will. But Kyle. The rest of me is completly yours." I smile lightly and lay back down again.
Kyle turn to face me. I let out a light gasp as I watch how tears beginns to streak down his pale cheeks.
"Stan." He sobs. I look into those bright eyes and lay him a soft kiss on his forehead.
I turn around and close my eyes. I smile to myself 'Yes, I got him right where I want him.'