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Kyle Broflovski sighed. The digital clock read 4:06 and he had yet to get a single minute of sleep. He turned his body towards his best friend, Stan Marsh who was sound asleep in the same bed. Kyle moved closer, and rested his hand on Stan's waist. Kyle closed his eyes, and then realized what he had to do in order to sleep.
Stan has always been a heavy sleeper, Kyle thought to himself. If you don't tell him the truth now, while he's asleep, you won't ever be able to.
A rush of cold air entered the window and brushed through Kyle's hair. The redhead gently placed his hand on Stan's head, petting him as if the boy belonged to him.
"Stan," Kyle began awkwardly, still petting Stan's head. Stan remained silent and his breath moved his chest up and down slowly.
"I think that you're amazing. You've always been the person I've looked up to. You're great at sports, have a ton of friends, and you're pretty attractive," Kyle said, his face turning red even though he knew his best friend could not hear. "You always know just what to say to make me happy when I'm sad. I need you. I could never live without you." Kyle stopped petting his hair and looked at the ceiling. His green eyes were forming small tears, but he blinked and pushed them away.
"Lately, I've been having feelings." Kyle said. "I've started to feel a different way about you. I want you around all the time and my heart feelings complete around you. I think—I think I love you. Actually, know I love you, Stan." The Jewish boy smiled. He already felt better, and his eyelids grew heavy. He closed his emerald eyes, ready to engage in sweet slumber.
"Kyle," A voice called softly.
Kyle's eyes popped open, no longer heavy.
"Kyle, I love you too."
And the raven-haired boy turned his body around to face his best friend. He moved his face closer to Kyle's and locked his eyes to his. The last thing the two boys saw that night were each other's love struck eyes as they drifted into a deep sleep.