"Dude!" Kyle rushed into Stan's hospital room, but was immediately shushed and made aware of a sleeping Shelley. The jew shoved his sleeve in his mouth before creeping up to the hospital bed, and his eyes searched the ground before finding his friend again, who was now sitting upright.
"What is it?"
"Our parents set this whole thing up."
"What do you mean?"
"They made us stay at Kenny's so we would get chickenpox."
"Huh?" Stan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yeah, and my mom's trying to find me, so I'm hiding here." Kyle yanked the covers away from Stan and shoved him over a few inches so he could sit beside him in the hospital bed.
"No, dude, there isn't enough room." Stan tried to push him off, but he caught himself and shot Stan a look. "I'm going to get you sick."
"Don't care." Kyle grinned at his best friend and inched closer to him, feeling more secure that way. The black haired boy just rolled his eyes and stared blankly at Kyle's hands, wishing he'd be granted permission to hold them.
"It's cold." Kyle complained, leaning up against Stan, who's stomach was growing queasy. Being this close to Kyle and not being able to touch him was killing him. With his face growing redder, and vomit riding up his esophagus, he just wanted to spill his heart to him right here to break the unbearable tension. Stan closed his eyes and tried not to think of the jewish boy in the way that he was, but he could almost feel Kyle's breath on his neck and their shoulders were touching, and..
Stop.
"Oh my god." Stan gasped, eyes flickering open and squinting against the ceiling lights.
"What?" Kyle turned to look at him again, and his eyes bored through Stan like lasers, searching for his thoughts.
"N-Nothing." The black haired boy stammered, almost throwing up in his mouth during the process. He hoped that Kyle would just blame the chickenpox for his odd behaviour. The jew just shrugged and let his leg brush up against Stan's.
"Goddamnit." Stan almost screamed, but looked over at Shelley and almost choked on his words. His gaze found Kyle again, who was staring directly at him with confusion in his expression. Suddenly, his surroundings became distorted, and he puked.
All over Kyle.
"Sick!" Kyle almost fell off the bed as he recoiled away from an embarrassed Stan Marsh. Before Kyle could retreat, the black haired boy leaned in quickly to kiss him, and looked in the other direction when he pulled away to avoid the look Kyle would be giving him.
"You kissed me."
"No I didn't."
"Yeah, you kissed me."
Silence.
"And I liked it." Kyle grabbed Stan's shoulder and forced him to look his way. Both of their mouths were parted open, waiting for the other to move first. They ended up kissing mutually, wanting more than anything to touch the other, but they still had to be mindful of Stan's older sister.
Stan hoped that later people wouldn't ask how Kyle got chickenpox.