Everywhere Kyle looked, he was there. In the dog shaped cloud at the busstop. In the macaroni and cheese at lunch.
Stan was everywhere.
Of course, the pair had been inseperable friends since 2nd grade. Who else would help him make fun of Eric Cartman and play endless Halo with him? Nobody, thats who.
The phone rang in the living room, which of course Kyle hopped up to get it, mumbling to himself about lazy asshole parents.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kyle?"
"Stan!" Kyle inwardly noted how the other boy's voice made his innards warm.
"You wanna come over and play 360? Just me and you? No annoying Cartman or Butters."
The words ' me and you' became redefined in Kyle's mind just then and...WHAT THE FUCK!
He so did not just picture Stan naked.
In this 3 1/2 second pause Kyle had already come up with answer, biting his lip at the earlier images.
"Yeah, Sure, Stan. Be over in a sec."
Stan had already hung up, too fast to here the quiet, 'i love you' on the other line.