"Come on, we don't want to be late." Kyle says, pulling my arm as he walks to our next class. I can't wait for tonight!
Chapter 2: Nighttime Ponders
Mine and Kyle's fourth period class is a boring class, but our teacher assigned partners at the beginning of the semester and Kyle and I were matched up. This is class is easy to us, because we do work rather well with each other, which is another good thing of being Super-Best-Friends, which is getting stuff done easily and quickly so we have more time to talk and hang out. This class is Earth Science, SNORE! All we had was a review sheet on erosion, and we completed it in only ten minutes, so we talked about our plans for tonight in the remaining forty minutes of the class period.
"How about we watch a movie?" I asked, trying to make tonight seem fun for him the most.
"Sure, that sounds good. And maybe some guitar hero also?" He adds, remembering the time we got over a million points on a song.
"Awesome. We don't have a lot of time because it's not the weekend yet, but that sounds like a night-filler. It'll be a lot of fun!" I say, liking Kyle's idea. Somehow, we were planning for the rest of the time, and the bell suddenly rang to end the class.
"Bye, Stan! See you sixth period!" Kyle says as he heads to Health class for fifth period. I also have Health for fifth, but different classes, but same curriculum once again. We only have a review of the digestive system, which I complete near the end of the class because I am distracted thinking about tonight. The bell rings, and we see each other and walk with each other to the PE Building. The lockers were chosen at random, but we luckily got lockers next to each other in the same period, even with the same teacher. I quickly change, because I want to get out of there soon as possible. I get butterflies when I see Kyle with his shirt off, and he fortunately follows soon after with changing. We walk into the gymnasium, where our teacher holds class for this week. Our teacher tells us to play basketball one-on-one with someone, and Kyle and I are of course partners. I know that he will win, because he was the star player on the basket ball team last season. During our time in PE this year so far, Kyle has helped me improve a lot with my basketball skills. He sure is a great guy! The changing bell rings, so we go back and I change once again. The bell rings, signaling that school for the day has ended. We start walking to my house, and he starts talking.
"Tonight sounds like it's going to be great, Stan! Just us friends hanging out together and having a good time." Kyle says, putting an arm around my shoulders. That gets me MAJOR butterflies.
"Yup. Just be and my Super-Best-Friend. Just us." I agree, getting a little redundant.
"Come on, I can see your house. Let's hurry and get the most of our time!" And he begins running.
"Alright!" I agree and catch up to him and then run alongside him. We arrive at my doorstep, and I take out my key and unlock the door. We walk upstairs to my room, and we put our stuff down.
"You ready for the movie?" I ask, setting up the DVD Player.
"Heck yeah!" He says, getting comfortable on my bed. I soon follow after, and then hit start on the movie's menu. We watch Gladiator, and we both think it was really good. We then go downstairs and turn on Guitar Hero. We play a couple of songs, and then go back up to my room to watch TV and talk.
We turn on an episode of Terrance and Phillip, and we begin laughing after a couple of minutes, still very amused by potty humor. We watch in silence for a few minutes until he speaks.
"Um, Stan?" He asks, seemingly nervous.
"Yeah dude?" I ask, hoping he talks about his issue.
"This is about what happened earlier. I'm ready to talk about my issue now." He says, looking scared.
"I'm always there for you, Kyle. You're my best friend. You can tell me anything." I put a hand on his shoulder.
"I know that, Stan. But I'm still scared. But anyway, I've been having these weird feelings for someone, but I don't know what they mean."He finally admits. Is he saying he has a crush?
"What do you mean?" I ask, pretty sure about what he means.
"I mean that whenever I'm near this person, I get these weird feeling in my stomach, and I get light-headed around them occasionally." He elaborates.
"Kyle, it sounds like you're crushing on somebody!" I say, poking at his abdomen, and he laughs and the tickles coming from the pokes.
"R-really?" Kyle says, looking scared.
"Yeah, is that bad?" I ask, concerned.
"Actually, it kind of is." He says, now looking sad once again.
"Why? Is it a bad person? Who is it?" I ask, even more concerned now.
"I'd-I'd rather not say, at least not yet. Is that alright?" He asks, looking into my eyes.
"Of c-course, Kyle. Just know that I'm here for you." I say, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I do know that, Stan." He says, and looking at his phone for the time. "H-hey, would you look at that. It's getting pretty late, I better go now!" He says, quickly getting his stuff and then leaving, in turn leaving me pondering why he left so suddenly. It was only six o'clock. He always stays until at least eight, and his mother says come back before ten, so I know something is seriously bothering him. Gosh! I wish I knew! I feel so useless. My Super-Best-Friend is in pain, and I can't help in any way except be there when he wants to talk. Why did I have to have this big crush on him? I feel terrible, but there's nothing I could do. I can't even talk to anyone about this, I just feel so alone all of the time. But I do wonder who is Kyle crushing on, and why is it a bad thing? Everyone gets crushes. Maybe he thinks it's bad because maybe it's with a boy? No, I'm just wishing things would happen when they obviously won't. Why does life have to be so hard? Why can't everyone be accepted for who they are?
I walk to my bed, and get dressed in my pajamas. I know I'm not like most kids my age, but for other reasons besides the obvious one. What do most kids my age think about? They think about games, friends, and grades if they care about school. Yeah, I think about all of that stuff, but I also think deeper than that. Most kids don't care that much about the well being of other people, because they don't know how much someone can be in pain just by through what they're thinking. I just wish someone could notice something's wrong and would talk to be about it. And that's when I shed my first silent tear of the night. I cry every night, because I'm all alone.
What kind of friend am I if I can't even trust Kyle to not hate me? I'm such a hypocrite. Gosh! Why does this have to be me? I try so hard to be a good person, but I have such terrible thoughts. At this point, I'm crying a lot, but still silently. I continue crying, until I fall asleep with a face full of wet tears. Goodnight.
A/N: Thank you, KTDLover, for writing that comment about Stan keeping things bottled up. It gave me the idea to write what he feels at a time where he's alone and is left thinking.