Hey, here's the next part of I Never Thought…enjoy =] I'll try 2 proofread better this time.
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"I'm tired, dude," Kyle yawned. "It's three in the morning. Can we go to sleep?"
Stan yawned as well. He was still damp from the shower he took earlier. "Sure." He turned off the Wii and turned to his friend. "So…watcha wanna do?"
"Uhm, sleep?" Kyle answered sarcastically.
Stan laughed. "Sorry. I spaced again. You need pajamas?"
"Yeah, thanks."
They walked upstairs to Stan's room and Stan opened the door. Kyle loved Stan's room. The walls were painted light blue and the ceiling was creamy white, giving it a young but comfy image. It was a bit messy but not unorganized, and it smelled like Stan. Kyle always thought Stan had a musky, earthy, masculine smell. He loved it.
"Alright, here's some PJ's," Stan dug through his drawers and pulled out a maroon T-shirt and red, green and white plaid pajama pants. "Is this ok?"
"Yeah, sure," Kyle took off his clothes and yanked on the pajamas, yawning. "Look, I'm too tired to help you pull out the other mattress; can we just both sleep in your bed?"
Stan smirked. "We haven't done that since we were nine 'cause fatass called us fags."
"Your point?" Kyle smirked back. "So can I?"
Stan shrugged, trying to stay calm. "Uh, sure…I'll be right back, I haven't brushed my teeth yet and I'm sure you don't want to be sleeping next to that," Stan breathed on Kyle's face.
"Gross," Kyle giggled and pushed Stan away. "Just go so I can have a moment of peace and quiet."
"Oh, shut up," Stan shoved him playfully, then walked into his bathroom. It was the playful, boyish moments like these that he lived for, and he loved them.
Stan counted to a hundred and sixty before spitting into his sink, rinsing out his mouth, flossing and using mouthwash. When he was done, he came back into his room to see the lights shut off, but the moonlight was shining through the window. He looked at his bed, seeing Kyle already tucked under the covers, his head poking out. The moonlight seemed to make the boy glow, his red locks now messy and his thick lashes fluttering. Stan smiled; he was dreaming.
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"Boys, wake up, it's already twelve in the afternoon," Sharon shook their shoulders lightly and they groaned. "Come on, guys, I made you pancakes, eggs and bacon."
Kyle shot up out of the covers and ran down the stairs.
Sharon smiled at Stan. "You guys slept in the same bed? You guys haven't done that since…"
"…since we were nine, I know," Stan waved it off. "Anyways…did you say pancakes?"
Sharon grinned.
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"So," Stan layed back on the duvet, full of all the food his mother had made. "Watcha wanna do today?"
Kyle layed down next to him. "I dunno…wanna go to the hill and throw rocks at cars?"
"Naw, we did that Thursday," Stan frowned.
"Iceskating?"
"Gay."
"That a problem?"
"Not really…it's just…"
"Yeah, yeah, I get yah," Kyle nodded, sitting up. "Ugh, there's nothing to do in this hick town."
"Mhmm…" Stan sat up too. "Wanna call Kenny and Cartman? See what they're up to?"
"Sure," Kyle shrugged.
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"Aaand we're at the mall because…?" Stan asked.
Cartman shrugged. "'Cause I need new pants, homo. I dropped a size."
"Cartman, it seems more like you're not eating, not working out."
"Is there a difference?"
Stan's eyelids drooped. "Cartman…"
"Yeah, yeah…" Cartman waved him away, walking over to the jeans aisle.
"Stan," Kenny whispered. Stan turned to him. "C'mere," he tugged his arm and pulled him into the jacket aisle. Kyle eyed them suspiciously. "It'll only take a sec, Kyle. Don't get your panties in a bunch."
"Shut it, Kenny!" Kyle snapped before walking into the T-shirt aisle.
Kenny chuckled before pulling Stan a little closer.
"What do you want, Kenny?"
"Don't be so rude when I know your big secret," Kenny shoved Stan playfully.
Stan stumbled for a second, but tried his best to stay calm. "Uh…what secret?"
"Don't play dumb. I know you have a crush on 'Ky'," Kenny teased. Stan froze; he was referring to the nickname that Stan had used for Kyle in his…
"How the fuck did you get my diary?!" Stan whisper-yelled.
Kenny smirked. "You left it at my house. That'll show you not to carry such valuable things around with you, you idiot. You're lucky I didn't show Kyle."
Stan pushed his friend into a wall and pinned him there, his strong hold tightening with every word. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."
"Oh," Kenny spun them around, reversing their position, his grip also tightening with every word. "Yes." Squeeze. "I." Squeeze. "Would." Kenny released him and smirked at the taller boy.
Stan lowered his blue eyes, then brought them back up. "Kenny, please. You can't tell."
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Fine, I won't. But you have to tell Kyle, dude!"
Stan's jaw dropped. "Dude, are you kidding?! He'd never like me!"
"Why not?" Kenny frowned. "You guys have been best friends for how long?"
"…about…twelve years…?" Stan broke into a grin, forgetting his issue for a second. "Heh…our anniversary was last month."
Kenny rolled his eyes, but continued. "Exactly. Super Best Friends. So do you really think he'd stop being your best friend just because you like him?"
"Yes."
Kenny's eyelids drooped into a sarcastic expression.
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That night, Stan lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling. What would the worst be if Kyle didn't like him back? Stan sighed, shuddering, and pulled his diary out of his backpack. He flipped to his first entry. It was from back when he was ten. He grinned.
Dear Diary,
Today me and Ky went to Stark's Pond. We iceskated for about two or three hours. Wendy kissed me and I threw up all over her. She ran away crying; apparently since we were older she found it even more repulsive. I was about to cry but Ky went up to me and gave me a huge bear hug and said it was going to be ok. I felt a lot better after that. And he was right! The next day, Wendy apologized for running away and we played kickball on the same team at recess. It was a lot of fun.
-Stan
Stan grinned. Fifth grade was three years before he had started liking Kyle. He flipped to eighth grade and went to a specific page with a picture of Stan and Kyle at the play. The play had been sort of based on Romeo and Juliet. Wendy had originally been Juliet but she got sick on the day of the play, so Kyle had to fill in. They had to kiss at the play. That was the day Stan fell for the boy.
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"Oh, no!" Mr. Garrison, the play director, cried into his cell phone.
"What's wrong, Mr. Garrison?" Token asked.
"It's dear little Wendy," Mr. Garrison sighed. "She called in sick! What will we do now?!" Kyle walked by, holding Wendy's costume, about to put it away. "Kyle! You could fill in!"
Kyle's head snapped up. "What?!"
"Yeah! You know all the lines, right?"
"Yeah…Wendy called in sick a few times so I had to fill in for her…but I don't think-"
"Great!" Mr. Garrison picked up Wendy's costume from the trunk Kyle had put it in and shoved it back into his arms. He pushed him into the dressing rooms. "Hurry up! The play starts in an hour!"
"Wait, but I'm too tall for-!" Mr. Garrison slammed the door shut.
"Alright, people!" Mr. Garrison clapped his hands together. "Everyone get into their costumes! Chop chop!" With that, the rest of the students rushed away. Stan stood there, gaping.
What the HELL just happened?!
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"Stan," Kyle whispered to his friend, bringing him back out of his day-dreaming state. They were on stage; Stan was holding Kyle in his arms. "This is it! You have to kiss me!"
The audience was silent and patient. Stan looked at them before looking back at Kyle. "But…but I…"
"STAN!" Kyle whisper yelled. "Just do it!"
"But-"
Kyle let out an annoyed grunt before he wrapped his arms around Stan's next and pulled him close for a passionate, tongue filled kiss.
That was when Stan fell for his best friend.
