Chars: Kenny, Kyle
Content: emotion vomit. Kyle's figuring out to confess to his one and only.
Length: About 500 words

A/N: Reviews would be lovely~ maybe suggestions for prompts! Enjoy!

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying, she doesn't understand you like I do," Kyle shrugged, thinking hard before he spoke. "And I think you know it, too."

"Well, yeah."

Kyle perked up. Maybe this wouldn't go so badly with Stan after all.

"So, then why are you even thinking about asking out Wendy?" he pressed on.

"Where are you going with this?"

"I love you, is what."

"I know that- Kyle, he knows that already-"

He wanted to reprimand the other for breaking character, but held his tongue. Kenny was doing him a favor.

"Yeah- yeah, but I also want you to kiss me on the mouth."

"You two've done that before."

"Neither of us remember it," the redhead hissed, crossing his arms, frustrated. This wasn't going at all as planned. "Fine, uh- what about this. I'll make this simple. There's this guy I really like. You know him. I want him to fuck me. That guy is you."

"No, no don't say that to him!"

"Why not?!"

"He'll vomit," Kenny sighed, giving up their act to flop backwards onto their friend's bed. "Or something worse. He could die."

"He wouldn't die," Kyle scoffed in reply, rolling his eyes. He sat down next to the blond, retiring the roleplay to lay back with his hands behind his head. "Not from embarrassment, anyways." Or resentment, Kyle thought with a slump to his mood.

"You'd be surprised what you can die of, sweetheart."

"Whatever..."

Kenny got comfortable, sinking into the mattress, sucking in their cheeks and making sounds with their mouth. Bored. After a moment, they spoke blatantly straightforward.

"You're so fucked."

"God, I know..." the redhead groaned, knotting his fingers into his hair. "Trust me. You have no idea how long I've been trying to plan this."

"I think I've got an idea." Kenny almost laughed, but realized they really, really shouldn't considering the circumstance. "You have to do this before he asks Wendy out again, though. Are you sure he's going through with it?"

"He had this look. You had to have been there... he's up for it now, I can tell he wasn't kidding." Although it was great his best friend had worked up the nerve to talk to her again, even ask her out again after years, he couldn't have been more upset. He sighed again.

The two laid in lazy silence for a minute, tracing patterns on the cracks in Kyle's bedroom ceiling.

Kenny bit their lip.

"I don't get it."

"Get what?"

"Why now. What changed, like, why NOW does Stan suddenly like her again? The two haven't talked in forever."

"I don't know..." Kyle covered his face with his hands, a wave of unexpected emotion flowing over him. "Fuck. This is hard."

"You'll get it eventually," Kenny reassured the boy, smiling to the ceiling. "In the spur of the moment, you'll know what to say, I'm sure of it."

"I hope you're right," the other mumbled, thankful for the encouragement but not exactly convinced.

.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.