Decidedly Indecisive

Gym, 3:28, Tomorrow

Stan's eyes scanned over the folded piece of paper one last time for certainty's sake. Cartman had hastily scribbled down the details of their "chance" encounter. Stan laughed to himself as he made his way down the hall to his 1st block, Spanish.

Why was he doing this really? He had absolutely no faith in Cartman and even less faith that Cartman would even see this mission of his all the way through. He trudged to the back of the classroom, grabbed the closest desk and dropped his backpack carelessly on the floor beside it. There was no such thing as permanent seating in Spanish class and Stan took advantage of it every time.

After a few minutes with his head down on top of the desk, wondering to himself once again "why" he heard a familiar voice next to his ear.

"You okay Stan?"

At that moment his question was completely answered. He noticed that Kyle's breath smelled like strawberries, how was that even possible right now? Unless he had strawberries for breakfast...

Stan felt his thoughts trailing and brought his head up from his desk; Kyle was standing right in front of it leaning over it slightly to make their conversation more exclusive.

Kyle, Kyle, Kyle.

Kyle.

Stan felt himself start to smile.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kyle leaned away from Stan's desk and headed towards the one beside him with a look of mock hurt lining his face, "And you didn't even tell me her name."

"What?" Stan had said that louder than he had meant to, Kyle found it funny and started to chuckle under his breath.

Ms. Rosa of course, didn't.

"¿Hay algo que te gustaría compartir con la clase Stan?"

Stan had gone into a blank stare when he heard his name at the end of that sentence. He didn't understand a word of what she just said but he knew it had to be serious when the whole classroom went from what they were doing to listening intently to what were supposed to be Stan's next words. Stan started to open his mouth-

"Lo siento molestar a la clase Ms. Rosa. Yo sólo tenía que compartir algunas noticias sobre mi gato con Stan. Creo que ha desaparecido. Me temo que no podría encontrarlo."

But his voice wasn't the one he was used to hearing when he talked. He turned to his side and saw Kyle beaming. Even though he didn't understand a word of what he just said either, he knew Kyle had just saved his life, at least academically.

"Perdón por la noticia Kyle. Pero tal vez la próxima vez que usted puede esperar hasta después de mi clase?" Ms. Rosa looked annoyed but with more softness in her features than before.

Kyle nodded. "Ms. Rosa Sí, por supuesto. Por favor, continúe."

Ms. Rosa nodded in return and went on to speak about, something.

Stan took the free time he had (since even if he did listen it would be the equivalent of watching a TV channel with 85% static) and decided to make a list of pros and cons about trusting Cartman in a deal this important in Stan's life. He looked over at Kyle who was glancing thoughtfully down at his Spanish textbook and matching 's words with their English counterparts, before making the list a reality.

CONS

The list of Cons was exhausting, Stan's arm started to hurt from everything he had written. He read over it again and sighed, it made him feel like it just wasn't worth it.

PROS

Stan's mind emptied at the word. Pros? Were there really any pros to this? He scratched his head and let his palm tap the side of his desk, a habit he often did when he was truly considering a thought. He looked over again at Kyle-

Kyle was staring right at him.

As their eyes met, Kyle let off a grin and Stan could feel himself crumbling on the inside. He had never known this feeling before, the nearest sensation he could compare it to was the euphoric lightness that hits you right before you start to vomit. It was the moment that you think to yourself, "haha I can't believe I thought I was going to throw up, in fact I feel awesome, I think I'll go back out and party", and then you blow chunks all over the bathroom floor. Stan knew he wasn't going to throw up though; Kyle only made him feel happy even though he knew there was always a chance it would end badly. Kyle suddenly tore his eyes from Stan's and went back to jotting down whatever it was he was jotting down. Stan brought his pen back down to his list.

PROS

-I think I'm in love with him-

That's all Stan got to write before the bell rang and students literally leapt from their seats into the masses beginning to crowd the hallways.

He crumpled the list into a ball in his hand, shoved it down into his backpack and hurried off to his locker.

When he got to his locker, he pulled out his English textbook, "Renaissance Literature". Stan rolled his eyes and halfheartedly put the book into his backpack with something like a scowl on his face. He barely noticed Kyle standing right beside him. When did Kyle get so stealthy?

"You still didn't tell me what you and Cartman were talking about."

Stan decided to play the innocent card in hopes that Kyle would leave the subject alone.

"Cartman? Kyle, what are you talking about?"

Stan closed his locker and saw Kyle's face.

He looked nervous and that was pretty much impossible. Wait, why was he mumbling to himself?

"Kyle? What's up?"

Kyle laughed and Stan's nerves went off again, he was glad it was his fault.

"We have that speech today. Don't you remember? We even had to memorize it. It's like 20 minutes."

Stan knew what he looked like right now, a deer caught in headlights. He wanted to scream, he was going to scream.

Kyle wiped his face once and then held a sorrowful look for Stan.

"Wow Stan, you look so sick." Kyle winked and broke the façade. "You should definitely skip the next block; I'll just tell Mr. Trolan you couldn't make it."

Kyle shifted off the locker he was leaning on and made his way towards Mr. Trolan's classroom while Stan made his way to the Nurse's office with his fists clenched. Kyle had saved him again, but why did he feel so angry?