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"Romeo and Juliet is said to be the most valuable piece of literature in the world, beside the Bible. Would anyone like to guess why?"
Stan snorted into consciousness, his head shot over from behind his chair because of Kyle's abrupt elbow in his ribs. Their teachers had been discussing the title of the play for what seemed hours and it had bored Stan to sleep. He watched as Kyle marked the air with his arm and heard his name called. Stan knew what was about to happen; Kyle had a formula to his genius. He would answer any question in a full sentence in which he would alter one word to make his answer somewhat different , as he did; "Romeo and Juliet is said to be the most valued piece of literature in the world beside the Bible-"
Then he would state his opinion in two different ways, the first being forward and to the point while the second fashion would describe his answer with more description and normally it would have a bit of a philosophical taste to it.
"-because it is human behavior at its best. Human behavior, as in our imperfections and troublesome emotions, it really illustrates what makes us; humanity, while also portraying…our lack thereof."
After his flavorful explanation he would repeat the question, reworded a bit more with a conclusion that would make his male teachers hand him homework-passes and give female teachers full-on heart attacks;
"Romeo and Juliet is so very valuable to the world because it is a rare delicacy, it's a taste of reality that most authors refuse to write about because of humans' harsh nature and idiotic conflict. They would like to believe in fantasies where the princess marries the prince in his enormous, flashy castle while Shakespeare insisted that humans were beautifully imperfect and conveyed our wondrous error and fault in a poetic and ironic faze of love. Love brings everyone together in fairytales, but in the majestic ugliness of pure, unadulterated human nature love tears the main characters apart."
Finally, his finishing line leaving a heavy and meaningful silence in any room as it always did; "Romeo and Juliet is rightfully treasured in this world and will be honored for Eons, unless by some shining miracle, humans find some way to forgive and love like The Lord, himself, intended."
Stan smirked; it always worked. The two female teachers sitting on the edge of the stage looked like they might have kicked the bucket that moment. Both jaws were dropped; clearly they did not know the blinding perfection that Kyle Broflovski was. Stan chuckled inaudibly as Kyle smiled to him; he was perfect after all. Stan was never envious or aggravated by his friend's blemish-free existence. He was proud of it, actually; gloating about it in his head as he had been doing. It was such a wonderful thing to behold and he could never and would never ask Kyle to change. The perfect student, perfect employee, perfect son, perfect boy, perfect enemy, perfect friend…
Never at fault, never wrong, never graceless or disheveled. Every hair was always in place, every smile was sincere, every laugh was snort-free, ever muscle was perfectly carved, his face always clear and clean, his fragrance was constantly intoxicating, his moods were mature and under control…
"Tha…th-that was wonderful, Kyle. Thank you for that lovely explanation…w-well, as Kyle was saying…"
She droned on as Kyle looked to his charcoal-haired friend and muttered, "Good, eh?"
Stan laughed softly again, "As always; forgive and love like The Lord himself intended? A bit of a high-set ambition for high school students, no?"
Kyle stated simply, "You've got it down."
Stan perked a brow, "…what?"
Kyle repeated with a more gentle smile, "I think you're divinely humane."
Stan blushed lightly, "…dude…"
(FLASH-BACK TO THE DAY PRIOR)
Kyle was twisting the whipped cream on Stan's order of pistachio ice cream and after dropping a cartoon-mouthwatering cherry on the very top he passed it to him. Stan admired the bleach white of Kyle's barely manly apron and matching, small hat that sat in a mountain range of Kyle's silky red curls. A few younger girls walked in, ringing the tiny bell at the entrance and immediately walked up to Kyle, giggling and blushing. Almost right after he was hired at the ice cream parlor, Kyle had developed a fan base that began at the elementary school and ended at the seniors of rivaling schools! Girls seemed to flock from all corners of the world to watch him roll up his collared-white shirt sleeves to his elbows, adore him while he juggles cream cans to give them a laugh and Stan was shocked at the speed they would race to him of only to hear him ask, "And what can I do for you, pretty lady?"
It was ridiculous to Stan; the boy was just an ice cream bartender and he got fan groups, a heavy salary and his own catch phrases! Of course, though…he was perfect.
"C-can I have a vanilla smoothie, please?"
Kyle smirked, leaning forward and inches away from the furiously blushing face of the girl while his smug look rested in his palm, "What do I get in return?"
The girl was from the middle school; probably about eleven years old and Stan was wondering why Kyle was outwardly flirting with such a young girl. Her friends giggled, one nearly fainting as she stammered, "U-uhm…money?"
Kyle looked like he considered it for a minute, but after humming in discontent he smiled and replied, "How about if I get a kiss right here," He pointed to his freckled cheek, "it'll be on me."
She looked about ready to die as she squeaked, "O-oh gee...o-okay."
He grinned and danced to the song playing on the speakers around the parlor; once he finished her smoothie with that shiny cherry at the very tip of whipped cream again, he stretched a bit over the bent, silver bar. He pointed to the same spot as before and told her, "Now give me a sugary-sweet one right here."
Her friends laughed again, red in the face just like her as she leaned over and kiss the ordered spot. She smiled shyly as his grin spread from ear to ear and he "Mmmm-mmm!"ed and told her, "So sweet, I think you've given me a toothache!"
He could tell her head was filled with blood and probably fearing she would lose feeling in all her limbs, he told her, "Now go off and enjoy your sweets, princess."
She raced off with her friends, gossiping and laughing hysterically the whole way to their booth. Stan looked to him and told him, "A bit more forward than you usually are, you ass."
Kyle just laughed while he cleaned out a bowl with a white towel that he kept the back pocket of his black dress-pants, "You're just jealous that I don't give you free shit cause you're pretty."
Stan scoffed, "I'm sure. But can I ask why you're interested in a girl that age?"
Kyle shrugged, "I'm not looking for a date. She lives on my block and I know that her parents…well, they're not exactly millionaires. I heard her talking to her friends, and I happen to know that she should be using that money at school for lunch. I don't plan on making her pay for anything here. She's a young lady who deserves three meals a day, and of course," Kyle licked at a bit of ice cream that had found its way to his index finger and with a smack of his lips he finished, "the occasional, but traditional, mouthwatering dessert to savor."
(END OF FLASH-BACK)
Stan wasn't divine; no, Kyle was. He was a little girl's secret guardian angel; he gave without a thought of receiving anything in return. He was a delicacy, he should be treasured and honored for Eons; he was the shining angel of Stan's life, a product of society was perfect humanity at its prime; beauty, love and kindness. A combination of everything wonderful and lip-smacking sweet.
Unfortunately all Stan could summon from his voice in response was, "Thank you."
