Mana here. I think I'm gonna try a little romance this time. Just to see what all y'all think.
Kiss
Stan had a girlfriend.
Her name was Wendy Testaburger.
They weren't like most boyfriends and girlfriends, not only because they were just 8 years old, but because they never kissed. They tried to, but Stan always got nervous and threw up.
Kyle was always edgy when Stan was with Wendy. They never had any time together anymore the past days, and he missed that.
After school on a Friday, Stan did promise to have Kyle over at his house for a sleepover. Kyle got out of class first and waited outside the school for his best friend.
Stan usually took long because he was with Wendy at his locker and then at her locker. Kyle sighed; he remember the times where they've waited for each other and followed each other at their lockers and spent their whole days together.
Those days were fun, but they were never going to come back.
Well, maybe. Stan and Wendy were in somewhat of an on and off relationship so they'd break up every once in a while.
I hope they break up soon, Kyle thought. But then he caught himself. It was selfish for him to think such. After all, Stan was his best friend, and he wants him to be happy.
"Bye Stan, I love you," Kyle heard Wendy saying from the school entrance, followed by the sound of Stan throwing up.
Kyle had to chuckle at that.
"Hey Kyle," Stan saw him.
"Yo, ready to go home?"
"Yeah."
They walked silently to Stan's house and spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games.
As darkness approached, they had pizza in Stan's room and looked at funny YouTube videos.
It was already 9:30 when Stan's mom made them get offline, which left the two subjected to getting ready for bed.
"Hey Stan?" Kyle asked as he finished brushing his teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Why do you like Wendy?"
Stan spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.
"What do you mean, why?"
"Well I don't know…just, why?"
Stan shrugged.
"She's pretty cool I guess."
"Hm."
Silence.
"Have you even kissed her?"
"Dude, you know what happens when I try."
"I know, but…do you wish you could kiss her?"
"Well yeah." What kind of a question was that?
"Why?"
"I don't know. Jeez what's with all the questions?"
"No reason."
Kyle blushed.
"Hey, you know what?" Stan asked.
"What?"
"I think I might actually try."
"Well yeah, it's about time too."
"But I've never kissed anyone before. I probably suck at it too."
"You wanna practice then?" Kyle laughed as he pointed to one of Stan's pillows on his bed.
Stan laughed too.
"Believe me, I've tried. I don't know…you can't get really get anything from pillows."
"You could always…" Kyle trailed off, blushing.
"What?"
"Never mind, I'm pretty sure it's out of the question anyway."
"No seriously, tell me."
"Well I don't know…you can always…uh…practiceonme."
Kyle closed his eyes, waiting for Stan's ridiculing laughter. It didn't come. He opened his eyes.
"That doesn't really sound bad at all. On one condition though."
"Hm?"
"Eric Cartman can never find out about this."
Kyle laughed.
"Ok, then."
Both boys took a deep breath and stared into each other's eyes.
It was unintentional, but as they stared deeper their faces became closer, until their lips locked.
The kiss lasted a little over a minute until Kyle broke it, gasping for air.
"Stanley Randall Marsh," Kyle breathed, "what the hell are you talking about, saying you can't kiss?"
"Hah, you actually enjoyed that?" Stan teased.
Kyle blushed harder, feeling stupid.
"N-no. I'm just saying…I think you're ready to kiss her. She would really like that."
"Yeah." Stan stared off for a while. "Well, I'm really tired so let's turn off the lights now, k?"
"Ok. G'night Stan."
"G'night Kyle."
Thank God it was dark. Kyle couldn't help by smile as certain thoughts ran through his head.
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Ugh. That was lame . I'm sorry.