Stan's POV

I slowly opened my eyes adjusting to the light that came in through the window. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes I looked over to see an angel that fell from heaven or at least he looked like that to me. I shake the thought from my mind. I can't believe I'm thinking like this. I'm not gay, am I? I can't be… I like girls. Ever since Kyle told me he was gay I can't get him out of my mind and last night I did something I thought I'd never do, I kissed him. I couldn't stop myself. His emerald eyes met mine and I found myself compelled to kiss him, nothing I could do stopped me and before I knew it we were actually kissing. It was different from anything I'd ever experienced, it was well, nice. Suddenly there was a noise and Kyle turned in his sleep and now my attention was focused solely on him.

"Mmmm Stan" Kyle mumbled as he turned over and buried his head back in the pillow. What? Did Kyle just say my name? "Oh, yeah Stan" He said it again and it sounded very sexual, what ever I or we were doing in his dream he obviously found it very stimulating. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Kyle slowly moved to look at me rubbing his eyes and my blush deepened further; it felt like my cheeks were on fire. I tried to hide it as best I could. "Hey sleepy thank god it's the weekend or we'd be late for school" I said doing my best not to look at Kyle to hide the blush which was refusing to leave my cheeks. Kyle just smiled and those emerald eyes were one again staring at me "You have a good dream?" I asked blushing deeper than I thought possible, I think Kyle realized I'd heard or noticed something as he was now blushing too "Um Yeah, and you?" I smiled "Um yeah it was good but it sounded like yours was much better than mine!" He looked worried and his eyes started looking around the room as if he was avoiding making eye contact with me. "Why?" he asked as his face was turning bright red. "Well you said my name in your sleep" my thoughts turning to what he might have been dreaming about. "Oh… Umm… Sorry dude." I smirk at him and nod as if to say don't worry about it.

There was an awkward silence for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably only a few minutes. The silence was broken by my mom shouting up the stairs. "Dude, breakfast is ready, shall we go down?" Kyle simply nodded, got out of bed and started to get dressed. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I also blindly dressed. Being on the basketball team gave Kyle a pretty good body, his hair which was now a lot calmer than it used to be bounced around as he struggled with his socks. It was then I noticed he was dressed and looking strait at me with a weird smirk on his face. I blushed again and quickly turned away. "W.. We should go down for breakfast" I suggested. Kyle said nothing he just walked past me and out the door, I followed behind.

We took our seats at the kitchen table where there were two plates with some over cooked eggs, burnt vegetarian bacon and beans that had been boiled that long the juice had evaporated to just leave the beans themselves. Mom had remembered that Kyle was vegetarian, wow. "Wow mom thanks, this is great!" My mom's cooking obviously was far from great, it never has been that good but I'd always compliment her on it as I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Kyle also complimented her on the food, he'd obviously realized at what I was doing. Mom smiled and left the kitchen. We finished our breakfasts in silence although this time it wasn't an awkward silence, as usual with any guys there's no room for conversation when there's food to be eaten even if the food isn't that good.

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We'd returned to my room after breakfast where some further silence ensued. It was back to the awkward silence again, I don't think Kyle knew what to say or at least he was scared to say anything at all possibly in fear of saying the wrong thing and I was so confused over these new found feeling I was having that my head was hurting too much to say anything at all. Eventually Kyle broke the silence and suggested we should head out. I didn't even bother to ask where we should go or what we should do, I was just glad that the silence was over and we could get out of the house. We collected our coats and I told mom I'd be back later as we left the front porch.

We soon found ourselves walking into Stark's Pond. I'm not too sure how we got here, I guess as it was one of the places we hung out regularly we'd automatically walked there. We both sat next to each other on one of the benches and the silence started again although this time it lasted only a moment before I turned to notice Kyle was staring at me. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite work out but whatever that look was it sent chills running up my spine. I quickly looked away as thoughts started running through my mind faster and faster. Did I like Kyle? What about Bebe? We're dating for god sake. Kyle breaks me from my thoughts "St Stan, do you… Um… Like me?" I really wasn't expecting that and it took me by complete surprise which Kyle obviously noticed as he quickly turned away to look at the pond and started nervously rubbing his fingers together.

How do I answer that question? The question I do not know the answer to myself. I think about it for a moment before I smile at him and say "I don't know Kyle. I do feel differently about you now for some reason but I don't know what to make of it, I'm so confused right now. I need some time to think about this" Confused isn't the word for it. A few days ago I was happily dating Bebe and certain that I was heterosexual and now I find myself having feelings for Kyle that I never knew I could have for him or for any guy for that matter. I had to get some time alone to think, to work out what I wanted and not what I thought I wanted.

I explained to Kyle that I wanted some time alone to think and he looked sad and worried and from the look on his face he's obviously over thinking as usual and has probably already gone down the route of I'm never going to speak to him again and that I'm going to avoid seeing him. I'd never actually do that and I hope that deep down he does know that. After a minute of what must have been his brain telling him he'd totally fucked this up he agreed and we went our separate ways.