Quickly gathering my thoughts, I sat up and scanned my surroundings. Why were we at Stan's? Where are Kenny and Butters? "Um, Where did Kenny and Butters go?" I asked, leaning against the hood of Stan's truck that, apparently, I was sitting on. "They went to go...eat." Stan decided, smirking slightly at his choice of words.
"Yeah I know, but I thought we were going with them." I explained as he let out a laugh. "I really don't think we would be doing very much eating where they were going. So I suggested we go to my house instead. You just nodded when I asked..."
"Where did they go?" I asked curiously. "A gay bar." Stan stated bluntly, trying his best not to laugh. "The idea didnt really appeal to me, so I asked you but you seemed to be in really deep thought about something." Oh, so thats what he and Kenny were talking about. "Oh, okay then." I replied, leaning back against the car and, with an epic display of ninja skills, managed to land on my feet beside Stan. "So, what do you wanna do?" Stan shrugged and smiled, making me blush at the sight of it. "Whatever you wanna do is fine with me." I smiled to myself as we thought of ideas.
"How 'bout we go catch a movie?" Stan suggested, turning his head ever-so slightly and glancing at me with one eye, other covered by his beautiful, raven hair beneath his blue and red poof-ball hat. "Sure, sounds good." I smiled shyly, hoping I wasn't blushing as hard as I felt. Stan smiled and headed for his side of the car. "Okay then lets go!"
About 5 minutes into the ride, Stan and I had already decided on the movie we we would be seeing, Nightmare On Elm Street, and the car was silent. I welcomed the silence and allowed my head to rest against my arm in the palm of my hand, which was rightfully placed on the elbow rest of the door. The whole night slowly began playing out in my mind.
I, Kyle Broflovski, was gay.
Not only gay, but I had a boyfriend too-boot. And not just any boyfriend ethire, oh no, I was dating Stan Marsh. Stan fucking Marsh! Football star, strong, sexy, and smart. He was the perfect guy. The perfect boyfriend. Any girl in the world, would give anything to get him, and I had landed him. Okay maybe not any girl in the world -definantly South Park- but you get my point. A small part of my brain smiled as I realized how lucky I actually was. Stan and I had always been super best friends, for as long as I can remember. I knew everything about him and he about me, it just seems so perfect, so completely unreal, that now we were even closer than ever. Connected by a bond of friendship that soon lead to a bond made by the confusing as hell emotion people call, love.
Half of my mind figured this was all just a dream. That soon enough I would wake up and find myself laying in bed staring up at my white ceiling tiles with the broken dream of Stan and I being together, that being what I usually dreamed about anyway. However, the conscious part of me knew it was reality. For once in my crappy-ass life, I felt happy. It didnt seem possible, but I guess it was.
A large bump in the road awoke me from my thoughts and I bolted up in my seat. I blinked my eyes to banish the blurred sight and began to see more clearly. "You awake?" Stan asked, not looking away from the road but reaching over and rubbing my knee carefully. "I think you fell asleep, sorry if that pothole woke you."
"I-I guess I did." I lifted up my hat and scratched my head underneath. Removing the hat completely, I shook my hair back into place, tossing my hat back on just as quickly as I had took it off. God I hate my hair.
"Just about there." Stan smiled, removing his hand from my knee and back onto the wheel. "I figured if we were going out, we should go to the better theater down in Denver. That okay?" I nodded, smiling sheepishly even though I was sure he wasn't looking at me. "Yeah, that sounds great." Stan nodded as well, a satisfied look drawn across his face.
"Alright then."
