Vine - Bros bein bros, enjajaja

Stan woke with a start from a strange dream. He wasn't sure if it counted as a nightmare, or could be considered the best dream he had ever had in his entire life. He rubbed his heated face, shuffling uncomfortably in his bed. He was eighteen now, and getting ready to graduate in a month. His super best friend, Kyle, and he would be heading out to California for college, both having been accepted with athletic scholarships.

Jumping out of bed, he went into his bathroom to shower and take care of a personal problem. Once he was clean and more settled, he got dressed and headed downstairs with his backpack. His thoughts were still on his dream from the night, but it wasn't the dream itself he was thinking of, but rather, the person it had involved.

The teen had had dreams like this before (who hadn't?), but he had never had one involving Kyle before. Usually, it was Wendy, his ex-girlfriend. He hadn't been with her since freshman year, but he had never thought of Kyle as a dateable person before.

He ate a pop-tart and slipped on his shoes, rushing to meet his friends at the bus stop. Because their home town of South Park was so small, it didn't have a high school of its own, but there was one in the county that North, West, and East Park also went to. Even with students from four schools attending, there were barely two thousand people. It was nice, in a way, as it meant less bullshit had come up over the years.

The biggest problem that they had dealt with was their first year, when the upperclassman from the other three schools hadn't taken kindly to Tweek and Craig. It had escalated almost to an all-out war between the towns, but Stan's gang, and along with Craig and those guys, had managed to get everyone settled. It helped a lot that the two gay kids could beat more ass individually than all the students from North Park combined.

That had taken most of the year, and since then, no problems had come up at the school. Everyone was glad, happy to have at least one place in their lives that had some semblance of normalcy.

Getting to the bus stop, he found Kyle was there already, a textbook in his hands. He was reading over something, and Stan could tell it was some advanced math that he could never understand. He smiled as he approached, slapping the cover of the book and knocking it up into Kyle's face and almost out of his hands.

"What's up, nerd?" he asked, wiggling his shoulders back and forth playfully.

Kyle glared at him, but the look quickly vanished. He smiled back and shook his head. "You're such a dick, Stan."

"Yep. But you love me and I love you," Stan teased, putting his hands on his hips and popping one out to the side. "Sorry, I don't make the friendship rules."

"Yes, you do," Kyle laughed, closing his book and placing it in his backpack. "I watched you write a list just last year and title it, 'The Rules for Being a Super Best Friend'. You wrote all your 'e's backwards too."

Stan blushed. "You saw that?" he asked, embarrassed.

His S.B.F nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry, it was cute."

"I heard the word 'cute'," a new voice called before Stan could respond. The pair turned to find their friend Kenny walking towards him, a bandana around his neck rather than over his mouth for once. Once he had outgrown his parka, Kenny had opted for a coat more like Kyle's (meaning it was still orange as fuck), but rather than a giant hood, he used a bandana to cover his face when it was cold.

"Hey, Kenny," they greeted in unison.

"Ooo, doing that creepy, talking together thing," he said with a bright grin. "Finally ready to admit you're a couple yet?"

Kenny asked them this at least once every other day. Ordinarily, Stan didn't mind and thought nothing of it, but now, in the wake of his dream... Luckily, Kyle stepped in, giving Kenny a firm 'no'.

"I'll get you one day," the teen declared. "Just watch."

The three stood for a few minutes in an easy silence, then Stan glanced around. "No Cartman today?"

"Nah, I guess he finally managed to fix up that car he found and he's test driving it to school. He's super excited, I actually hope it works out for him. He's worked hard on that thing," Kenny explained, getting nods in response from his friends.

"So, if he's waiting for us at school, all went well, if he isn't there, either he slept in, or his car broke down and he's stranded until someone gets him," Stan summarized.

"Maybe Token'll take pity on him and pick him up," Kyle said.

Cartman might have been a shithead when they were children, but he had grown up a lot in once entering middle school. He was still a schemer and tricky, but he wasn't a xenophobic, racist, Nazi-lover any longer. He had spent a number of years proving to his few friends that this change was real, and he was trying hard to be a better person. Occasionally, he would slip and say something cruel, but the regret in his apologies was always genuine.

The bus arrived and they climbed aboard, heading to the back where their usual seats were. Stan slid in by the window and Kyle took the spot beside him. Across the aisle, Butters was sitting alone, and Kenny gladly plonked himself down beside the other, striking up a cheerful conversation with the artsy blonde.

Kyle took out a different textbook and opened it to study on the ride to their school, and Stan's eyes drifted over him, quickly getting lost in thought.

Did he think Kyle was attractive? According to his dream, the answer was a definite yes. A 'hard' yes, as Kenny might put it, even. Blushing from his own stupid joke-pun, Stan forced his brain to continue on. What was it he found attractive about his best friend? A million memories rushed his mind, each vying to answer the question. The confused teen sighed and sagged in his seat against the cold metal of the wall. Apparently his subconscious had decided he was gay a long time ago.

Soon, they arrived at the school and the bus emptied, leaving Stan and Kyle to exit together. Once outside, Stan put out a hand and grabbed Kyle's wrist lightly, a silent message that he wanted to talk privately. Kyle looked at him questioningly, returning the text to his bag.

"What's up, Stan?" he asked, tugging at his lime green mittens.

Stan figured the best way to get his main question answered (would Kyle even be interested in him back?), would be to tell him about his dream.

"Bro, I had a dream we fucked," he said, his voice rising slightly at the end of the final word, making his statement sound more like a question.

Kyle blinked, his eyes widening a little before he answered, his tone gentle and comforting. "It's just a dream, dude."

Unable to keep his nervousness down, or his strangely rising disappoint, Stan let out a weak chuckle as his gaze lowered to his feet, and he made an attempt at damage control. He didn't want to lose Kyle's friendship over this. "Heh, gay. I wouldn't fuck you."

There was a long pause, long enough that Stan thought Kyle had walked away without him hearing somehow. He shifted, considering looking up when he heard Kyle speak, his voice so low he almost missed it.

"... you wouldn't?"

Stan's head snapped up and his eyes locked with his super best friend's. Kyle was blushing, and Stan could feel the heat rising again in his face. "I-I mean, unless you... want to..." he offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

The friends stood beside the bus for a few more minutes, unaware of the bell ringing to call them in, or the cold of the air around them. They also didn't notice they had moved closer to one another until they found themselves wrapped in each other's arms. Their faces inched closer, and Stan's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, feeling Kyle do the same.

The blast of a car horn shocked the pair apart, and they jumped away from each other, looking around for the source of the noise. They saw an old, beat up car pulling into the parking lot, Cartman behind the wheel. He grinned at them as he shut the car off and got out, backpack slung over his shoulder.

"What did I arrive just in time to see?" he asked, walking towards them.

"Shut up, Cartman, let's just go inside before we get detention," Kyle snapped, his face as red as his hair.

"Alright, Queer-mos. Just be sure to invite me to the wedding."

"CARTMAN!"

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