He was irritated.
In all fairness, he was always irritated, but this? It was different.
It was the kind of irritation where Kyle had no other choice than to act as if he was fine, because if he didn't than his best friend would know that something was wrong and Kyle couldn't have that.
Shoving a spoon of ice cream into his mouth Kyle had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Stan and Wendy sat across from him lovingly feeding each other. It was annoying for two reasons, Kyle didn't see the point in PDA, there was no reason to shove your happiness in others faces, and the fact that it Wendy sitting next to Stan, not him.
He wanted to be the one feeding Stan ice cream. He wanted to be the one holding his hand, and hugging him before they parted ways to class. Kyle wanted to be the one who was with Stan, not Wendy.
He didn't know when it started, but over time his little crush on Stan turned into something much more.
Stan was the first thing Kyle would think of in the morning, and the last thing that was on his mind before he went to sleep. He would think of the way Stan's hair would tangle together overnight and stick to his head after a night of sweating. He would think of Stan's dark blue eyes that shined in the moonlight when they would stay up and talk until all hours of the night. He would think about what it would be like kiss those thin, chapped lips.
Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, he shifted his gaze down to his lap. "You okay Kyle?" Stan asked him in that stupid, rough voice of his.
"Yeah dude, I'm just hot." Kyle lied taking his jacket off to make it seem all the more true. "Do you think it's hot in here?"
Stan quirked an eyebrow and looked over at Wendy who shook her head before he looked back over at Kyle. "Kyle, if anything it's a little cold in here." Stan sounded worried. Of course he did. Stan was amazing like that. Lifting himself up Stan reached over the table and placed his hand on Kyle's forehead, then moved it to his cheek, making Kyle's face as red as his hair.
"I'm fine Stan." Kyle insisted wanting Stan to stop touching him. It was for his own stainity really.
Stan quirked his face in a way that said that he didn't believe him. "Hey Wendy? I'm going to give you the cash to pay for this, but I'm going to take Kyle home. I know how bad it can get when he's sick and-"
Wendy lifted her hand to Stan's lips and smiled. "It's fine. Go."
"You won't be mad?" Kyle grit his teeth at that. Stan was always so worried about upsetting her.
"No, if anything I think it's sweet how much you two love each other." She said with a smile.
"Yeah." Kyle crossed his arms and he stood up to follow Stan who was already up and taking money out of his wallet to hand to Wendy. "Sweet." If only she knew just how much Kyle loved Stan. She probably wouldn't think it was very sweet then.