Disclaimer : I own nothing of any significance . . .
Characters : Stan, Kyle
Warnings : Nothing really.
FOB Is For Fags
Kyle stepped into Stan's room, and sat down beside the teen, who was lying down, on Stan's bed. Stan opened one eye and saw Kyle sitting there. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He pulled his left ear bud out, and sat up.
"Hey, dude. What's up?" Stan asked. Kyle shrugged and grabbed the vacant earphone. Kyle shoved it into his ear, and instantly recognized the tune.
"Ew, you're listening to Fall Out Boy? Dude, only fags listen to that crap," Kyle said to Stan, throwing the headphone out of his ear, dramatically.
Stan shrugged. "I like this song," he mumbled. Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Lemme guess? You think it's fun and a great song to dance to?" Kyle asked, in a monotone voice.
Stan laughed nervously, not wanting to admit that what Kyle had said was the complete and utter truth. Unfortunately for Stan, Kyle could read him like a book.
"Ugh, you can't be serious . . . Everyone in the world likes that song, when it's just a load of crap!" Kyle exclaimed, falling back onto the bed. "And everyone thinks they are so creative with all their videos and stuff, but really, are they? They just use their videos to broaden audiences. Like the one with the monkeys? Or the fighting vampire one?"
Stan begun to get bored of Kyle's little rant, and he too laid back on his bed. Kyle was still going on about his hate for FOB, but Stan was no longer interested or listening. A moment later, Kyle sighed.
"Why can't you listen to anything good?" he asked, sadly.
"Ky . . . Just . . . shut up." Stan yawned and closed his eyes once more.
Kyle puffed his cheeks out, pouting. "You're mean . . ." he muttered.
"And you're ranting. I think we're even," Stan replied. Kyle let out a soft growl. Kyle noticed that Stan hadn't put the other earphone back in, and took it as an open invitation.
Kyle jammed the headphone into his ear, and sighed once more. He was glad the song had changed, but still kinda mad at Stan for ignoring him.
Stan could sense some tense vibes coming off Kyle and smirked. He opened one blue eye and saw that the other teen's eyes were closed, and his smirk grew. Stan tilted his head to the side and softly placed his lips upon Kyle's forehead.
"Sorry," he mumbled, against Kyle's head, barely loud enough to hear. A smile graced Kyle's facial features.
"Pffft. Cheesy."
Kyle is so critical . . . -loves him-
I'm soooo getting flammed for this . . .
:D
-Taryn