Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or these characters, the show would just be pure porn if I did.
This chapter is rated M for swearing. It's fucking South Park!
Good Boys, Girls, and all other non binary genders (Genderfluid, Cis, Trans*, etc.) shouldn't do what these kids do.
There's also a song placed somewhere at the end I do not own that either.
Chapter Two
Playing Hooky
The Terrence and Phillip alarm clock went off releasing a bunch of farting noises and laughing. Stan shut it off and laid back in bed attempting to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
"STANLY WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Randy busted through door succeeding in giving Stan a fucking heart attack.
The tan football player groaned and pulled the covers over his head. Sometimes he really hated his dad. Randy grabbed the covers and tore them off the ravenette the sudden light practically burning Stan's eyes.
"Agh! Dad, why the hell are you naked?" Stan quizzed completely confused by his father's antics. You would think that he would be used to it by now but, Randy always succeeded in shocking Stan.
"I came in to wake you up but I forgot to put pants on," was Randy's only response. Stan groaned and pinched his nose in aggravation and then decided to just drop it and get ready for school. He tumbled into his bathroom and took a very sleepy piss. He washed his hands and started to brush his teeth. Despite popular belief Stan is a hygiene freak he makes sure he stays extra clean. The tan boy tore off his shirt revealing his defined abs and started his shower. He let it warm up a little.
Next removing his pants he noticed the 'Little Stan' was already up saying good morning to everyone. He chose to ignore it like usual and hopped in under the shower head. Letting the water spray down his back, he let his mind wander a bit as he undesirably remembered the events that occurred last night. His face heated up in remembrance of the little Jew's blushing face and clouded eyes. The soft, timid touch of the other's lips and how Kyle had no idea how bad Stan wished to actually kiss him. He wanted to press him against that door not caring who saw and ravage the red head's neck. Fuck. Just thinking of the way he would moan excited Stan.
Wait….
Stan's eyes grew wide. Why would he want to do all that? Kyle is his best male friend plus he has a hot and smart girlfriend why wasn't he thinking of her? Stan grabbed the nozzle and change the water to cold. He really needed to simmer down.
After getting dress in a plain black T, dark denim jeans, and his dark brown leather jacket he bounced down the stairs grabbing the rail and jumping over it when he made it to the last few steps. Shelly was laying on the couch tired from partying. She was in her senior year and she was not going to school especially since she was sporting a deadly hang over. Stan smiled softly. Yeah, Shelly was a huge bitch to him and his friends since they were younger but now she is like a small bitch. Now, that she doesn't have to wear her ridiculous head gear anymore and had taken up boxing to deal with her anger. She is far more pleasant than how she was before. Stan grabbed an extra blanket from the hall closet and draped it over her sleeping form.
He then grabbed his keys from the key rack and jingled it as he said his goodbyes.
"BYE!" he yelled instantly regretting it.
"GET THE FUCK OUT, SHIT FACE!" Shelly screamed tugging the covers over her face. Stan had froze in place scared of what Shelley might do next. She had a hangover and didn't want to be disturbed. "Have a nice day at school, lil' bro" Shelly continued this time her tone a bit softer, dare I say sweeter? Stan smiled tilting his head and leaving out the door.
On the way to school he wondered if it was still a good idea to pick Kyle up. After that close encounter from before, he doubted he could control himself. Or that's not right….he meant things could be awkward. They didn't kiss but they were so close, it was like they really did kiss and that would make things awkward. In the middle of his thought process he failed to realize that he was already outside his best friend's house. Stan sighed.
"Fuck," he swore. "I'm doing this." Stan exited the car and went straight up to the door. He didn't bother to knock since he already had the key. A few years back both families sat down and had a talk decided that it would be fine if both boys could get a spare house key. It's gotten to the point were neither family gave any fucks where Stan or Kyle was because they knew they would be at each other's house. Shit, they hang out at each other's houses even when the other isn't even home now that's trust.
The tall dark haired male entered the house taking his red sneakers off at the door. He could smell the tantalizing fragrance of home cooking and he followed the scent, his mouth watering. Upon exiting the mouth of the hallway and into the kitchen he saw Sheila cooking away and Ike and Gerald sitting down at the table.
"Smells good," Stan praised surprising Sheila.
"OH Stanly! I didn't know you were here. Did you stay the night?" Stan shook his head no. "Oh I see well, be thankful I made more food than normal. Oh and can you go and get Kyle for me? I'm afraid he'll be late if he doesn't get his butt up now," Stan responded by walking towards the stairs.
He open the first door to the left and entered to find Kyle sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful. The ravenette could not wait to destroy his undisturbed slumber. Stan got on his knees close to the edge of Kyle's bed and pressed his lips close to the smaller boy's ear.
"Kyle?" he started sweetly kissing the kosher appendage.
"hnnn?" Kyle cracked one eye open.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Stan screeched into his best friend's ear. Kyle jumped up his eyes wide and ears ringing severely. Kyle was not a morning person and let's say he wasn't a very happy camper at this time. He saw Stan in fits of shits and giggles all over his floor and he got up and promptly stomped the hysterical man in his stomach. Stan was now in pain but, continued to laugh harder when he saw Kyle's ridiculous hair. Sticking up in various places he looked like a red head version of Tweek.
"Fuck off," Kyle growled shutting the bathroom door and washed up knowing it was too late to take a full on shower. He glared at the blushed that played on his cheeks. His heart wasn't prepared to see Stan's face so close to his own. His eyes trailed to his soft looking lips. His fingers shot up to caress them. He could feel the warm sensation from Stan's breath still lingering there. He shook the thought out of his head. He decided to forget what happened last night. After he ran inside last night he couldn't fall asleep so he laid in his bed trying to get his mind off that almost kiss. Groaning at the bags under his eyes he continued to get ready. Now dressed, he and Stan ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to enjoy a hearty breakfast. Stan's phone buzzed and Stan checked it seeing it was Wendy. He attempted to text back but Sheila snapped.
"You know the rules, Stanly; No phones at the table," Stan apologized and promptly put his phone in his back pocket.
"Stan, yesterday Kyle said that 'he missed your hot steamy rod in his tight Jew ass' what does that mean?" Ike spoke up making sure to give Kyle a side glance of vengeance. Both Kyle and Stan choked on their food, Sheila's eyes shot open and Gerald put his newspaper aside. The whole table sat in completely silence until Gerald coughed uncomfortably.
Stan looked to Kyle for explanation but was met with Kyle's signature "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" face. Kyle grabbed Stan by the shirt dragging him away from the table and glared at his little asshole brother. Ike smiled and waved goodbye mumbling something like "next time you'll get the door your own fucking self" that kid was fucking maniacal and scary as shit. Kyle made a note to self that puberty just hit again and to watch out for Ike next time.
Out at the car Kyle told Stan to just forget about that and they pulled out on their way to school. Stan continued to try and bring it up but Kyle ignored his attempts to figure out what the fuck that was.
"Man, I didn't do that fucking Physics homework for Mr. K's class!" Kyle stressed.
"Don't worry about it," Stan didn't worry so much knowing that Mr. K only kicks kids out to do the homework in the hallway and he and Kenny usually just goofed off anyway. "Just make up some bull shit story and he'll be cool since it's you, and you always do your homework," Stan reassured.
"I have to worry about it! If I don't do my homework I won't be prepared for the tests and I'll fail and then I can't go to Doctor College or some shit and I can't be a doctor!"
"Do you even want to be a doctor?"
"No, I wanna be a basketball player." It was true Kyle didn't really want to be a doctor but, he wasn't exactly sure of what he wanted but, his mom wanted him to be a doctor. So for now he'd just stay in school.
"Dude." Stan sighed he didn't like it when Kyle listened to his mom so much. He loved Sheila but sometimes she was just too much of an influence on Kyle. "Hmm…oh look it's Kenny," Stan's small attention span spotted the dirty blonde walking into the Kum&Go located just around the corner from the school. "Let's go."
"No way, dude, we're going to be late for school if we keep this up," Kyle warned him. Stan rolled his eyes sometimes Kyle could just be a party pooper especially when it came to school. Not that Stan wasn't serious about his education he just didn't give a fuck about skipping Geometry. Like who is really using the quadratic formula in real life? Okay, so a lot of people but whatever Stan already knows how to use that shit. Stan turned into the convenient store parking lot anyway.
"Real quick...I'll buy you anything you want, ok?" Stan gave his best puppy dog face which he knew no one could resist. Kyle rolled his eyes he hated when Stan used all his charm on him especially because it worked every single time.
"Fine. Do not expect it to be a pack of gum, ok?" Kyle teased as they got out of the car and walked in through the doors. Immediately Kyle went to the candy section and started picking out handfuls. Poor Stan's wallet. Meanwhile, said noirette was prowling about for his lanky friend when he heard familiar obnoxious laughter that could only belong to a Donovan. The next thing he saw was the dumbest scene he had ever seen in his sixteen years of life and that's saying something. Kenny was mooning people from the store windows, Clyde was being loud and rowdy, Token was face palming wondering why he even hung out with these losers, and Craig was documenting the whole scene on his camera.
"Stan!" Kenny exclaimed like some excited girlfriend. He ran towards his black haired friend but Stan instantly rejected him.
"At least put your dick away dude," Stan groaned in disgust and amusement. "Nice dick by the way," he complemented.
"Aww but then we can't have our sexy times and thanks," the dirty blonde grinned after winking extra fucking creepily. Next thing Stan heard was Clyde greeting him with an eager "YO!" and Token with a simple but still smooth "Hey" and a fist bump. He was so fucking cool. Stan smiled. Clyde might be an annoying cry baby at times but he and Token are still pretty fucking cool and hilarious guys to hang out around.
"Marsh," and then there was Craig. The tall mother fuck who towered above Stan by a meager inch and never let him live it down glared at Stan with his piercing icy blue eyes. Stan and Craig looked pretty similar with only subtle differences. So you would wonder why they fought constantly. Stan was more muscle toned and tan and Craig was tall, pale, and lanky. Stan fixed his face in a scowl, thinning his lips.
"Tucker," Stan retorted.
"I love it when you say my name, Marsh it gives me powers, you cum dump" Stan narrowed his eyes. Craig was an asshole. Not for the fact that he picks fights with Stan for no apparent reason but when he does he stays completely monotone like a creepy pissed off computer. They stared at each other intensely soaking up the hatred until Kenny butted in.
"SO ANYWAY! Stan! Bebe is going to throw a kick ass party this weekend and everyone is gonna be there you should come," Kenny desperately diverted both their attention.
"Yeah, Marsh let's party. Fucking Bebe always has hot chicks at her party so if you ever get tired of your girlfriend over there…" Craig smirked pointing to Kyle who was still picking out more candy.
"God, Craig, you're such an asshole," Stan ignored him.
"Thank you," was the other taller raven haired boy's reply. "Now fuck off Marsh, your boyfriend looks impatient over there. I think his ass is lonely," Craig pointed out a severely pissed Kyle. He has been standing there waiting patiently for Stan realize that the final bell has rung and they were all late for school.
"Shit," all the guys laughed at him as he walked over to Kyle who was waiting in line for Stan to pay for his mountain of candy. Stan didn't mind since candy always put the Jew in a good mood and he wanted Kyle to be happier before the red head could chew his head off. He tempted to tell him he couldn't have all of that because of Kyle's diabetes but then he decided to just stay quiet out of fear. Once they got to school they sneaked in and luckily they only missed a little bit of first period. Kyle had English Honors and Stan had stupid ass Geometry.
"Mr. Marsh, If you feel this class is so boring I could gladly talk to your coach, who so happens to be next door," it was now 3rd period and Stan had fell asleep in his American Government class. He hated this class, his teacher was a mega bitch who always threatened to call his football couch on him. Plus she didn't even teach American Government, she just rambled on and on about how fucked up politics and political leaders are.
"Sorry I won't do it again, you fat bitch," Stan muttered.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I-I said I got an eye twitch!"
"oh," Stan sat straight up and tried to focus for the rest of the class. Stan was actually pretty smart even if he goofed off in class he knew the material and studied when he needed to. So it wasn't like his teachers could complain completely. Next period was gym which he excelled in, of course. He took a weight class and his teacher/coach was a fucking body builder, who he was sure was on steroids. The roid rage was real.
"MARSH! YOU CALL THAT A PULL UP?" The gym teacher, Mr. Peters yelled into the noirette's ear. "DO IT WITH ONE HAND, SON." Stan obeyed and started pulling up with one arm at first with ease and then he started to slow down his arm in now in full pain. "PICK UP THE PACE, MARSH!" Mr. Peters commanded once again.
Right at that moment Stan saw out the weight room window, Kyle and his class coming from outside. As Stan was very good at gym Kyle hated gym only really participating when the class was playing basketball. The emerald eyed boy smiled at Stan causing Stan to pull up faster and flex his muscles to impress his friend. When it work he smirked to himself and quickly switched hands hiding his face of pain from the window. When he turned back to check the kosher man was gone. Stan hopped down from the bar receiving more demands from the teacher.
"Dude, you really need to chill, I mean I know you're mad and all about the tiny dick but hey there's some chicks who are into that kind of thing…." Stan slapped a hand over his mouth. Sometimes he just didn't know when to not chew someone out for being an asshole. Don't get me wrong he loves to call bullshit but he knew Mr. Peters was about to lose his shit.
Stan was right Mr. Peters turned so red you'd think he was related to the kool aid man. After screaming and yelling and breaking a few things he made Stan run around the track 32 times and then walk on his hands for one. Making the tan boy late for his next class and unable to change.
Hey showed up to 5th period Homeroom all sweaty and out of breath. In here his teacher was Mr. Garrison who was a man right now. (Don't ask him why the man had followed them to high school everyone just rolled with it). The class was composed of everyone from the original elementary class from back then. It was his favorite class it felt like the good ol' times where things weren't as complicated.
"Dude, you look like shit," Kenny commented.
"I know, fucking Peters and his sensitive roid raging ass," Stan replied sitting down still panting and laying his head on his plain blue book bag. "Where's Wendy?" Stan questioned looking around the room for his girlfriend.
"Did you forget she does announcements on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?"
"Oh yeah…"
"You're a terrible fucking boyfriend. At least for Wendy…for Kyle however…"
"Oh come on not this again," Stan slumped down in his chair. Kenny has been trying to convince Stan that Kyle is apparently the love of his life. Ok so some weird shit had happen but it's moved on now. They are past that.
"Look, all I'm saying is you guys are real cute so what's the wait?" Kenny asked.
"I have a girlfriend, remember?" Stan answered in a "duh" like manor.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I forgot to mention your super amazing relationshit," Kenny continued the sarcasm laid on thick in his voice. Rolling his eyes he smiled at Butters and waved to him from across room. Leaning back in his chair he pulled out a stick out gum and unwrapped it. He offered some to Stan but the dark haired teen politely refused.
"Whatever, so what's this party for?" Stan changed the subject. After that confusion from this morning and last night he just didn't want to think about it. He was afraid he wouldn't like the answer. He was scared he may lose everything he has now all for some stupid little thing, whatever it is. He just wants to salvage all he had now.
"Something about the older Cheer captain graduating and her becoming captain of the cheerleading team this year and she's also gonna run for homecoming queen," Kenny informed. Stan knew Bebe liked to party but she would never ever have a party at her house. Too much shit to clean up afterwards.
"Really?" Stan tried to listen but he noticed Kyle coming in from helping out a teacher and waving to Stan before sitting next to Butters and few other kids.
"Yeah, but I guess you don't care since you're gonna be king huh? Bebe or Kyle? Nice tits or a nice ass?" Kenny compared them both. Seeming to be completely torn he decide to have both.
"Dude, I still have a fucking girlfriend ya know?" Stan repeated a little more pissed off than before.
"Yeah, of course, Kyle, anyway-"
"Can you stop fucking joking around? Kyle and I are friends! Get it through your thick head; F-R-I-E-N-D-S! Geez I'm tired of you making it so awkward, you just play too much!" Stan snapped. His irritation reaching Mount. Everest levels.
"Fine. I get it," Kenny accepted. He just wished Stan would stop avoiding things when he didn't want to know the answer to them. Pussying out on what could be is stupid. Just because he is afraid of change doesn't mean he should coward every time he has to think. Though, if he would have tried to say this to his black haired friend, Stan would definitely not listen.
The bell rang for Lunch period. Everyone quickly evacuated the room, Stan called across telling Kyle he was going to grabbed them some seats. Making a B line for the cafeteria Stan grabbed a few seats and waited for his friends to arrive. Fortunately there was enough room even with Cartman. Stan and the rest of the gang got up to grab some food and return to their seats.
"Is that all you're eating, Tweek?" Stan pointed to the fidgeting blonde's plate of salad.
"I-I'm n-not very hungry…" Tweek explained. Stan shrugged his shoulders while Kyle scorned Tweek for eating like an anorexic person and dug into his double cheese burger enjoying the shit out of that heart attack. Mmm….school cafeteria food. Though, Stan and everyone knew it would never be as good as Chef's cooking. Now that black man could cook!
"A-anyway Kyle an' I were talking du-during class an' he said he could tie a cherry stem with his tongue!" Butters exclaimed. Pip agreed that the Jew did in fact say this. Said Jew blushed fiercely and hid his face with the apple he was biting into.
"No. Way." Kenny was in amazement as he elbowed Stan extra fucking hard in the side. Stan retorted by doing the same except harder. Kenny mouthed to Stan that, the fact that he was able to do that was so fucking sexy. Stan gave him another jab in the side.
"Bet." Cartman challenged. A twinkle in Kyle's eye appeared he loved to bet Cartman out of his money.
"You're on fat boy," Kyle grabbed the cherry from Stan's smoothie. He brought it up above his head and wrapped his tongue around the fruit. He ate the cherry and then put the stem into his mouth. Stan watched at the ginger chewed lightly softening it. Staring as his friend visibly manipulated the fruit's stem and only moments later stuck his tongue out to show off a tied cherry stem. Everyone cheered and yelled in disbelief. Kyle smile triumphantly as Cartman forked over the cash. Everyone one else went wild asking Kyle to do it again or to teach them. Kenny pleaded for a blowjob, he was punched in the face for the comment.
Stan tried hard to stay unemotional. He stared hard at Kyle's talented mouth. He knew of some other things Kyle can show him with that mouth. Stan could feel himself growl. He sighed. He spotted Tucker sitting with his friends. His face as stoic as always. How the hell does Craig always stay so calm, cool, and collected? Keeping his face so straight even when something like this happens. Probably drugs. Definitely drugs. Yep, that kid is probably doped up on harpocacihydrogen or some shit.
"Oh yeah, he can do a lot of tricks with his mouth plus he showed us this trick in dance class and I didn't know he was that flexible!" Bebe chimed in only making matters worse. Stan really wished he had some of that harpocacihydrogen shit right about now. After the lunch bell rang Stan pulled Kyle to the side.
"You wanna play hooky?" Stan offered.
"No, Stan I have trigonometry and physics next," Kyle declined.
"Now I know that you know damn well that you're over excelling at both of those classes, com'on skip school with me let's hang out plus its only two classes and it's not like you've never skipped before. Kyle glared at his black haired friend. "Just two classes," Stan restated trying to convince Kyle further.
"Fine." weighed the pros and cons and decided to go along with Stan's wishes only because the raven boy asked so pleadingly. Plus who could resist Stan's charm? Kyle would never admit it but even he swooned at the quarter backs winning smile.
"Meet me in the parking lot," before Kyle could question where Stan had left. Kyle glared crossing his arms and clicking his tongue. He rolled his eyes and with a hidden smile he grabbed his bag and went to his locker. He was going to ditch school with Stan. He felt a sting in the pit of his stomach.
"What took you so long, man?" Stan asked standing straight after leaning on his car.
"Not everyone can just waltz out the front door like you," Kyle retorted. He then explained how he had to go through the lunch room and through the back and then circle around. Stan on the other hand had chatted up a few security guards and then walked right out. The perks of being on varsity and being the quarterback none the less. While even though Kyle was basketball captain he didn't get a lot of recognition because he doesn't look like the rest of the team. It kinda pisses him off.
"I'll note that, now hop in the car lets go home."
"Ok," Kyle scrunched up his nose confused on why Stan wanted to go home when they had just ditched school! It didn't take so long returning back to the Marsh residence. By this time no one was home even Shelly's hung over body wasn't all sprawled across the sofa anymore.
Stan wasn't planning on being alone with Kyle but decided having Kenny over would make matters worse.
"Come on," Stan allured Kyle to his bedroom door and opened it. They both stepped in and flopped down on the bed.
"I can't believe I skipped school today...I haven't done this in a long time" Kyle muttered in amazement. He tried to keep up his appearance. He wanted to run for student president next year. After the humiliating defeat of both Wendy and Kyle losing to Cartman. Kyle was made to be treasurer and Wendy was Vice President. (Also just if you were wondering Gregory is the secretary.)
"I can't believe you learned to live a little," Stan smirked playfully.
"Whatever," Kyle smiled turning over on his side. Stan followed and settled in a similar position. They were staring at each other in silence. Kyle studied every rugged angle in Stan's face. Lucky him got to go through puberty gracefully. He looked like a roman god. Sun kissed skin and perfect dark blue eyes.
Stan stared back in the same way admiring the kosher man's boyish features. His slender chin and nose with chubby like cheeks. Kyle was intriguing. There was no other way to describe him. His curly wild locks only adding to his charm. And damn those emerald eyes like precious jewels that shone clear in the light. Intriguing indeed.
"Hey, is that your old guitar?" Kyle stared at the musical instrument. It was an ordinary light brown fender guitar. A nostalgic smile showed on the red head's face. He remembered when he had moved away Stan had made a hit song just to bring him back. Just the thought made him feel special. "You should sing me a song," he suggested.
"Sure," Stan sat up and reached over setting the guitar on his lap and checking it for tuning. "Well look at that, it's still in tune, amazing," it hasn't been too long since he played but it's still been a good minute. Stan remembered how he learned guitar just to sing that song for Kyle. Thinking about it he would still do anything if he needed to get his super best friend back. The football player started out strumming a few soft notes. After the intro he started to sing. Kyle laid his head down next to Stan's lap and watched him carry a tune.
…
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
But he moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along
Who'd blame them?
You've grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever
(Come On Eileen)
Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Stan's voice lifted an octave higher. His voice deemed pleasant to Kyle's ears as he then went into the chorus.
Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear what he means (what he means)
At this moment you mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Stan winked at the Jew causing a blush to set on his cheeks.
Oh, come on Eileen…
Kyle loved Stan's voice it wasn't amazing but it sounded good. The song was an old one but his voice complemented the slow constant strumming of his fingers. The chords of the song were simple for him as he played with such ease. You'd would have never guessed he hadn't played for a long time. "You should play it faster," Kyle suggested. Stan complied but was no longer able to sing any higher. Kyle sighed sitting up and helped him out. Kyle hated to sing but Butters has complemented his so called 'lovely alto voice' whatever the hell that means.
….
These people round here
Wear beaten down eyes sunk
In smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no not ever)
But not us (not ever)
We are far too young and clever
(Remember)
Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye
And you'll hum this tune forever
Stan smiled wide as Kyle started to really feel the song. His voice reaching notes Stan couldn't hit making the black haired teen wonder why Kyle wasn't in choir or something. Oh yeah, he had no rhythm
Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear what he means
Aah, come on let's
Take off everything
This time Kyle winked at Stan retaliating for the earlier embarrassment.
That pretty red dress
Eileen (tell him yes)
Aah, come on let's
Aah, come on Eileen
That pretty red dress
Eileen (tell him yes)
Aah, come on let's
Aah, come on Eileen…
"You're pretty good Kyle," Stan kept strumming. The bridged came in and they sang together. Their voices perfectly harmonizing and their eyes focused on each other.
…
Come on Eileen, too-rye-aye
Come on Eileen, too-rye-aye
Now you're full grown
Now you have shown
Oh, Eileen
Say, come on Eileen
These things they are real and I know
How you feel
Now I must say more than ever
Things round here have changed
I say, too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye-aye
Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Which are dirty
Aah, come on Eileen
Aah, come on Eileen
Oh, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Well, they're dirty
Come on Eileen
Come on Eileen...
"Whoever said Jews can't keep tune was a fucking liar," Stan smiled. "Though, they were right about the not being able to dance part," Kyle slapped Stan in the arm and laughed at the truth in that statement. He was a terrible dancer.
"I can't believe we just sang to each other, sooo cheezy," Kyle smiled widely at Stan's laugh. They sat there and chatted about nonsense for a while and Kyle listened to Stan play a few more other songs.
"Now, I'm tired," Stan stated putting the guitar down and flopping back down bringing Kyle along with him.
"What about Bebe's party?" Kyle questioned.
"It's not till much later, we got time," the tan man yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Let's sleep." Kyle agreed and laid his head on Stan chest listening to his stilling heartbeat. Following his rhythmic breathing patterns. Stan sighed deeply bringing a warm puff of air down to hit the top of Kyle's hair. Kyle giggled a bit at the ticklish feeling and again focused on the soothing motions of sleep. Stan brought his arm around to Kyle's back rubbing meaningless circles into his backside. Slowly messaging the boy to sleep. They both laid there drifting off to sleep.
Authors Notes: Oh wow, ok so I feel like some scenes were too short or not descriptive enough. I tried to make this one enjoyable. If there is anything confusing let me know. Also I take constructive criticism very well so if there is a way to better my writing I want to know. I know I made the boys bad boys huh? I guess that's just my type….
Song Title: Come On Eileen by Dixxy and the Midnight Runners
(I do love the Save Ferris version) If you haven't heard this song, give it a try it's a fun song.
((For some reason I made Stan unbelievably strong, huh? Pull up with one hand? That's preposterous. Good time to mention Kyle can jump really frigging high so..strong legs? XD)).