A continuation of Twilight...

Fireflies

The sun had just set, but night had not yet fully taken hold of the world. It was at that point that Stan decided it was time to call it quits for swimming. He wasn't afraid of catching cold, since it was the middle of the summer and still fairly warm out despite the lack of sunlight; he was just tired of swimming by himself. He'd tried to get Kyle to join him, but he'd opted to stay dry and watch the sky.

Well, if Kyle wasn't going to come to the water, Stan would just have to bring the water to him. It was with this thought and a devious smirk that he crept up on Kyle, who was still lost in whatever thoughts occupied his mind as he stared upwards into the fading light. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do; it was rare to see such a peaceful look on his best friend's face. But with the option of either standing there waiting to be noticed staring at Kyle, or to make his move while undetected, it wasn't much of a choice at all.

And so, he pounced.

Kyle let out some strangled noise halfway between a grunt and a shriek, before whatever it was died into a round of laughter as he tried to push the sopping wet body off of him. "Dammit Stan, you asshole!"

"Asshole? I'm wounded!" Just for that, Stan dug his blunted nails into Kyle's sides in an attempt to tickle the other, and immediately was met with a howl of annoyance amid the laughter when Kyle realized what he was doing.

"You're gonna be if you don't get off of me right now!" With that brief warning, Stan quickly found himself on his back, winded from the impact.

"Jesus," he wheezed. "Where's that kinda strength on the field? You've been holding back, man." But Kyle just laughed at this, which perplexed Stan. "What?"

"I haven't been holding back."

"Then what-" But he was cut off when Kyle whacked him in the face with his towel.

"I guess you just bring out the best in me." Even though it was getting darker by the moment and the towel was partially obstructing his field of vision, Stan saw a wry smirk briefly cross his friend's features. "Whatever that means."

Stan snorted, but otherwise didn't say anything; he just stayed as he was, sprawled out on the grass, enjoying what was left of the day. But then something caught his eye.

"Hey, did you see that?"

"See what?"

"That." He pointed in the direction that he'd seen the faint green glow. "Fireflies."

Kyle squinted and leaned over Stan, trying to catch a glimpse, but shook his head after a few moments. "I don't see anything."

"Maybe you're not looking the right way," Stan teased, and without warning, pulled Kyle down on top of him. He grabbed the other by the back of the neck and forced his gaze in the same direction he'd been looking before. "Look."

And in that brief moment, he felt Kyle's breathing hitch and his heartbeat quicken, and though he felt the other struggle to pull away, he held him close.

"Do you see it?" He wasn't sure anymore if he was talking about the fireflies or... something different.

And just like that, the struggling stopped. "Yeah... I think I do."