Did Stan seriously just say that to me?

I honestly hope he was only joking.

After everyone in my cabin was asleep, I wasn't. These were the questions that pestered me through out the whole night. My best friend telling me that he loved me just wasn't normal. I took a deep breath and slammed the pillow into my face, and mumbled nothing into it.

"Kyle?" I widened my eyes, then once realizing it was Stan's voice, quickly closed them. Slowly and carefully, I moved the pillow under my head and tried to make it look like I was sleeping.

I heard the noise of covers rustling around in the lower bunk, and the beds slightly shake as he climbed up the ladder. Stan climbed over me and sat on my waist. I cringed. Why did he have to do this to me?

"Stan, get off."

"Oh good, you're awake," he ignores my comment and stays mounted upon my hips.

"Of course I'm awake! I can't fucking stop thinking about what you said to me earlier!" I say, only raising my tone by a bit, as to not wake anyone else.

"Aww," he cooed, "that's so sweet of you," he gives a fake half smile and leans down close to my face.

"I don't mean it to be. Now get off. You have your own bed. Go find Wendy in some other cabin," I suggest, trying to push him off of me, only to fail miserably.

"Nah, I'm good. I like it here better."

"I wasn't giving you an option, I was telling you."

"Aw Ky… you're face gets all red when you're angry," his smooth finger tips run across the surface of my cheek.

"Please, just leave me alone."

"No thanks. Don't act like you don't enjoy this."

"I don't," I stated angrily, looking up at him straddling my body.

"Fine," Stan moves from off of me and lies down on my side, pushing me over and getting under the covers with me. "Is that better?"

I widen my eyes and shake my head. "No it's not! People are gonna get the wrong idea if you stay here. I don't want them thinking that about me, thank you very much." I turn to my side, facing the wall as to not look at him. I would have tried to leave the bed, but if I did that, I'd probably fall since he was the one closest to the ladder.

"That would be such a good thing. Don't you want Kenny to be jealous?"

"Why would Kenny be jealous?" I raise a brow, although he can't see and cough quietly.

"Let's not think about that, okay?" He extends his arms across my small chest and pulls me in a tighter grip to him.

"Get away from me Stan! Okay, this is really not cool dude." I try and pull away, but he only holds me tighter, if even possible. I realize that there's no getting out, so I try and settle myself in his arms.

"I don't care. I like it here. So do you."

"So you think for me now?"

"No, but I know that's how you feel, right now."

"And just how do you know that?"

"Cause I do." I sigh and relax my muscles.

"If you say so."

Suddenly, the feeling of being tired overwhelms me. I feel comfort in Stan's hold, and stay content with where I am. However, when I wake up, that feeling goes away. He and I are in the same position, but this time, his legs are around mine and it probably looks odd as hell to everyone else.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Cartman clutches his stomach as he laughs, bending over and not taking even a second to stop. He wakes everyone else in the cabin with his loud burst, causing them to just sit there and stare in awe.

"Kyle, what the hell?" Ken gets up from his bed, his mouth gaping open. Stan, I know, is awake, because I feel his steady breath on my neck as he nuzzles his head in deeper to my side. I have no explanation to give them at all for how I am now. If I said that Stan forced me to be here, no one would have believed me.

"Stan, get up, seriously," I nudge my elbow into his side and try to escape his grasp.

"You guys have sex or something?" Cartman asks between a few huffs of laughter. I get away from Stan and begin to climb down the ladder to the bunk bed, but falling. Though instead of hitting the ground, I'm caught by a tall blonde with an orange night shirt on,

"Careful, Kyle," he says, plating my feet to the ground.

"Aw Ky, come baaack," Stan whines, looking down at me.

"Can everyone just leave me alone?" I storm off into the bathroom and shut myself in, forgetting to lock it. I sit on the floor and curl my knees up to my chest, laying my head down on my knees. I groan to myself and think.

Why was Stan acting this way? It was so unlike him… I've never seen him show any side of homosexuality towards me or anyone, for that matter. Kenny threw open the door within a matter of seconds and sat down next to me, cupping my chin with his hands and pulling my face to lock eyes with him.

"Kyle, are you okay?"

"I hate this. Why is Stan acting like this all the sudden? It's so goddamn annoying, dude! He's like, my best friend. It's just creepy as hell." I say, staring into his soft blue eyes.

"Don't worry about him, okay? There are other things to think about," Ken says, grasping my hand. I take a shuddery breath and try to advert my eyes away, as to not cause my face to turn red.

"Like…?" I breathe out, my hand beginning to shake.

Kenny's breathing becomes more vibrant and he lifts my head up slightly more so that his lips meet mine.

I hate summer camp.

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