Too much to ask

Ch. 7

Stan was laying in his bed. Awake. Thinking about what happened today.

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"Stan… I can't admit. I mean, we have been through a lot together, but…"

"Please Stan…" Kyle finally said as he looked to his left. "I-I can't tell you."

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Why couldn't he tell me? Stan thought as he turned to his moonlit window.

Kyle… I want to tell you how I feel, but something is stopping me from telling you Stan thought.

The next day at school, Kyle didn't show up. Stan saw Kenny at his locker. "Hey Kenny."

"Oh hey dude." Kenny said with a guilty look on his face. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened." Kenny said apologetically.

"Oh that's ok. Don't worry." Stan said like he could care less about what happened there. "Have you seen Kyle?"

"Last time I saw him, He was walking to Stark's pond." Kenny said stuffing books into his locker.

"Ok. If anyone asks, tell them I'm sick." Stan whispered.

"Gotcha." Kenny replied as he pulled two beer bottles out of his backpack. "Wait, Stan, here I saved them for you and Kyle."

"Wow, thanks dude!" Stan said as he took the bottles and ran out the front door.

Kyle was throwing rocks at the pond. He sighed sadly, and reached his hand over to grab another pebble. Kyle started to hear footsteps coming his way. Kyle looked and saw his best friend running to him.

"Stan?" Kyle wondered.

"Kyle!" Stan said as he stopped and sat next to Kyle.

"What up with the beer bottles?" Kyle asked pointing to them.

"Oh, Kenny saved them for us." Stan said as he handed Kyle one of the bottles.

Kyle took one of the bottles, and laid it in the snow. "I don't feel like being drunk right now." Kyle said as he pulled his knees to his chest.

"Kyle please tell me what happened when I was sick." Stan said laying the other beer bottle into the snow.

Kyle gazed at the pond and blushed slightly. "Well… I thought if you would feel better if someone said 'I love you'. So I… I guess I just went with what my gut told me."

Stan stared at Kyle, and slightly blushed. "Kyle…"

Kyle took another pebble, and threw it at the pond, making a small splash. "So yeah, I mean- I don't love you like a boyfriend or anything. I just like you as my best friend." Kyle said. Stan didn't know, but Kyle was lying. Kyle really did hold deep emotions for Stan.

"Oh I see…" Stan said sounding like he had just been crushed. "Well we can't let these get any colder. They might freeze!" Stan said trying to lighten the mood by holding a beer bottle.

Kyle glanced at his friend, and picked up the other beer bottle. Kyle sighed, then opened the bottle.

Kyle glared into the foul smelling drink, not daring to take 1 sip.

"Kyle?" Stan said. "If you want, I'll drink mine with you."

"Kyle looked at Stan then nodded his head. They both took a few sips.

Stan scooted closer to Kyle. "Well?" Stan asked. "How does it taste?"

"Like week old orange juice." Kyle said as he looked at his friend.

"Yeah," Stan agreed. "But you can't expect beer to taste like fresh orange juice." Stan said making a smug remark.