Kyle's POV

Stepping inside of the house I've lived in for most of my life that night was one of the scariest things I've done. Who knew how my mother would react to finding her son kissing his best friend?

I decided that I didn't want to risk going into the kitchen to find her, so I bolted right up into my room. Perhaps things would get worse if I didn't talk to her about it right away, but at this point, I was too tired- mentally and psychically- to care what would happen.

I grabbed my iPod off of my nightstand and plugged my earphones into my ears. Putting the volume all the way up, I fell onto my bed and covered my face with a pillow, determined to get some rest.

My mind wouldn't shut off just yet though; I thought endlessly of what would happen when I faced my mom. How would I tell her? Would she hate me? Would she forbid me from seeing Stan? How would my dad react? All his hope in me would be lost; I'd be a disappointment to him. Ike would probably shun me too, he wouldn't want a fag for a brother.

They would all hate me; they would see me as a disgrace to their family - my mom was probably grieving in the kitchen right now, wondering what she did to deserve such a son.

Months before, I planned on coming out to my family; I prepared a whole evening and everything, thinking of each detail and scenario that could happen. When I told them though- they merely laughed. They thought it was a joke that I had played on them to gouge a reaction. I went along with it, laughing and reassuring them that I was straight, never once corrupted of the thought of being with someone of the same gender.

Since then I gave up on telling them; And although their reaction to the 'joke' hadn't been bad, it still shocked me that they wouldn't even consider that I was being serious. Like they couldn't imagine their own son liking other guys.

I figured that my mind wouldn't let me relax until I talked to my mom, so as I ripped the earphones out of my ears and trekked down the stairs, I mentally prepared myself for the big argument that would surface.

Stan's POV

After walking back from Kyle's house, I immediately stripped off my clothes and jumped onto the couch since I was too lazy to climb the stairs.

I managed to sleep for an hour or two until I was abruptly awoken by the sound of someone knocking at my door.

I rose from the couch to answer the door but stopped as I realized I was naked- with the exception of boxers.

I opened the door carefully, not bothering to look through the peephole first, and hid my body behind the door.

"Kyle?" I mumbled, my words incoherent. "Did you walk here by yourself? Dude, it's like-" I paused, turning my head back inside to check the time, "A quarter past 11. What's up?"

"My mom didn't take it well." He replied softly with his head down. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he added, "I didn't mean to wake you up- I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if I could sleep on your couch for the night."

"Kyle." I sighed dramatically. "You don't have to ask to sleepover, the key's under the mat." I pulled him inside, closed the door and swung an arm around his neck, leading him upstairs. "You could've just opened the door and slept in my room. I wouldn't mind."

"I didn't want to intrude." He murmured. "But thanks anyways." He smiled at me.

"Mhm." I said, pressing my lips sloppily to his cheek. I took my arm off his shoulder and wrapped it around his waist, pressing his body against mine for warmth as we walked quietly down the hall.

"I didn't even notice that you're practically naked." He giggled, and I grinned sheepishly. "How can you sleep with no clothes on? Don't you get cold?"

"It's called a blanket," I answered while tightening my grip on his hip. "Plus- now I have you to keep me warm."

He blushed and I laughed quietly, careful not to wake my parents. "You're too cute." I said as I let go of his waist and held my bedroom door open for him.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" I nodded, closing and locking the door. As he rummaged through my closet, I flopped onto my bed and pulled my blanket up to my shoulders.

"Kyle." I whined when he took too long to select pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. "I'm cold."

"Then put on clothes." He chuckled, tossing his pants to the floor and changing into the pajama bottoms. He then exposed his torso and my heart fluttered at the sight.

As he grabbed a t-shirt, I crawled out of bed and wrapped my arms around him, preventing him from putting on the piece of fabric. "Don't put on a shirt." I said sternly when he turned in my grasp to look at me.

He raised an eyebrow at me, laughing when my serious expression faltered because of a yawn. I took the shirt out of his hands and threw it back into the closet. "Come on."

He rolled his eyes, but nonetheless complied when I tugged him to the bed. I jumped onto the mattress, pulling the blanket over myself as I did so. I patted the space next to me and he giggled once again, rolling into bed beside me.

The second he was within my reach, I immediately engulfed him into a hug. I tangled my legs with his, and threw an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. In response, he nuzzled his face into my neck and sighed when I rested my chin on top of his head.

After a few minutes of this warm embrace, I pulled back slightly to look at him. "What exactly did your mom say?"

He rolled onto his back, letting go of me completely. Somewhat disappointed at the lack of touch, I let out a small 'hmph' but scooted closer and curled up against his side. He ran a hand over his face and sighed.

"She basically kept asking me why I had to ruin her chances of finally having a normal life and that I was just bi-curious." He murmured, turning to face me again.

"Oh." I said simply, not knowing what to say. "She'll come around. I doubt she means any of that."

"I hope." He muttered. "I just hope she doesn't tell Ike."

"He's a bit too young to understand, I think." I said, which lifted his spirits a little.

"Yeah." He said, pulling the blanket to cover us completely. "We'll talk tomorrow. I'm pretty tired." I nodded and slowly shut my eyes, leisurely drifting off into a state of dreaming.

A/N:
Sorry for not updating! I didn't upload because I didn't think anyone really needed me too.
Anywhale, this is kinda a short chapter- to me at least- I originally planned to write much more, but I decided that I should end it here.
But yeah, here's another chapter! Please review and vote, it makes me happy (=^.^=)

- Stella xo