Kyle and Stan played Call of Duty long into the night. Surprisingly, Kyle won about as many games as Stan despite him playing a lot less. "No fair, Kyle! I own this game and you almost kicked my ass at it." Stan whined good naturedly. Kyle grinned toothily, "Maybe I sneak in and play it when you're asleep."
Stan laughed, "Yeah right. That's some shit Cartman would do though." Kyle laughed along with Stan.
Stan yawned, "Damn I'm getting tired." He stretched his arms above his head and plopped back against his bed.
Kyle poked Stan in the side, "Nope. I'm your guest and your guest says that you have to stay up." Kyle wasn't tired at all. It was doing him good spending time with Stan. He felt a little better now that he had told his best friend some of the truth. His follow-up appointment would be in 2 weeks though, so then maybe he could give Stan the real truth then.
Stan groaned. "Fine then!" He said pretending to be annoyed, "I'll put a movie on in the background and then we can kind of watch it but talk, too."
Stan put The Terrance and Philip movie in and then turned the volume down quite a bit. Kyle rolled his eyes at his best friend's choice of a movie. 'How old were they, five?'
Stan was leaned back against the pillow with his eyes closed. Kyle was a little nervous. What was there that Stan wanted to talk about still? Maybe, he just wanted to make small talk. He loved talking to his best friend, but he wasn't ready to tell Stan fully about his illness or about him realizing he was gay.
"So who is she?" Stan asked and after a brief pause, "And please don't say there's no one. I know you have a crush. I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying."
Kyle swallowed hard. He had to think quickly. He couldn't risk telling Stan the whole truth when he wasn't even sure of what that entailed. Gee, I recently figured out I was gay and I'm crushing on my enemy Eric Cartman who probably still wants to have me killed in his re-enactment of World War II. Yeah…not happening. But an outright lie would make Kyle feel even guiltier than he already did at not disclosing the truth. Being such an honest person sucked sometimes.
"Okay, fine, Stan. She's in our grade. She's not someone most people would find attractive or really that likeable, but she's special and desirable in her own way. At least that's how I see her anyway." Kyle's face had turned blood red by this point. It was sort of pathetic, but he actually felt this way about Cartman. Sure there was a lot that needed to be resolved and a lot between them that didn't need to be brought up again, but that was his feelings at this point in a nutshell.
Stan smiled and hugged Kyle tightly, "Awwww, my wittle Kyle is growing up! That is so precious! Now I have to try and guess who she is." Stan was so freaking excited about this. Kyle thought inwardly, he's almost as bad as a chick when it comes to stuff like this.
"Let's not." Kyle couldn't believe he had blushed this hard from talking about Cartman.
Stan pouted. "Why the hell not?" He scrutinized Kyle some more. "Oh you haven't told her you like her yet have you? Don't worry I won't pester you too much about it, but I better be the first to find out."
Kyle breathed out in a sigh of relief. "Thanks dude."
"Shit!" Stan jumped out bed. "What's wrong?" Kyle was worried about his best friend.
He clasped a hand over his mouth as he realized both his parents and his sister were asleep. "Will she be at the party tomorrow?"
Kyle thought about it. "I'm not sure."
"Well find out!" Stan said as loudly as he dared.
"Stan it's one in the morning she's probably sleeping."
"Text her anyway. She'll see it tomorrow. But find out if she'll be there because you have nothing to wear mister." Stan slapped his arm.
"I do so." Kyle carefully texted Cartman making sure Stan couldn't see his phone screen. Hey are you coming to the party tomorrow?
"You really don't, Kyle. I know how you are with clothes."
"What does that mean?" Kyle got slightly defensive. It's always either the hair or clothes.
"You hate buying them and you have terrible fashion sense." Stan smiled. "It's okay bro I still love ya. That's why I'm telling you the truth."
Kyle's expression softened considerably. His phone buzzed. He had actually replied.
Why the hell are you up? And duh. We talked about this already.
"She'll be there. Can you give it a rest now Stan?"
Stan's eyes were practically sparkling. "I'm taking you shopping tomorrow. You have to impress her. This is the first chick you've been interested in since like 3rd grade. This is big news Kyle."
Kyle moved to plug his phone in to charge when he saw another text from Cartman. What do you Jews like to drink?
Stan had chosen this moment to get up to go to the bathroom.
I'm at Stan's for a sleepover. Watching a movie. And I like tequila or vodka. Why? Lol
Cartman: Damn Jew. Pour it up. We'll be having to pick your ass up off the floor by the end of the night.
Why do you want to know? And what do you like to drink?
Cartman: haha, that's personal. And Jagerbombs are the shit. You know what that is right?
Doesn't everyone? It's Jager obviously and Red Bull….right?
Cartman: Damn straight. You going to get me some ;)?
Kyle blushed. Really a smiley?
Stan walked back into the room and sat on the bed. "Are you still texting her?" He leaned to try and see Kyle's phone playfully.
"Yes!" And he covered his phone quickly.
"Uh oh having a private sexy conversation?"
"Not really. Just talking about drinks."
"This chick sounds cool. She actually drinks. I can't even get Wendy to try any of the drinks I like. Not that you have to drink to be cool, but eh you know." Stan said sounding a little disappointed.
Stan turned the TV off. "I'm going to bed dude. It's like 3AM now."
Kyle looked at the time and saw that Stan wasn't kidding. They had been talking for about 2 hours and he had been texting Cartman on and off for about an hour.
He decided to reply. "Don't get carried away, Fatass. Anyway I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to bed."
Cartman: Goodnight Kyle.
Kyle was staring at Cartman's last text. Wow, that was actually kind of cute. He was probably reading way too much into it, but he couldn't help feeling special that he had texted him goodnight and used his name as well and not an insult.
'You're acting like such a freaking sissy', Kyle reprimanded himself mentally.
He laid down beside Stan and fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Party will be next chapter!