A/N: Some short Stan lurve for y'all =u=

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Five A.M was just way too early for Stan's taste. He groaned as he dragged his ass out to his car and fumbled with his keys, trying to find the button to unlock it in the cold dark morning. He hit the panic button and jumped as the car sprang to life, the siren going off like someone was stabbing the damn thing. He yelled in frustration as he pressed the button again, rubbing his head as the silence of the day came back, the echo of the alarm fading off into the distance.

He managed to unlock it finally and sighed, throwing his backpack into his back seat along with his duffle bag for his football gear. He absolutely loathed early morning practice. How on earth they thought that any right-minded teenager would be ready to go so damn early in the morning was beyond him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he sighed, taking it out as he walked towards the driver's seat.

'Can you pick me up? -Clyde'. He rolled his eyes. He'd been picking up Clyde nearly every morning for the past few months of practice. It was part of the routine by now, but Clyde asked him every damn time.

'For the millionth time, yes. I'll be there in a few." He shut off his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as he climbed into his seat. He shivered at the cold of the leather seats behind him, putting his key tiredly into the ignition and listening to it start. He sat back a few moments, waiting patiently for the defroster to work on the small glistening of ice settled on his windshield.

His mind wandered through the day, his practice, his math test, wondering what the hell they would have for lunch today...He ran through it all before hitting a roadblock: Was Kyle still angry at him? He had no idea what he would be so angry for. He knew that Kyle wasn't happy about the girl comment he'd made two nights ago, but they always talked to each other like that. Was Kyle taking it more seriously now that they're in a relationship?

He shook his head. No, no Kyle wasn't that sensitive. Stan had called him an ass-ramming motherfucking cunt not a week ago and Kyle did nothing more than retort his own "witty" name back. He wasn't ever the sensitive guy, at least, not in those matters.

He leaned his head into his hand, using his free one to run the windshield wipers and watch the melting ice slowly scrape off. He'd tried like hell the night before to get Kyle to call or text him, only to be answered with a 'I'm busy studying, I'll talk to you tomorrow.'. Stan almost couldn't believe he'd read that, Kyle usually made at least a little time for him, even before they'd started dating. He'd maybe talk to him for five minutes or so or come over to Stan's house to study together. He'd never had the redhead blow him off like that, so this was completely new territory. And he had no idea what to do about it.

The windshield finally cleared up enough that he buckled up and shifted into drive. He tiredly glanced around before pulling out into the street heading towards the Donavons' house. Would Kyle actually talk to him today? Did he just need the time to stew and get back to how he usually was? Stan had no fucking idea.

He yawned, rubbing his eye and trying to stay focused on his drive. He couldn't wait for football season to just be over. Given he had a summer training camp he went to every year, not to mention the team always met up at least twice a week for their own weight training, but they did that whenever the fuck they all felt like it, none of this ass-crack of dawn nonsense.

He glanced over to the row of houses, seeing Clyde standing at the end of his driveway waiting for him. Stan couldn't help but feel some relief that their town was so damn small, it meant that Clyde was a close distraction from all the bullshit relationship drama that he wasn't even aware he was in.

He pulled up and waved to Clyde, who smiled, opening the back door and throwing his bags in with Stan's. "Hey, Dude."

"Hey," he smirked, watching as Clyde climbed into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt over his shoulder.

"So, what's up?" he asked, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes.

"Eh, not much," he shrugged, pulling back onto the street. "Same as usual, not wanting to go through with practice again."

"I tell you every day that it's optional," he snorted.

"Maybe for you, my dad would literally have a full-ranged meltdown if he found out his son stopped playing football," he rolled his eyes. "You know, 'protecting the honor of the family' or some bullshit like that."

"Hey, he's the most supportive parent at the games," Clyde chuckled.

"If by supportive you mean rips off his shirt and throws beer cans at people, then yeah, he wins," Stan muttered.

He laughed again and looked at him thoughtfully, "So, you and Kyle still fighting?"

So much for the distraction.

"I...guess?" he shrugged. "Like I told you last night, I have no idea what the hell he's going on about."

"Maybe he's on his period."

"I won't lie, I considered stealing Midol from the medicine cabinet today to give to him as a joke, but he would've kicked my ass."

"I can totally see you walking into school with a black eye and a broken arm and everyone thinking it happened at football," Clyde smirked, "But then you'd have to tell everyone 'No it was Kyle. I was a bad boy.'"

"Oh shut up," he elbowed him lightly. "Nah, Dude, I really don't know what's up his ass. We were fine the night before. I mean we had a little fight that lasted all of twenty seconds but nothing else."

"Well what was it about?" he asked, leaning back and watching the road.

"...It's kinda personal," he muttered.

"Ah, someone isn't satisfied in the bedroom then, hm?" Clyde said. "Which one of you is it?"

He was silent for a few moments before letting out a heavy breath, "Actually, I think it's both of us."

Clyde looked over and leaned his head back a bit, staring at him, "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he nodded, coming to a stop and staring up at the red light in front of him. "I mean, I didn't think it was bad until last night after he blew me off when I tried to talk to him."

"See that's what I prefer people to do, don't let me talk, just blow me," he cackled.

"Dude, seriously?" he looked at him unamused. Clyde waved him on with little laughing 'sorry's'. "I don't know, Man. I thought I was happy with where we are but after last night I did a lot of thinking and...I don't know anymore."

"Well it could just be something like, you know, you need to spice it up or something?"

"This is seriously not a guy conversation," Stan shook his head and laughed lightly, pulling through the intersection.

"It is," Clyde nodded. "We just don't do it as much, at least, not publicly."

"True," he mused. "I just don't know what the hell it is that Kyle wants."

"Did he say anything in that little squabble of yours?"

"Okay he did but that is one thing that I absolutely will not share with you," he said sternly, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Clyde sat for a moment silently, watching Stan tense and his face turn red in the light of the dashboard console. "I'm...guessing it's something that you are not willing to do?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Hm, well then you have two options," he shrugged. "You either suck it up and get it over with, or you tell Kyle no fucking way, have him be angry, and then you end up breaking up and lose your best friend."

"You really think that he'd break up with me over something about sex?" Stan raised his brow. "Kyle isn't that superficial."

"Maybe not normally, no. But people are different in a relationship, Dude. Remember me and Bebe went out for that long while?" Stan nodded. "I thought that she was, you know, a cheerleader. She was outgoing and bubbly or whatever and I thought...well..."

"You totally thought she was a giant slut, didn't you, you prick?"

"...Yeah. Yeah I did. But she wanted commitment before anything. Plus I learned she's actually really shy and really quiet and isn't all that interested in talking behind people's backs."

Stan chuckled, "Sounds like Kyle."

"Dude, yes," Clyde nodded. "Bebe and Kyle are a lot alike...sort of. Except Kyle's a giant nerd and Bebe's head cheerleader, but, you get what I mean. Behind closed doors, they're right there with each other."

"Then why didn't they last as a couple?" Stan asked. "Ky never really told me what happened."

"Well aside from the fact that he's a raging homo? Who knows," he laughed softly. "Probably too similar."

"Well, that's not our problem," he retorted. "Kyle and me are similar but way different, even behind closed doors. I actually like talking to people and he likes to hide away with a book."

"He's always been like that though," Clyde pointed out. "He's not going to change just for you."

"But isn't a relationship supposed to be about give and take?" Stan asked.

"Well...are you?"

The question stopped Stan in his tracks. Well fuck. Was he? His mind fleeted over their last few dates, and about Kyle's talk from the last night they spent together. He had no idea what all that was supposed to entail. He'd bought dinner for them, did that count? Well Kyle paid the next night so that broke it even, right? He stared at the road in front of them and blinked slowly. He'd never really thought about it that way, "I...I thought I was..." he drawled out as they neared the high school.

"Dude, if you have to think about it, you're fucking it up," he said flatly.

Stan's shoulders drooped and he pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I have no idea what the fuck is going on anymore. I'm not cut out for this drama bullcrap."

"Well no one actually is," he shrugged, staring at the school as they turned towards the parking lot. "But we all have to deal with it."

He heaved a heavy sigh, the two of them sitting in silence as his car slid into a parking lot and he slowly turned off the ignition. "You okay?" Clyde finally asked. "It's just a little fight, Dude, I'm sure Kyle will get over it."

"I think I fucked up."

"Whaddya mean?" he blinked. "You figure out what you did to make him upset?"

Stan leaned back against his seat and stared up at the clothed interior above him. "No. I mean I fucked up agreeing to date him."

"What?!" He exclaimed. "Dude, are you fucking kidding me? You two have been together for like, almost a year and you're just now thinking you're in too deep?"

He looked over at him and shrugged, "I dated Wendy for ten years and broke it off with her."

"Yeah, for Kyle," he emphasized. "You're going to end up alone if you keep doing this, Man."

"It was just so much easier when we were just friends, ya know?" he winced. "We had occasional fights but it was nothing that cooling off some steam wouldn't fix. Now we have to be careful about everything," he groaned. "You know how they say 'marry your best friend?'

"Yeah..."

"I couldn't do that. I love Kyle, I really do but something just doesn't feel right. I wish I could just go back in time and stop this bullshit before it ever happened," he rubbed the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

Clyde sat in silence a few moments before clearing his throat. "Uh, Stan?"

"What?"

"How...long have you been feeling like this?"

He looked over at him tiredly, "It's been like...four months now."

"Really? You haven't said anything to him for four months?" he quirked his brow and shook his head. "You're a fucking idiot, Marsh."

"I know."

"You're getting in way too deep for either one of you and that's not fair for you or him."

"I know."

"You have to break it off, then," he scoffed.

"Yeah that's so fucking easy," Stan sneered. "Dude, he's my best friend. In the whole fucking world. I can't break his heart like that! I can't lose him so I just have to stick this out and hope that he's the one who comes to the conclusion that this isn't working."

"This sounds like a really shitty sitcom," Clyde muttered. "You need to actually talk to him."

"Look, Dude," Stan said, starting to get out of the car. "You don't get it, okay? This is fucking complicated as hell. I don't want to lose the most important person in my life because I'm feeling weird, all right?"

Clyde got out with him and they stared at each other over the roof of the car, "You're going to end up making it worse."

"Take that advice and shove it back into the Cosmo you found it in," he scoffed. "This is why dudes don't talk about this shit, all right?" he snapped, reaching in and grabbing his bags before slamming the door shut,

"I was only trying to help..."

"Yeah, well, help yourself to a new ride Monday," he gritted his teeth, turning away from the car and leaving Clyde standing there dumbfounded. He stomped angrily over towards the gym's entrance, shoving into the door and making his way down towards the locker room. He glanced around, finding he the first one there and breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't deal with other people at this moment. He slowly sat his bags down, beginning to strip down to put on his gear.

His fingers brushed over the back of his ear as he stripped off his t-shirt and he shuddered. Kyle kissed him there all the time, he fucking loved it. Somehow Kyle had managed to find all of his soft spots in a matter of days when they started becoming more intimate. It was an amazing start, and felt like the high would never end...His heart sank slightly as he sat down on the bench and placed his head in his hands.

He had no idea what was coming over him. He loved Kyle. He loved to be with him all the time. The sex was pretty great, though the afterglow not so much anymore. Kyle seemed to be growing...distant in a way. He didn't laugh as much with him anymore, he just sat in his room reading or whatever while Stan played video games. They completely ignored each other for the most part which, while they were just friends was fine, but now? Wasn't it supposed to be a least a little different now?

Maybe the line between best friends and boyfriends was a little too thin, because it seemed to Stan that they were doing nothing more than walking a tightrope, swaying from one side to the other, neither of them sure exactly which one they would land on.

A/N: Short chapter I know

These kids and their not talking. Also, I'm sure you noticed, but these people spend a lot of damn time on their cell phones. Crazy youngsters with their hippy-dippy phones not socializing /grumblegrumble

Thanks for R&Ring!