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It was one of Stan and Kyle’s Friday night sleepovers. This Friday, it was held at Stan’s house this time around. Kyle was painting Stan’s nails, talking about school, a My Chemical Romance CD playing in the background.
“Dude, Mr, Garrison is a piece of shit to have in the morning. Whenever he gets into a fight with one of his partners, he always comes to school bitching about the fight, and we don’t even get shit done in class!” Kyle muttered, lightly raising his voice on the last part.
“Of course you would fucking complain about not doing classwork.” Stan mumbled under his breath, smiling at Kyle’s rambling.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kyle replied back, laughing lightly.
It was Stan who started the nail painting tradition, mostly because he got to feel Kyle's hands as the redhead painted his nails, but also because he was always so goddamn shaky when he did his own nails.
Kyle’s eyes were on the faux blonde’s fingernails as he painted the color of a deep red. Kyle had always loved Stan's veiny hands. He had always admired the way Stan’s hands managed to stay so soft despite years of playing football. He liked the way Stan would look at him with those navy blue eyes while Kyle ranted. He loved-
“Dude, are you good? You’ve been staring into space for like...thirty seconds.” Stan questioned, looking at Kyle with those eyes he was just admiring.
“I zoned out, sorry man.” Kyle awkwardly muttered, going back to painting Stan’s nails, barely processing that he zoned out.
Shit, he's gonna start thinking something's up if I keep doing that. Kyle thought, eyes concentrated on painting Stan’s nails.
The thing was, Stan knew. He was just too much of a pussy to tell Kyle how he felt. He’s liked him in more than a super best friend way for a while now, and Stan knows that Kyle reciprocates those feelings back, they were just too shy and awkward to do anything about it.
At this point, Kyle was just rambling about school, complaining about the boy’s restrooms while putting Stan’s left hand under the UV light, ‘Teenagers’ playing quietly in the room.
After he had finished talking about how unsanitary the restrooms were, Kyle asked Stan, “Have you seen that MCR was in California last month?”.
The blonde nodded. “I tried asking my mom if we could go, told her I would pay for the tickets and everything. I got extra shifts to pay and all that, but they were sold out by the time I looked on the website for tickets.” Stan mumbled, disappointment still stinging.
“That sucks, dude.” Kyle replied with a sympathetic smile while he finished Stan’s right hand.
Once Kyle had finished both hands, Stan was showing off his nails to Kyle, putting his hands towards his face. “Jealous you didn’t do this color?” He giggled, the duo falling on their backs.
“Stan, I literally did them for you. I know what fucking color I did on you.” Kyle replied back, chuckling a bit.
The redhead checked the time, 2:40 am. Kyle looked at Stan, tiredness taking over. “Let’s go to sleep, dude. We’ll pick this shit up in the morning.”
Kyle was already in Stan’s bed by the time the faux blond was there. The redhead curled up next to Stan, face buried in Stan’s shoulder.
These feelings come and go, right? Stan thought, arms wrapped around Kyle. He looked at the redhead, a warm, familiar feeling in his chest arising. It was the same feeling he used to get around Wendy, but ten times stronger. He didn’t get butterflies in his stomach, he got whole ass birds.
Stan wishes that he wasn’t so shy about his feelings, if he wasn’t so shy, maybe they’d be dating. Maybe he doesn’t even like me that much, he’ll get over me in a couple weeks. He knows that he should probably make a move on him, but what was he even going to say? ‘Hey Kyle, I'm hopelessly in love with you and we should go on a date to awkwardly stare at each other for a few hours.’ That sounded stupid in Stan’s head already. He wondered how stupid that would sound out loud or over text.
After several minutes of useless overthinking, Stan let his eyelids shut, finally letting himself fall asleep.
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Kyle was the first to wake up of the two, eyes squinting from the morning light. He looked down on his shoulder to see Stan asleep on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him. Kyle’s face flushed, he knew Stan was a clingy sleeper, but most of the time he usually just clung onto his arm. Stan only got this clingy when he had a hard time sleeping or he had a good crying session, not that he minded it.
Kyle turned his head, looking at the mess he and Stan made on the floor. There were open nail polish bottles, Stan’s UV light, CDs, and his CD player scattered on the floor. “Fuck.” Kyle quietly mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
This awoke Stan, facing his head to look at the redhead, who was still staring at the mess on the floor. “Morning, Ky.” Stan said groggily. Kyle looked at Stan, smiling slightly.
“Morning, dude. Get your lazy ass up, we have shit to clean.” He said, prying Stan off of him.
Reluctantly, Stan got up as well and helped Kyle clean up the mess he and Kyle made.
Once they finished cleaning, Stan checked his phone for text messages, only to see two. He unlocked his phone to reply to each of them.
8:23 am Mother!, Stanley
Mother!: Stanley, I went out to go run some errands.
< I left money for you and Kyle to buy something to eat and your dad’s out with your uncle. He shouldn’t be back until later in the day.
11:35 am
Stanley: ok mom thanks ily
Mother!: I love you too.
Onto his next text message, from Cartman.
10:40 am fatass, jewlover
fatass: how was your sleepover with the jew rat??
< ok no response fuck you
11:38
jewlover: damn calm down i just woke up
< it was great btw i got my nails painted
fatass: of course you would let a ginger jew paint your nails
jewlover: anyways i’ll tell you more later i gtg he’s still here
fatass: k
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Kyle saw Stan texting somebody and a part of him was curious to see who it was. Thankfully, he's taller that him, so looking over him isn't a problem. Stan didn’t realize Kyle was looking over his shoulder until Cartman had sent his last message. The sight of Stan’s name being ‘jewlover’ in his text messages with Cartman makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.
Kyle didn’t realize his face was red until he noticed Stan chuckling at the sight of him.
“Dude, your face is red as hell. Are you good?” Stan asked, still smiling lightly.
“Yeah, I’m good dude. I’ll go see what I can order for us” Kyle replied hastily, face still pink.
Was I really smiling like a dumbass? The redhead thought while walking out the bedroom door.
He proceeded to walk down the hallway to the kitchen, feeling like a giddy little girl sitting with her crush.
Does he like me? Why would he choose that name if Cartman didn't know something? Kyle thought as he walked in the hallway towards the kitchen, brows furrowed in confusion.
Sharon had left the forty bucks on the counter, and Kyle was absent-mindedly staring at it before Stan came into the kitchen.
“What’d you want to order? I’m fine with anything.” He said, running his fingers through his hair.
Kyle thought for a moment for a fast food with vegetarian options for Stan, playing with his hair while he thought. “Chick-fil-a?” Kyle offered.
Stan nodded, at least there was something for him to eat there. “Deal.”
Thirty minutes later, they were sitting at the dining table, eating in comfortable silence. Kyle was eating a 12 piece while Stan had a grilled chicken salad without grilled chicken. How the fuck do I ask him out? Stan thought, chewing on a crouton.
He did know one thing. He needs to do it soon. But how?