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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 3, 2011 13:36:45 GMT -5
"If you're just gonna get mad dude, then we shouldn't even bother talking," Stan knew that neither of them would follow through with that though because neither of them could ignore the other for too long. They sat in silence for a few minutes and then Stan merely sighed before downing the last of his drink and throwing the can into the bin with a bit of expert presicion. "Do you wanna play a game or something?" he indicated his games console with a nod.
He didn't want to fight with the other anymore and he was becoming increasingly aware that they seemed to be dissolving into rows more often than not when they spoke now... and 9/10 they fought over nothing and made up the next day. He got up and knelt down before the games console and began setting it up without waiting for a response.
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Post by annanova on Apr 3, 2011 16:41:00 GMT -5
Kyle bit his lip as he watched his best friend set up the game counsel. It was like he knew exactly what would calm Kyle and make him feel better. The redhead hesitated a second, before he gracefully knelt next to Stan. He put his arms around the other's broad shoulders and hugged him softly.
"I'm sorry." He murmured. "I'm stressed and I know that's no excuse. I just may never see you again after we leave, and it's making me on edge. And I know I'm reacting stupidly. Instead of trying to enjoy my last months here I'm making us miserable." There was something so familiar about Stan's body that comforted Kyle beyond belief. The lean muscle, the sent, even the way he moved wasn't foreign. Maybe it was all those years of sleepovers where they shared a bed and Kyle found himself wrapped around the other boy in the morning, but it felt like Stan's basic makeup always remained the same. Though Kyle couldn't explain the new twist in his stomach that lurched every time he got near the raven.
(( I just have to say - that song in your signature is amaaaazing haha. I love it! ))
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 4, 2011 6:36:17 GMT -5
Sighing heavily Stan slid his own arms around the other in the sudden embrace; it wasn't as though he and Kyle had never hugged before, and it wasn't as though there was anyone to comment about their supposed 'fagness', as Cartmen so charmingly called it. "It's Ok, Ky." He should have known that something was bothering the other, especially that thing, because it had been bothering him too... and he wasn't the one who was leaving.
"If we end up losin' touch it ain't gonna be because of me," he promised the other quietly, looking into those deep emeralds that Kyle possessed, "I'll email you, write you, whatever, as often as you want me to." Though chances were that Kyle would make new friends and forget all about him when he moved away. "Hey," he gave the other's middle a small squeeze, "I can come and visit." Kyle would only be a few hours away and Stan was now legally able to drive. "It's not like you're going off to a new country..." he may as well be though for how much it pained Stan to consider not having Kyle around as much anymore.
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Post by annanova on Apr 4, 2011 14:11:44 GMT -5
Kyle nodded slowly, though he knew it wasn't true. It was possible that they could keep track with each other but it wasn't likely that their commitment would last as long as what Kyle wanted it to. He wanted everything to stay the same. He wanted to be able to see Stan every day, and not through pictures or a webcam. "It's not going to be the same. No more secret rendezvous when I'm grounded, no more getting locked out after said meeting and having to climb in through my window." Kyle suddenly broke into a smile. "Remember that time?" He asked, inquiring to a night when the two were twelve and had decided on sneaking out. What they intended to, Kyle forgot, but he still remembered tumbling out of the window and smashing his finger. He held up the digit, "it still hurts whenever I bend it a certain way."
He let out a sad smile, and bit his lip. "Stanley Marsh, if you forget me I swear to God -" The threat was left unclosed, as Kyle broke into a depressive laugh. "I'm fucking ready to cry," he informed, letting his head fall forward and land on Stan's shoulders. "I think we're taking fagg-itry to the next level. You might as well propose while we're at it. Then tell me you're preggers with my child and dying a slow death. That's a full episode of Grey's Anatomy right there."
((I herd it at 3!Oh!3s concert lol. It's very mind-sticking lmao))
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 5, 2011 8:13:59 GMT -5
"Dude, if I was pregnant with your child that would go against every law of nature, and..." Stan swallowed, praying to God that his blush wasn't as noticeable as it felt, "--well, you'd need to fill me in on when exactly we got into the situation which would have gotten me pregnant, 'cause I'm pretty sure even I wouldn't forget something like that." Ok, this was one of their weirdest conversations to date but even then at the same time it was just the type of conversation they could have together; open and honest, if somewhat inclined to dance around the central issue. He nudged Kyle's shoulder with his own from where the other held onto him, "Don't cry dude, you'll set me off."
It always bothered him whenever he saw Kyle cry, though obviously those occasions had been limited since they had gotten older, and it would bother him more-so than usual if the reason why Kyle was crying was something to do with him, even if he wasn't the one to actually make the redhead cry, and... damn it, his mind was going crazy and he hadn't even tried to drink coffee again that morning. "To prove how much I'll miss you," Stan was serious about that part, because he would miss the other, but the next thing he said was a joke, "I'm gonna go back Goth for an entire month, OK?"
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Post by annanova on Apr 5, 2011 19:12:42 GMT -5
"Only a month? Come on dude," Kyle affectionately nudged the other's shoulder in return for what Stan had done. "You should at least go for, like, two months! You and Henrietta would make a cute couple. Besides, with all that makeup and eyeliner you looked like such a pretty girl~" Kyle teased, and it was all in fun. Truthfully he hated when Stan went into his depressive phases. Kyle felt helpless in cheering him up, and knowing one was impotent was one of the worst feelings the Jew could have.
"Speaking of girls... that's exactly how I planted my seed in you. You're dirty little secret isn't so secret now." Kyle was blushing deeply even if he was always teasing. Through all the years of being labeled as fags for each other, the two of them developed a special kind of joking where they played right into the harasses game. Usually it set the teaser off, and the best friends could laugh together and seem like the witty ones. It usually caused the class to laugh along with them, and Cartman to pout. But this was the first time Kyle took the joke into privacy. Used it when there was no accusations. Maybe it was because he liked playing the game, or maybe it was because he liked flirting with Stan, even if it was a joke. "You were asleep for the most part. You had a lot to drink, and I discovered your lack of appendages." His smirk widened as well as his flush. "Love the piercing by the way. Though I do recommend a wax, you're getting a bit bushy."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 6, 2011 2:47:44 GMT -5
"Awww, duuuuuddddeeee!" Stan whined at the final comment, breaking out of his pretence of shock and offence ("Dude, keep your voice down, what if someone hears you!") shaking his head, "That is just wrong, too far!" He was laughing somewhat though, cheeks red with a blush and laughter, though with any luck Kyle would just think that it was exhertion from laughter as opposed to a blush. Suddenly though the raven-haired male paused slightly before arching his brow at the other, "Hey, girly parts or no--" way to keep up the joke, keep it light and playful, right? "I would still top you, Ky." And the thought of being on top of Kyle, having Kyle inside of him, should not have made his stomach tighten and flip-flop as it did.
Shaking the image from his head (Ok, maybe he had had the odd intimate thought about Kyle before he had never thought of that!) Stan then swallowed and let out a rather forced chuckle before, "Tch, you got me drunk? Dude, so classless!" They both laughed once more and Stan reached for a game controller, "I would at least have expected some flowers, champagne, that you would have made a night of it!" The roses and champagne thing was from an old joke that they had turned around on Cartmen when he had been complaining about their 'fagginess' again. Sometimes, if Stan was so inclined towards boys, of course, he actually wondered whether anyone would be surprised if he and Kyle ended up together. And damn, where were all these thoughts coming from? It was all Kyle's fault for being so cute and interesting and... Argh!
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Post by annanova on Apr 6, 2011 14:28:04 GMT -5
Kyle grabbed the other controller, starting the game and figuring that he could talk and play at the same time. "Champagne and flowers? Psh, you're funny. If I'm the bottom you're buying for me." He giggled again, "and you're red. If you're going to get an asthma attack from the thought of my super large penis, we'll just stop."
He laughed to himself, honestly surprised that he could keep up his courage to continue this joke. He loved Stan, but he was just confused as to how. THe thought of being gay terrified him. He was sure his parents wouldn't mind, and neither would his closest friends, but Stan was completely straight. Straighter than straight. And he didn't want to scare the other away with his abnormal thoughts.
"So uh... why do you like Wendy," he asked, trying not to sound as serious as it came out. Frankly, he'd wear a purple skirt and pushup bra if it got Stan to desire him as much as he desired Wendy. No homo, of course.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 6, 2011 23:32:30 GMT -5
He couldn't actually think of any reasons. Stan blinked several times, suddenly feeling oddly out of it. Looking to Kyle (and he knew later he'd ponder that strange expression he had seen in his friend's eyes) Stan then sighed and admitted, "I don't even know anymore man. At first I thought she was real beautiful, you know?"
When they had been kids Wendy had seemed beautiful, and he'd continued to think so despite their numerous break-ups. The strange, intimate thoughts about Kyle though had forced him to re-evaluate things; like how he thought Kyle's laugh was cute, and he looked hot when he got mad and... yeah, he'd never admit these things aloud. He'd rather chop his penis off and spend the rest of his life as a monk.
"Now it's just like... I'm so used to it, y'know?" his brow furrowed, trying to explain, "Now I really only go out with her because it beats being alone and everyone just expects that we're gonna stay together." And weren't that the truth?
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Post by annanova on Apr 7, 2011 14:12:50 GMT -5
Kyle nodded. And strangely it did make sense. Of course he hated the thought of Stan with Wendy for his own selfish reasons but this was a new kind of dislike. It was almost as if Stan had lost hope in new love. That Wendy was his back up plan and he'd never got up the courage to actually find someone new.
"You know you don't have to." Kyle said softly, blushing bright red and ducking his head so his straightened hair hopefully covered his expression. "You act like you're ugly." And Stan was anything but. He had a strong build, a perfectly even smile, electrifying blue eyes and perfectly straight black hair. Even the roundness of his face only added to his list of good looks. "You could get anyone you wanted with one smile. You never had the trouble I do. You could get more than beautiful. And maybe someone who isn't a total bitch."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 8, 2011 8:34:46 GMT -5
"Come on, Ky," Stan said, feeling his ears beginning to heat up at the inadvertent compliment from his best-friend, an arm slinging casually around the other's shoulders as his free hand held the currently not-being-used game-controller, "You're not ugly or anything." He was pretty damn cute actually.
That milky skin and those exotic eyes, even his hair complementing him regardless of its colour now that it was a little tamer. "I mean," he paused slightly, "I'm sure if you wanted a girl other than Bebe you could get her." Kyle might go on about him having nothing to do with any girl but Wendy, but Kyle hadn't exactly been a lethario in his time either; the blonde he was currently not-quite-seeing being the one who composed the predominant part of Kyle's interest in the opposite sex. Not that he had been paying attention -much- to Kyle's dating habits.
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Post by annanova on Apr 8, 2011 14:39:31 GMT -5
Kyle continued to hide under his hair, but let his eyes look up to Stan's. He wanted to make sure the other meant every word he said. Judging from the way Stan's ears were burning he was. It was another cute effect of him giving a compliment. Whenever Stan received or delivered a complement his ears heated in embarrassment.
"I-I'm not..." Kyle said softly, and shrunk comfortably under Stan's arm. Something that the other always did even if it seemed intimate. It was just something that Stan always had a habit of doing and it gave Kyle familiar comfort. "I'm a skinny jewish ginger." He laughed to lighten the mood. "It's okay. I'm not handsome like you."
Suddenly the urge to lunge at Stan and hold him, cuddle against him, until each of them couldn't take it, overcame the boy. Of course Kyle didn't act on this, but he did lift his head and pretend to brush something out of Stan's hair, even if he knew it was only to touch him more. Ugh... this was so weird.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 9, 2011 3:18:24 GMT -5
"You're not that skinny, Ky," Stan pointed out; it wasn't as though he was that much bigger, he just had a touch more broadness in his shoulders than the other teen. His breathing stuttered just slightly where Kyle's hand brushed against his hair, the small tingling sensation spreading across his scalp and shotting down his neck swiftly.
"L-" he cleared his throat and tried again, "Lets get playing, huh?" It wasn't overly late, he supposed, but sometimes Kyle's mum could get funny about him being out late if she didn't know beforehand that he was supposed to be stopping out somewhere; he didn't think that would ever change about Sheila regarding her children no matter how old they got.
"Why don't you call your Ma and ask her if you can stay over?" he found himself suggesting, then hastening to add on, "I know my mum won't care, and it's been a while since we just had a doss around evening together, y'know, to hang out..." he trailed off, knowing he probably sounded weird.
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Post by annanova on Apr 9, 2011 14:29:50 GMT -5
Kyle sighed but nodded and agreed. It was probably a good idea that he called his mother before she started searching the town for him. He did tell her that he was going for a ride but he hadn't prepared for going anywhere else.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket the boy dialed his home quickly. After a few words with his mother about how he wanted to stay with Stan, she allowed the stop. Kyle had to admit she was being much more lenient now that he was leaving for college soon. Kyle had to admit that he hated his mother's controlling personality but he was going to miss it.
"Yeah, I can stay." Kyle informed as he shut his phone and put it on the ground. "Let's play. I can kick your ass in any one you choose."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 10, 2011 6:27:17 GMT -5
"Dream on, Jew-boy," Stan winked at the other to show that the old tease wasn't malicious, never wanting the other to misunderstand and peg him like some of their peers when it came to religion; though many had matured since elementary school it must be said.
Soon all conversation was stilted between them outside of the occasional obscenity hurled at the screen whenever one or the other died, the occasional playful cheat being levelled between them as claims of, "Sorry man, I slipped!" followed one of them deliberately sabotaging the other. When his mother's voice sounded, announcing her return, Stan paused the game.
"I'll be right back, Ky, just gotta tell my mum that you're stopping," he paused and added, "If she's cool with it," though he knew she would be, "And see what we're doing for dinner together."
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