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Post by annanova on Apr 10, 2011 12:15:31 GMT -5
"Please let it be bacon." Kyle laughed and watched the other exit the room. For a few seconds Kyle was content just sitting in the comfortable atmosphere, calming down after an especially intense gaming day.
It didn't occupy him for long, so the boy automatically went to spying. He always did so but he never admitted it. A hand ran the distance under Stan's bed trying to find something hed wanted hidden. It was the closest hiding spot he could thing of, and didnt involve him getting up so no matter how obvious it was Kyle decided to try for it. What he was exactly looking for, he had no idea. Maybe some sort of message that Stan felt the same way about Kyle that the redhead felt for him. But what way was that exactly? Kyle didn't know and it terrified him to llook deeply into it. He just knew that he had a strange desire to put his lips on the other. In a no-homo way, of course.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 11, 2011 1:00:13 GMT -5
Stan returned to his room and found Kyle sitting where he had left him, though the other had the strangest expression on his face, "My mum said that since she and my dad are both going out tonight that we can order out whatever we want," and he couldn't decide whether he was going to be in the mood for pizza or Chinese. "And yeah, it's cool, no problem if you want to stay over and your mum says it's alright."
His mother suddenly shouting up to him that someone wanted him on the phone had Stan grumbling as he excused himself to Kyle and went back downstairs. Little did he know that Kyle had found the little journal that had each and every 'strange new' thought, feeling, fantasy about Kyle that he had ever had, written in it. Since he obviously couldn't go to his usual port-of-call (Kyle) to discuss such things he had needed some way to vent and the diary had turned out to be a pretty awesome idea in retrospect to his situation.
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Post by annanova on Apr 11, 2011 10:18:02 GMT -5
Kyle's fingers scrape along something that he could distinguish as different from the bedboard. He felt around a bit more, really wanting to avoid a box of condoms or sex toys or whatever the fuck he'd have there for his and Wendy's crazy nights.
Instead he could feel the grooves of pages and pulled it out without a second thought. A small red book was his reward, and judging by it's condition it was well used. Kyle glanced at the door, making sure Stan was still at a safe distance. He didn't think that Stan would get that angry with him, but Kyle didn't want to embarrass him in any way.
He flipped through the pages looking for someone familiar or something juicy. His wide eyes bulged when he saw his own name, and the words 'kiss' and 'want' in the same sentence. He was sure that this was one of the least obscene descriptions there, but the pure shock caused Kyle to slam the book shut, and pitch it across the room.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 11, 2011 12:09:32 GMT -5
Stan returned to find his best-friend still sitting where he had left him, but Kyle was looking as though someone had just told him that the Jews were going to go and find a landmark in Germany to perform a parade in honour of Hitler. "Uh, Kyle? You Ok?"
The other jumped as though Stan had screamed and Stan blinked slightly, "Sorry, I thought that you had heard me coming back up the stairs," he said, wondering what the other was thinking about. It was odd and for some reason he felt tingles of freboding skating up and down his spine like the mischeivous fingers of a lover, making him hyper-aware.
"Um, we can order when we liked and my parents are going out in about an hour and a half," Shelly had long since moved out for her remaining time at college, "Where'd you wanna eat?" Stan held out several takeout menus to the other, letting Kyle take all of them to have a look at, Stan knowing what he'd get wherever they ate so it was just upto Kyle to pick.
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Post by annanova on Apr 11, 2011 20:49:29 GMT -5
After asking stan several times what he would prefer, saying that he himself didn't care, and still being forced to choose, Kyle took the Chinese menu. There was bound to be some form of pork on it. Fuck his mom, Kyle couldn't wait to get his hands on anything non Kosher. He pointed out what he wanted to Stan, trying not to make eye contact or anymore than he already was.
Kyle bit his lip trying to think of a tactful way to put what he just saw into words. He needed to comfort Stan. He was his best friend and without him Kyle couldn't turn to anyone else. Besides, something about Stan liking him more than a friend was enticing. Anything to get those lips on his. Which was a weird though in it's own. Kyle opened his mouth with a sigh, hoping to say something that was subtle enough for Stan to back out of. After all he didn't want to hurt the other's feelings.
"What the fuck did you write about me?"
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 12, 2011 8:13:26 GMT -5
At first Stan had no idea what the other was talking about. When he got up to close his door after calling a goodbye to his parents, used to closing the door for some semblance of privacy, he realised that his diary was on the floor. Nausea rolled in his stomach, panic gripping him and he swore that he felt his lungs starting to shrink somewhat. Oh, shit! Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Please, no!
Kyle couldn't have seen that book. Christ, Stan himself couldn't face that book sometimes because of how conflicted and confused that he was. "I--" he choked out, back to the other as he crossed the room quickly and shoved the book into his bedroom drawer lightening fast, carrying on as though he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, "I don't know what you're talking about," the laugh he gave sounded unnatural and high even to his own ears, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
"Writing about you? Writing in what, dude?"
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Post by annanova on Apr 12, 2011 23:31:48 GMT -5
"Yo-you're journal... I saw the edge peaking out of the bed and I opened it.... and I-I saw my name." Kyle lied through stuttering teeth. He was humiliated to presume something so quickly. After all perhaps he had misread what Stan had written. Maybe he was aching to hear the words so badly that he created them on paper.
"I-I'm probably just going crazy dude." Kyle laughed unsteadily. He gnawed on his lip and patted the spot next to him for Stan to come.
Kyle kept his lips closed until the other had ordered the food, trying to remain invisible. He couldn't imagine being more embarrassed. He hated this. All he wanted was to get another sneak peak at the diary again. Or even be able to ask about it again, but Kyle simply couldn't form words in his mouth. His throat was dry and closed at the thought of him and Stan as a couple.
"Dude..." Kyle forced out, and settled on the bed again. "Let's watch a movie or something until the food comes. Something scary." He wanted the quiet a movie would bring. He wanted the ability to think. He loved the thought of Stan thinking about his lips, thinking about him in any way. He laughed again, trying to despiser what he read by mundane clues in his speech. "And if I get scared you can kiss me."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 13, 2011 2:52:06 GMT -5
Stan didn't know how kissing Kyle if he got scared would help the other's nerves... he knew where else it might help. Giving an unnatural and choked sound that was supposed to be a laugh he then murmured, "Yeah, sure dude." He then got off of the bed and took the games console off the screen, setting his DVD player up instead. He selected the first scary film that was in his DVD box and then placed it on.
Returning back to his bed, and sitting besides Kyle, Stan still couldn't relax. On one hand he was pissed that Kyle, of all people, had invaded his privacy like that, but on the other hand he was more upset that the other had seen his confused and rambled musings, and that the other seemed to have no reaction to it other than surprise. Well... Stan assumed it was surprise; Kyle had always been pretty hard to read when he got excitable.
The film started but Stan was admittedly not really watching it; he was more conscious of Kyle's presence besides him. As the sun set and the room got darker, the pair of them bathed in the bluish light coming from the television set, Stan used the time to subtly look at his friend out of the corner of his eye. Kyle really was cute, but he was also a lot fiercer and stronger than people, even he, sometimes, gave him credit for.
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Post by annanova on Apr 13, 2011 13:38:14 GMT -5
Kyle could feel the other's eyes on him and instinctively pulled his knees closer to his body. He could blame it on fear from the film when in reality he was terrified of Stan. He knew it was horrible, but he felt betrayed. Like Stan had kept this secret from him, and not only a secret but one that was about him. He thought they shared everything and now he was figuring out that Stan was fucking in love with him. Okay, maybe the in love thing was a bit too far but he was positive he saw what he thought he did in that book.
At the same time he didn't want to be near the other in case some impulse threatened Stan to take that step. He wasn't sure he wanted to. Yes, he wanted to love Stan, but he didn't want to be gay and it was something that he couldn't really deny if he did kiss Stan. But if this was going on for as long as the book implied that Kyle was clueless to his love for a while. If Stan wanted to make a move he would have done so by now.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, seeing stan looking at him. In a weird way Kyle loved it. He liked feeling handsome. Sighing, he realized that he was making it too difficult. What else mattered besides the fact that they liked each other? It wasn't like anyone needed to know.
But Kyle definitely was not making the first move.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 15, 2011 4:50:57 GMT -5
The doorbell sounding to signal the arrival of their food was something that Stan had to fight the urge to cry out, "Hallelujah!" when he heard it. The atmosphere between himself and his best-friend was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, and he had no idea what to do about it. "I'll go and take care of that," he mumbled, moving from the bed besides Kyle and heading down to the front door. The delivery boy was paid, tipped, Stan closing the door with his foot before the guy'd even said goodbye and thanks.
He moved on autopilot to dish their food up, not really thinking on how it was probably a sign that he knew exactly how his best friend liked his food served without conscious thought and yet if anyone had asked him what Wendy's favourite dessert was he would have been at a loss to come up with anything. Man, he should have hid the diary better, because Kyle was obviously now disgusted with him and everything was going to be super-awkward.
"It's ready, Ky." His voice carried up the stairs as he took their food to the table, he having cutlery since chopsticks he just couldn't master, Kyle always teasing him for it since the redhead was amazing adept with the items. Stan grabbed them both a can of drink, dithering slightly until the other appeared, sending a nervous smile over, "Smells good, huh?"
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Post by annanova on Apr 15, 2011 16:55:02 GMT -5
Kyle supposed he could have gotten the journal back but he was too afraid to see what was written in it. After all, the only thing the other had said was that he thought about kissing him. A simple kiss. Something that seemed so trivial had made the whole night an awkward-feast. He didn't want to know what level of awkward he'd get to if he saw anything else in the booklet.
Stan had all but ran down to prepare dinner, and Kyle eventually got off of Stan's bed to join him. Okay, so maybe he was a little freaked out about the movie and he'd rather be in weird place with stan than waiting for some blood drinking monster or maniac to emerge from the unfamiliar shadows of his best friends room.
Kyle dragged himself down the stairs, almost laughing when he noticed the chopsticks next to his ordered food. Exactly the way he liked it. They were something he always teased Stan about and the boy felt proud having mastered something impressive, instead of knowing the boring trivial things like the national bird for each state in the U.S.
"Smells really good." Kyle confirmed and laughed in jittery gasps. "Hey, remember when we were younger? It was one of the first time your parents let me stay over when they were gone the whole night and Shelly was supposed to watch us?" He popped a bit of his food into his mouth, not bothering to confine from talking until he swallowed. "She ditched us too and we got drunk off your dad's beer." He laughed again. "I thought your sister was going to kill you when she got back."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 16, 2011 1:13:36 GMT -5
Stan wrinkled his nose and pulled a face as they both settled to their meals, "Dude, if she could have gotten away with it then she would probably have done so more than once-- or attempted it anyway." Although he and Shelly could be in the same room with one another now without insults or furniture being slung Shelly still made a point of embarrassing every chance she got.
He took a bite of his meal and hummed slightly; City Wok had certainly improved since they had been younger, and the food in the town had just calmed in general now that you didn't have to check it for radiation and shit the way that they once had. He was still chuckling a little at the memory of being drunk with the other.
"D'you know what I was thinking of the other day, just because my mum brought up that old necklace she used to have? When we pretended Cartmen's ass-cheeks were her boobs and gave a picture of them to the sixth graders!" they both snorted and Stan shuddered, grimacing, "The only killer is now I know what they did with the photo in the end."
He grabbed a prawn cracker, dipping it into the sauce and biting down on it. When Kyle recovered from his giggles he asked, "How is it?" he asked in referrence to his food. The other's reassurance that the food was fine did cheer him up slightly because even though his carelessness with his journal had apparently ruined the start of the evening he was hoping that a decent meal and chilling out would reinstate the end of the evening as a more pleasant encounter for the pair of them.
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Post by annanova on Apr 16, 2011 23:25:42 GMT -5
"Oh like you never jacked off thinking about your mom's bewbs." Kyle teased. "All bit and giggly. Okay, now I just grossed myself out. Your mom's like my mom and I don't want to think about her giant knockers flopping around, accompanied by a bunch of jacking off sixth graders."
Kyle popped more food into his mouth, eating hungrily. He watched Stan dunk a cracker, and mimicked him. Normally he hated mixing food, but this wasn't half bad. The atmosphere was helping his appetite as well. Not the whole Stan's-Mom's-boobs thing but the whole idea of joking and having fun with Stan like the old times.
"Hey. I have a question. Well five actually." He lifted one of his fingers, "how drunk would you have to be to do -one- your mom? Two- Wendy? Three- me? Four- Bebe? And five- yourself? Kyle asked, using his conversationalist skills to the max. Honestly, he was still trying to see how much Stan liked him, if he even did at all. ANyway, it was a simple game the two always played, like most bored teenage boys.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 18, 2011 0:53:02 GMT -5
[So sorry-- was having internet issues yesterday and thought I'd replied to this]
"Dude," Stan blinked a little, trying to catch up to what had just been asked of him, and then he started ticking them off on his fingers, "I'd die of alcohol poisoning from the amount I'd need to drink to do my mum, ditto Wendy and Bebe -no offence man-" he added since Bebe was Kyle's girlfriend, "And, tch, dude, I'm sexy--" he joked with a wink, "I do myself all the time."
Still keeping the casual conversational air Stan then admitted, "Aside from myself, I think you're the only person on that list who I could do more sober." He and Wendy hadn't slept together as much as he knew some people imagined they had, and he'd always been rather... blah, about it all.
"What about you, Ky?" he asked, shovelling a little more food into his mouth and looking towards his best-friend, "Same questions but in reverse." They were probably going to have nightmares tonight thinking of their mothers in such a fashion but it was no more than they deserved. Stan had to admit he was rather curious, and he hadn't thought there was anything odd in his own response: he was closer to Kyle than anyone.
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Post by annanova on Apr 18, 2011 10:17:51 GMT -5
Kyle's face flushed deeply and he coked on a bit of rice he'd placed in his mouth before Stan had answered his question. So he was right. Stan did like him. Well, maybe not like him romantically or at least want to sleep with him. If it was only the comment he wouldn't have minded so much. After all, it could have been a joke or momentary horniness from thinking of his girlfriend, but paired with the journal Kyle had enough proof to be satisfied.
"Um... same with my mom." He admitted and let out a shaky laugh, still a bit breathless from his previous choking episode. "I'd kill myself before I slept with Wendy." He added. The though of using Stan's old sperm dumpster wasn't exactly sexy.
"Uh, Stan?" Kyle asked, avoiding the other two questions because he'd sleep with Stan in a heartbeat. And if he avoided Bebe as well it didn't look like he was only dodging Stan. "Are you... y'know gay?"
((Don't worry about it! It's all good haha))
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