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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 20, 2012 18:05:12 GMT -5
Stan nodded as he pulled out of the driveway. While he and Kyle were more in sync than anyone he knew, when they fought they were explosive and were prone to week-long silent treatments. He doubted that being insensitive to yarmulkes would lead to that kind of fight, but even being annoyed with each other for an hour was sure to spoil their night.
"Do you think your mom suspected anything?" He asked, just to put their fight further behind them. He was already sure of the answer. She couldn't have, because if she did she would've said something, done something. At worst ripped into them and forbidden them from seeing each other, and at the very best given him a stern warning to treat Kyle well coupled with an embarrassing safe sex talk.
He usually drove with both hands on the wheel. Too many nights of having driven his friends or drunken dad from point A to B had ground the necessary safety into him. But now he let one hand fall down between their seats as further apology to Kyle, palm open, hoping Kyle would take it in his own.
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Post by annanova on Jul 20, 2012 22:00:42 GMT -5
Kyle sighed softly, then gave up the fight and reached over for Stan's hand. His spread his fingers into the other's hand and held it tightly. He knew that Stan was an extremely safe driver because of his father, and knowing that the other was risking his habits for an attempted apology was enough for Kyle to put away the argument. "I don't think my mom did. I mean, if she did she would have let us know. It isn't like my mother to just let things pass. Especially something this important."
Kyle let out a string of light giggles. "Ike thinks there's something up with us though," he redhead wasn't worried about that at all though. Most of the time Ike teased them anyway. But perhaps it spoke volumes for the kid that he was the only one able to see through their cover up.
"I love you, Stan," Kyle breathed the words into the crisp air of the car. "I thought you should know that. That even though we're both a bit nervous, I couldn't be happier, and there's no one I'd rather be with. Right now," he dropped his head onto the other boy's shoulder and smiled as he watched the road roll under the car.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 21, 2012 21:03:36 GMT -5
"I love you, too," Stan answered. He wanted to turn his head to kiss Kyle, but instead settled for squeezing his hand tighter. He tilted his head against Kyle's, lightly, even more conscious of his yarmulke now.
"Ike's a really smart kid." He watched the road, his excitement growing the closer they came to the school. "We should have him for ring bearer," he said. He was joking, but the idea of marriage seemed not only appealing but increasingly likely with how the night was going. How they'd talked earlier that day, expecting to spend their lives together, suddenly made it seem like something they both wanted to happen. While it seemed too early to talk about marriage to the degree of springing a proposal, the general idea seemed safe.
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Post by annanova on Jul 22, 2012 21:21:23 GMT -5
"If that's your idea of a proposal I strictly decline." Kyle teased, and stuck out his tongue in good humor. "I want to be wined and dined. The proposed to with a huge diamond. Somewhere romantic. You know, my mom's a Jew. If I accept a proposal with no ring, she'll think I'm the stupidest thing alive. And hate you," of course he was completely joking. Sheila would probably be more upset that Kyle didn't express their relationship before it became so serious.
"But yeah, Ike's a smart kid. Not much of a kid anymore though," He added a bit sadly. Kyle loved his brother and never missed out on a chance to talk about him. Ike idolized his elder brother, while Kyle thought he was the cutest, brightest and most impressive thing alive.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 23, 2012 20:41:56 GMT -5
"I wouldn't propose in a car," Stan said with mock-hurt. "Or when we're still in high school.... At least not when we're keeping everything secret. Though I guess we could come out by sending our parents wedding invitations," he joked, smiling contentedly as he imagined touching a ring when he held Kyle's hand. It was strange picturing it. It was easy to see himself with Kyle for life, but also easy to know they had more to do, more mature conversations to have, before they were ready for it.
He watched as the school grew closer. "You'll have to wait a long time if you want a big ring, dude." He brought Kyle's hand up to his mouth and kissed it, feeling self-conscious only after the fact as he realized how close they were to the school, and how anyone could see them. "If you're planning to marry me, anyway."
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Post by annanova on Jul 23, 2012 21:26:34 GMT -5
"Like I told you Stan, I'm not even considering it unless you get me a ring and actually ask." Kyle laughed lightly, and blushed when the other kissed his hand. It was such a loving and romantic gesture and made the redhead's stomach flip. But then again Stan could make his head spin by giving off that certain laugh that was a bit lower than his normal tone.
"But I guess I could see us. Being together that long I mean." Kyle added, referring to the discussion they had had earlier. "I know I couldn't go back to being your friend. It'd be too painful. And I couldn't just... not have you next to me. I don't think I could go on. So that only leaves us one option."
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 24, 2012 14:15:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, seems like we're stuck with each other," Stan answered with a smile as he pulled into the parking lot. He looked at Kyle, unjoining their hands to undo his seatbelt. "I guess you're not the worst person to spend the rest of my life with."
"I'll ask you," he added after a beat of silence, shifting gears from joking to entirely serious. "For real. After we graduate." He was almost astonished at how surely and easily the words came out. This was bigger even than talking about being together after college, and it hit him hard. It was an actual plan to marry his best friend, a real expectation to be legally joined together forever. It was easily the largest, most important plan he'd ever had in his life.
"Anyway....You ready?" he asked, suddenly eager to avoid the conversation as the enormity of the situation washed over him.
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Post by annanova on Jul 24, 2012 20:47:07 GMT -5
Kyle let out a sharp and nervous chuckle. "Ready as I'll ever be." And with that he stroked the side of Stan's face once, sending him a meaningful look. He wanted to portray that no matter what happened that night they'd still be together. Kyle couldn't really care about what his peers had to say. Well, that wasn't exactly true, but being this close to graduation meant that he could let go a bit more than normal. And anyway, he loved Stan more than he loved whatever image the class might have had of him.
They exited the car and almost instantly Kyle fished around for Stan's hand. Once found, he held it tightly, looping their fingers. Stan would be his rock for the night; the one who he could turn to when he felt like the stares were getting too horrible.
And they were. They hadn't even left the parking lot and heads were turning. The main emotion displayed on each fact was shock, a few looked as if they were 'understanding the joke,' and too smart to be fooled, sending grins to express this.
Kyle sighed, and looked down to his feet. "They're already staring, dude," he said softly. "I kind of feel like I want to puke. But at the same time I want to go over there and kick the shit out of them. I'm debating between the two, or if I should just do both." Of course he was joking... sort of...
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 24, 2012 23:15:26 GMT -5
"Like I said, you're the only person worth looking at," Stan answered with a tight smile. He'd never been discriminated against in his entire life before, not really, not when it counted, and he couldn't tell now if his concern was overblown with paranoia or justifiable. He liked to hope for the best from people, particularly ones he'd known since childhood, but he'd always expected the worst from them.
The worst that happened right now were a few whispers, but it was still enough to make his face heat. He let go of Kyle's hand and wrapped an arm around his waist instead as they walked to the school doors. "It'll be fine. I can't wait to dance with you. Besides," he whispered, "puking's my thing, dude, don't steal it from me."
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Post by annanova on Jul 25, 2012 19:28:53 GMT -5
"Well I can't very well help it if my stomach decides it would rather have it's acids on your shoes instead of in it." Kyle moaned and shrugged into Stan's shoulder. He supposed it was a good thing that he was shorter than Stan. In childhood, the redhead was a bit taller but puberty was much kinder than Stan and the raven soon grew to almost tower over him. If Kyle wanted to kiss the other he had to lean up on his tip-toes. But in a moment like this it was pleasant, since they seemed to fit together perfectly.
Kyle lifted his gaze to find an underclassmen starring with particular disgust. He leaned forward, muttering an 'Oh God,' and was sure he was going to humiliate them both even more by vomiting right then and there. But then Kenny came into view in front of him, standing next to Wendy and Bebe.
"I think it's really great that you're both sure enough in your sexuality to come out like this," Wendy bubbled suddenly, and Kyle stood up straighter and forced his stomach to calm down.
"Yeah," Bebe backed up. "Wendy's just worried that because you used to be into her, you think she looks like a man."
"Shut up!" Wendy was much too proud to let anyone know she was falling for an old stereotype.
"Well it's true!"
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 26, 2012 22:05:51 GMT -5
"I'm not gay," Stan answered, then immediately stalled. He wondered if it was rude to object to that now, with Kyle pressed up tightly against him. He wasn't, really. He was more attracted to girls than he was to boys, in fact if Kyle wasn't in his life his default way to define himself would even be 'straight'. But he'd also only ever thought of Kyle, romantically and sexually, since they'd gotten together, and was sure that would be true for the rest of his life. While his denial wasn't wrong, it somehow felt too strong.
He wasn't having a sexuality crisis, but he worried it was somehow offensive to what Kyle and he had together. He glanced at the other boy to gauge his reaction before looking back to Wendy. "You're pretty," he assured, leaving it at that because, if talking about himself and Kyle took careful footwork, so did complimenting his ex-girlfriend.
"So who'd you come here with?" he asked the three of them. Kenny, almost as expected, wrapped his arms around Bebe and Wendy's shoulders and claimed he'd bagged both of them.
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Post by annanova on Jul 28, 2012 0:31:39 GMT -5
"Um, no." They both said in comical unison. Then Wendy spoke up, in her pretentious tone she often used around others she deemed less intellectual. "We came in a group of friends. It'd be horrible to go to prom with some chauvinistic asshole that's got his eyes on all the other girls. We decided our last memory of high school was going to be a good one."
"I've got to go," Kyle announced and darted out of the group so quickly he'd almost tried going through Kenny rather than around him. He walked past the line waiting waiting to get in to the building and slipped into the mens room.
It was times like this that he sort of wished Stan was a girl so he couldn't come in. He wasn't gay? Then what the fuck was this date? And how could he answer that so quickly, as if it was second nature. Kyle was known to overt hink things, but he was almost positive he wasn't this time. He sunk into a stall and prayed that Stan hadn't noticed his shoes earlier that day.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 28, 2012 4:26:00 GMT -5
"Kyle--" Stan followed him quickly, mumbling apologies as he pushed his way past the quickly-increasing crowd. He found his way into the bathroom not because he had seen Kyle go in, but rather because he hadn't seem him move past it, either.
"Kyle?" He said again, this time a plain request. "Kyle, come out and talk to me, dude, okay?" He walked down the row of stalls, scanning them. Only one was occupied, but he still didn't want to try and peer in the crack by the edge of the door, never mind drop to his knees and try to identify the boy by peering under for any identifying marker. He hadn't paid attention to Kyle's shoes, only noticing how attractive he'd appeared in his suit, so he hoped Kyle would answer him without him having to try and potentially peep in on a stranger taking a dump. "Please, what's wrong?"
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Post by annanova on Jul 29, 2012 1:28:59 GMT -5
"The fuck, Stan?" Kyle demanded from the closed stall even though he's made himself promise that he wouldn't respond a few seconds earlier. "You're not gay, but Wendy looks pretty? Fucking happy to know how supportive you are." He was being a bit moody, but he was frightened and Stan's careless words hadn't helped. If he was thinking straight he'd realize that Stan's conversation with Wendy and his slip about his yarmulke was probably due to the ravens own nervousness. But Kyle just folded in on himself and peered from the slit of the door.
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Post by cobroncos7 on Jul 29, 2012 3:03:15 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have said anything about Wendy if she wasn't insecure about it." Stan rubbed the bridge of his nose. She had looked nice enough honestly, but even so it was a definite breach of etiquette to compliment ex-girlfriends in front of boyfriends. He leaned against the stall, making sure not to touch the door in case Kyle came out. "And you know I love how you look, I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was when I came to pick you up."
"Anyway, I know I shouldn't have said that. I just, I don't know, I'm not used to this," he continued. He deflated for a moment, then said strongly, "But I'm not gay. I only dated girls before you and it wasn't 'cause I was trying to cover something up. I was really into them. You're the only guy I've ever liked, and you're.... You're so much better than all of them, but it's not 'cause you're a dude. I'd want to be with you if you were a girl, too. You're just so awesome and I love you so fucking much." He turned his head, looking through the crack of the door peripherally now that he knew it was Kyle. "I'm so in love with you. And I want to dance with you. And let people see me holding you. Jesus, I told you I want to marry you in the car. That's how I want to be supportive of us--by showing everyone how much I want to be with you, not by saying I'm gay or telling Wendy she looks like a dude in her prom dress." He took a step away from the stall with a sigh. "Will you come out now? I'd like to dance with you if you still want to."
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