StanxKyle Story Chapter 11

After dinner, Stan took me back to my house and we spent hours kicking ass at Guitar Hero, just like before. Even though he swears to be better than me, I always get the higher score and he gets the lower one. He claims that is just because he concentrates on his solo parts…but I don't believe him. Though I had to admit, I had a lot of free time in the past few years to play guitar in my room alone than Stan did. Seeing as he, you know, had a girlfriend and all.

Actually, things felt so 'back to normal' that I began to question whether anything Stan and I had done that night had meant anything. I had to keep reminding myself of the different events of the night in order to keep myself composed. I almost felt like Tweek- being so paranoid like this -but eventually I forgot my paranoia and continued playing with Stan, settling on the fact that if the events of the night had not been real, Stan wouldn't keep sending little glances my way after each game. He never did that before.

Laying my trusty 2007 Guitar Hero controller down on the floor beside his, I joined Stan on my bed and let out a well-deserved, triumphant laugh. "Beat you again. Marsh." I cooed, glancing over at the black-haired boy beside me and poking his chest.

Stan groaned in response and lightly punched my shoulder. "Yeah, Yeah… I'll get you next time!" He laughed good-heartedly, sitting up a bit and pulling me with him. For a moment it was just us; Stan and I. Well, actually, it had been just us the whole time, it's not like anyone else was there…but you get the metaphor.

"I love you, Kyle." Stan whispered, making my heart leap at least a foot out of my ribcage as he let out a graceful sigh and brushed the side of my cheek. "I regret having not done this sooner…" He went on to say, frowning a bit as he spoke. At that moment any paranoid thoughts of the night not having happened vanished.

I blushed, smiling like the love-sick moron I was and cleared my throat. "I love you too, Stan." I replied, fiddling with Stan's fingers as I spoke. "…and it's okay. That you didn't, I mean. Really." I peered up to meet his azure eyes. I always loved that look Stan had when he was just a bit sad. It sounds weird... I was never sure of what it meant, or if it was possibly just a Super Best Friend thing -like sympathy?- but when he was sad, there was always this…sparkle to his eyes. Like you expected him to start crying or something. Which he probably would have, if he wasn't much older and mature than he was as a kid. "I love you all the same, Stanley Marsh." I added again, simply for emphasis. In case he, you know, missed it the first time.

Stan smiled back at me with that knowing look we both knew so well, and I stole a kiss from him. As if he minded. Which, I actually had to question, because he stole it back.

Only moments later, I found myself on my back, kissing Stan and tangling my fingers in his raven-hair. Everything with Stan always happened so fast, it hadn't even been 24 hours yet since we were nothing more than friends, and now I'm making out with him in my bedroom. And I'm NOT dreaming, for once.

"D-Dude..." There was a slight pause where only the sounds of us breathing filled the room before Stan actually spoke and continued his sentence. "That was just...damn... I-I had no idea, Kyle."

"M'mmmm..." I hummed in a bliss-stricken reply, head resting on his chest with an arm slung over his waistline loosely. "It's better than I had ever imagined it could be."

"Well..." The love of my dreams -and reality!- began, azure eyes staring at me with a glint of mischief. "It...doesnt have to end here." Stan added, causing my heart to skip another beat and my mind to strengthen the possibility of a heart attack if it skipped again. The breath in my throat finally unhitched and I spoke.

"W-What do you mean, Stan?" Sitting up a little bit, I turned to face him all the way. I didnt want to jump to any conclusions, I mean- maybe he just meant the night wasnt over, I usually ended up sleeping over anyways. But, there was a hint of something in his eyes... beyond mischief, more like...well the only thing I could think to compare this look to is a "Kenny". For those of you who dont know what I mean by that, use your imagination- or, think of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"I mean...unless you don't want to...We can take this to the next level." Stan finally confirmed, smirking in a way that reminded me even further of our parka-hooded friend. To be honest, I really had no idea what he meant. I mean, from what I have gathered in my experiences in high-school there are three steps, or, bases. First, you get that first kiss. Second, you make out/touch their...parts? I guess...Like, boobs...or...something... Idontfuckingknow- Then there's Third, where you..."do it" right? That was originally my first assumption, but, now that Stan had said it so plainly... I couldnt think straight. "I-I..."

"Kyle, we dont have to." Stan soothed me, cupping the side of my face and rubbing my cheek. "I realize how fast we're moving, I just thought that...well...since you've waited so patiently for me all these years...you might be ready for it." All the clarifications Stan threw my way made me feel like he was reading my mind. Any kind of fault or worry that appeared in my mind, Stan picked up on like a Search-Relief dog sniffing out survivors.

Stan chuckled, kissing me once again and meeting my eyes. "I dont read minds, dude, I've just gotten really good at reading your expressions." Nuzzling my nose and resting his forehead on mine, Stan let out a sigh. "So, do you want to wait- or do you think you're ready to take this another step?"

I laughed a bit to myself, pondering how stupid it was for me to think he was psychic. "I guess...I mean..." I finally tore my eyes from Stan's nose and pulled away enough to look him in the eye. A new sense of confidence suddenly enveloped me and pulled me towards Stan in a deep, meaningful kiss. Stan obliged obediently -Thank God!- and pulled me close to his chest, supporting my back with one of his hands and keeping the other on my cheek. After quite a few minutes had passed, save for a few breathing-breaks, Stan and I broke apart and stared into the others eyes. I cant really explain how he knew -let alone how I knew- but almost simultaneously we shared a devious grin, opening our mouths and sharing the same, life changing statement.

"Let's do this."