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Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?
Kyle hated parties with a passion. Everything was loud and everyone was drunk. But he’d do anything for Stan. A pitiful and very embarrassing thought, but the undeniable truth. So that’s why he stood next to Stan as he chugged alcohol. This was Stan’s last cup, according to Kyle. That was his rule when he came to this party, that Stan was only allowed to drink a certain amount. He finished his drink and threw away his cup, sighing as he tried to bask in the little amount of alcohol he had.
I’m tryna tell you something, something that I already said.
“Stan, can we move away from the drink station? So you’re not tempted or anything?” Kyle asked as he placed his hand on his shoulder. Stan’s expression sank but he nodded. They made their way over to the food instead, where Stan would enforce his one rule as well. When Kyle had agreed to come to the party, Stan had said that he had to eat something. Kyle’s stomach hurt at the sight of Stan purposely walking them toward the food.
You like the pretty boy, with a pretty voice
“Could you eat a little something for me?” Stan asked, holding out a couple of tortilla chips. Kyle grimaced but tried his best to nod. He grabbed the chips and ate them, surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste. He grabbed a few more without having to be coerced. Stan caught Kyle’s eye and smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Kyle. You’re doing so well.” Kyle choked on his food as his face turned as red as his hair. “Psh, it’s no big deal, Stan. Thank you, though.” He hoped that his smile came off as “normal” and not too “head over heels.”
Who’s tryna sell you something, something that you already have.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not proud of you,” he said with a shrug. Kyle smiled. “Well, thank you.” Their conversation went quiet for a moment until a familiar face greeted them. “Hey, guys! How are y’all doing?” Kenny asked. Stan and Kyle shared a glance, then redirected their attention to look at Kenny with smiles. “Doing well! How about you?” Kyle asked. Kenny must have responded, but Stan was too busy looking around with squinted eyes. “Where’s Marjorine?” he asked. “I literally never see you without her, dude.” Kenny laughed and pointed over to the dance floor. They both turned their heads to see Marjorine in all her glory, jumping up and down to the music. “I had to grab a bite to eat, y’know? Told her I’d be right back, so I kinda gotta go. Nice catching up with you guys!” He winked and saluted mockingly and scurried over to his girlfriend.
But if you’re too drunk to drive, and the music is right
Stan chuckled as he saw the couple reunite, Marjorine acting like her boyfriend had just come back from war and she was seeing him for the first time in years. He tapped his foot to the song unknowingly as watched them dance together. He wanted to be able to do that with Kyle and had dreamed of it more times than he would like to count. Speaking of Kyle…
She might let you stay, but just for the night
“You’re spending the night after this, right?” Stan asked. Usually they just kind of assumed the other was staying over, but tonight was a different circumstance. “Of course I am! I have to be there to make sure you get home safe.” Stan rolled his eyes, but he was secretly really glad that Kyle was taking him home. He wasn’t too fond of being alone. “I thought so but I was just checking,” he explained. All of a sudden, a familiar note rang in his ears. His face lit up with recognition.
And if she grabs for your hand and drags you along
“Dude, this is my favorite song!” Stan exclaimed as he grabbed onto Kyle’s shoulders and shook him. Kyle was mesmerized by Stan’s expression, his eyes incredibly bright and his body buzzing with excitement. He was so sucked into him that he had almost missed Stan saying, “Can we please go dance together?” His mouth pulled up into a loopy smile. Stan didn’t hesitate after he saw the slightest hint of a nod from the boy across from him, moving to grasp his hand and leading him toward the dance floor (Tolkien’s family room).
She might wanna kiss, by the end of the song.
Stan’s hands made their way around Kyle’s hips, swaying them back and forth to the music. They were so close. Kyle’s eyes become lidded as he melted into Stan’s hold. A soft hand somehow made its way to hold Kyle’s cheek. His eyes widened as he looked at Stan. He smiled and said, “I want to kiss you so badly right now.” Kyle’s heart began to race, but he shook his head and frowned. “Stan, you’re drunk. You don’t mean that.” It pained him to say, to come to that realization, but it was better than being kissed with no meaning behind it. Stan smiled even wider. “I’m not drunk, I promise. You barely let me have any alcohol anyway,” he said with a chuckle. Kyle’s breath caught in his throat. He was right. He had barely had anything to drink, and his tolerance was phenomenal. Stanley Marsh, who was asking to kiss him, was not drunk. Everything suddenly clicked for Kyle, and he leaned forward without hesitation. Their lips connected in what felt like an, albeit cliche, perfect way. They both smiled into the kiss as Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan. He pulled away for a couple of seconds to catch his breath and rest his forehead on Stan. “Oh my God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.” Stan smiled and pecked Kyle’s cheek. Stan’s response was abruptly cut off as they heard Kenny shout, “Stan and Kyle finally kissed! Cartman owes me so much fucking money!” They both turned to make eye contact with Kenny and then back to each other. Stan couldn’t hold back his laugh, burying his head into Kyle’s shoulder when he remembered that they were surrounded by a shit load of people. “C’mon man, let’s get outta here. We can do more when we get back to my house,” Stan said with a wink. Kyle didn’t have the guts to look into the deeper meaning of that sentence, because the effect would most likely destroy his dignity. “Ok, let’s go.”