College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

What Do You Mean Its Not Official?

Stan was covered in oil and had his work hat on backwards. His first button on his shirt was not made, showing his sweaty, slightly hairy chest.

"Bay 2, ready for oil!" He shouted, wiping his hands with a rag.

"10-4 Bay 2!" Kenny replied underneath the car, continuing the oil change for the car they both were working on.

"So, what'd you tell...her?" Kenny asked, emphasizing the her to imply Kyle. He didn't want to out Stan, but he wanted to hear their issues.

Stan sighed and poured the container of oil, not even considering the persons window down just listening in to everything.

"Dude I just- I don't know! It's too early to commit, plus I'm not at that same level of...affection?" He answered, even confused with his bullshit answer.

Kenny shook his head, knowing Stan was never good at serious discussions or confrontations.

"Duuudddee...that was weak." Kenny said, checking his phone as he finished screwing the plug back in before oil spilled everywhere.

"I know, I know..." Stan groaned, tossing the empty bottle and pouring the new one. "I just...It's not just I'm scared cause it's...something new. There's history I'm afraid of damaging."

Kenny nodded, seeing Stan finally hit the bell.

"Don't wanna lose what we already have, that's what I'm scared of. I like...her. I do. There's something really special that's...honestly growing." He continued on, staring at the car engine trying to process his feelings at work.

"Well dude, if you can tell me right here you can say that. You have to tell hi- er. Tell her. She's not too happy." Kenny replied, cleaning up his area.

Stan pulled the rod to show the person their oil, how it looks and how full it is. He wiped it off after and set the rod back in its place. Making sure all was placed correctly, he shut the car hood and started checking the person out on the computer.

Kenny on the other hand was humming while cleaning. When finished he came up the small stairs and to ground level. He cleared the oil tray and grabbed a new one, getting ready to start on another car to finish their shift as soon as possible.

"Should I get, like, flowers?" Stan asked, unsure of what his super best friend of two decades likes. He knew as a friend, not romantically.

Kenny shrugged while checking the air pressure on a different car, trying to think of a gift for Kyle but giving up.

"That's too intimate for me. I don't know." Kenny answered.

Stan sighed even more, it was such a habit now he was getting mocked. Just how can he make Kyle less mad? Definitely not sex, Stan knew this is something far more intimate, romantic.

He scratched his head while taking a sip of gatorlite. The perfect mix of what he needed as an alcoholic.

"How about this..." Kenny interrupted, going to the other tire. "Do like, a picnic. Something sincere."

Stan scrunched up his face, directing the car out of the facility.

"I can't cook." He said.

Kenny rolled his eyes, shutting the air machine off.

"Buy it, Dumbass, just buy the premade sandwiches and cake." Kenny scoffed.

Stan looked up in thought then nodded, considering thats a good way of getting Kyle out of his stubborn shell made of sass. He not only wanted to talk to the red head, but also just have a good time with him that didn't involve sex. That was their love language it seemed like, and it was taking a slight toll without any reassurance being given.

"Come with me to the store, while you're there you can get condoms for how much you've been fucking me." Stan said with a low middle finger.

Kenny chuckled and returned the gesture, signaling Stan to clock out.

"Let me help Mark with this car, you go ahead and clean up I'll be out in ten." Kenny said while twisting the rag, whipping Stan's thigh which prompted the man to yell and reach for the towel.

"Ow! Asshole." Stan laughed, pushing Kenny gently as he made his way inside.
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Stan set everything up for the picnic. He obviously had to remind himself about five times that Kyle was diabetic. He was so concerned about what they were having, he got him sugar free items and some regular since he couldn't even remember to what degree Kyle was a diabetic. It was the effort that counts.

He sat down waiting for the red head to arrive, staring out onto the field where some kids were playing. He watched as they called each other slurs, larped, and chased each other around. It reminded him of the golden days.

"Do I have to register you?" Kyle said behind him.

Stan jumped then flipped him off, laughing off the jump scare.

"Fuck off." Stan replied, patting the spot next to him. "Don't actually, please sit down."

Kyle sat down next to him and looked at the spread of food, tilting his head up with a grin.

"I didn't think you had a romantic bone in your body, Stan." Kyle teased.

Stan opened up the platter of sandwiches with a weak chuckle, pulling out other things from the items.

"Yeah well, I can't help myself around you." Stan slyly responded. He flashed Kyle a look of devious intentions, then giggled away with him.

Kyle started picking at his sandwich, taking out tomatoes and a pickle. Stan watched before clearing his throat to begin speaking.

"Kyle..." He started nervously. "I'm sorry."

Kyle looked at him, grabbing the fruit platter.

"Go on." He responded sternly.

Stan nervously laughed, adjusting his legs as he sat on the blanket.

"I'm sorry I'm not clear with what I want. I'm...scared." Stan stated, looking out to the kids again. "Kyle, I know I like you. More than I used to. I don't know...how to show it."

Stan rubbed his wrist to gain courage, just wanting to blurt everything out. If he can give his heart and mind to Kyle it would be on the spot.

"I'm scared of ruining what we have now. Before all of this, we have been friends for two fucking decades. What if everything fails and we end up just hating each other?" Stan blurted out, he was a nervous wreck. He truly sucked at explaining his feelings because no one would understand them.

No one but Kyle.

"I don't wanna lose you. I'm really scared of that."

Kyle set his plate down and looked at Stan, his eyes filled with shock. This was more than what he thought Stan can even say.

"Losing you means I truly lost myself."

Kyle's eyes fluttered, reaching for Stan's hand. Stan blinked when he was touched, turning his head to face Kyle.

"For 20 years, I've stuck by your side. Thick and thin. I know we had our fights, and I know we 'hated' each other at points. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can make me stop thinking about you. And if I do, it means I died.  Even then will I haunt the fucking graveyard and cry your name." Kyle passionately said, squeezing Stan's hand. "I've tried. And I only see myself dreaming of you again."

Stan stared at Kyle, almost overwhelmed by this confession. He croaked but nothing came out.

"Again and again. You have to do something really stupid or purposely hurt me to get me away from you."

Stan nodded slowly, understanding just how strong Kyle is. Never will Stan have to ask for reassurance, not after this.

"I'll do anything in my power to make you stay mine, in every lifetime." Stan proclaimed with a shaky voice.

"I know, Stan. I know." Kyle replied with tears, gently cupping Stan's cheek.

"I love you, Kyle."