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Silence.

💭: "finally.. some sleep.." Kyle thought to himself.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU TEA DRINKER" Stan yelled, soon after the red-haired British man sat up.

"Excuse me?" Kyle blinked.

"Get up were going on a date." Stan said before leaving.

And that's how Kyle ended up here. At the skating rink.

"Stan!- I don't know how to skate!-" Kyle hissed in a hushed tone.

"I'll teach you then."

Stan dragged Kyle onto the rink. Just then "The Masochism tango" began to play.

Stan grabbed Kyle's hand, pushing them apart, he looked away once the beat kicked before pulling Kyle close and singing along.

"As we danced to the Masochism tango."

"Bash in brain!~"

"And make me scream with pain.."

"Then kick me once again."

Kyle joined in, dipping stan down and kissing him, earning a few "Awwws" from the neighboring people.

"And sat well never part." They hummed together.

After that? They went for ice cream ofc.

Kyle got strawberry and stan got moosetracks.

"I love you stan."

"..."

"Stan?"

"Wake up Kyle."

Kyle woke up, realizing he was still at the cemetery. He fell asleep next to his lovers grave. He covered his mouth and cried.

He'd never get to feel again.

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