Why Do I Love You so Much(Style South Park)

A bit of kyle

     I want to do some Kyle Pov so here's kyles pov. Right we're they left of :)

   Gosh I forgot Stan was a bit of an emotional drunk. He was mad at me literally 10 seconds ago, now he's hugging me. I can feel his breath against my neck. Sometimes I hate Stan. I hate how I feel something with him. I hate how he makes me like him. I hate that how I feel about him isn't what friends should feel towards eachother. Surly he doesn't feel anything back, right. Well right now it feels like he feels the same way. 

"Stan, please let me take you home," I ask again softly. He shakes his head again, his hat shrugging off slowly. He whines as I drag him out the house. I know I have to take home Kenny and Cartman but I don't care anymore. Stan was currently pushing me trying to go back in.

"Kylleeeeee, let's go back in. Cmon." He continued to punch me weakly. I sigh as I push him in the front seat, "Stan we'er going home, we'll to your house."

   I start the car up and look at him. There's tears in his eyes, drunk tears. I pull into the street, and head to his house.

   There's no lights on, they must be asleep. Stan had nodded of into a peaceful sleep a little while ago. I picked him up bridal style and carried him in. Inside Randy was sprawled out on the couch passed out. As I walked up the stairs Stan started to move around. Once we reached the bathroom his eyes were open. 

"Kyle?" He asked, he still spundend a bit drunk. 

"Yea," I ask.

"Why are we in my bathroom?" He giggled a bit at that. I smiled, "Stay here, ok?"

He nodded and sat on the counter. I ran down the stairs and got a cup to slash water on his face. I open the bathroom door and he's trying to draw a smiley face with the fog from his breath on the mirror. I chuckle a bit. Stan looks at me and starts grinning. I fill up the cup with water and throw it on Stan. 

   "KYLEE!" Stan yells. He tries to talk but I put a finger over his mouth so he'd shut up, "Kyle? Bebes luckyyyy," he says his words slurring. I look at him confused, "What's that mean?" I ask walking to his bedroom, he's following close behind. I sit at his desk and he sits on the floor in front me. He's grinning that stupid drunk grin at me. 

"Cause, your so pretty," he whispers setting his chin on my knee and looking up at me. My eyes widen, "You think I'm pretty?" I barley whisper.

    He nods, "Mhmm-.." his head falls and rest on my knee. He's snoring a bit. Your so pretty. I can't believe it. Stan Marsh. Stan fucking Marsh. Said I'm pretty, so pretty actually. I can't help but smiling wide at that. He's still sleeping. I pick him up and lay him on the mess of blue and blacks blankets. I tuck him in and stare at him. I know it's creepy looking at someone while their sleeping. But I just wanna know if people actually look like an angle while sleeping. In Stan's case, no. He looks like a doofus. His mouth is open and he's twisted himself up. 

Shit, I forgot about Kenny and Cartman. I pull my phone out 1am, "Fuck!" 

 OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS SOO MUCH. It was so much fun honestly. It's a quick little chapter but in kyles pov. Updates are gunna happen more often too :) my schedule has been more free. As always thank u for reading.