Stan P.O.V.
I walked with Kyle, out of school.
We were silent the whole time, dunno why.
I guess what happened to...you know... Tweek and Craig.. But... whatever...
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"So Stan..."
Kyle started, I looked at him curiously and looked at him with a smile.
"What are we gonna do now? It's almost summer and...you know... we don't have any plans...."
He stated, smiling and expecting an answer from me.
I shrugged. I don't know...
We continued walking to Kyle's house, but then we saw Clyde. I thought he was grounded...
"Clyde? Shouldn't you be inside your house?"
I asked. He seemed in a hurry too, I wonder why?
"Shhh!! Shut up! My dad doesn't know that I left!"
He shouted silently,
If I were him, I wouldn't escape. 'Cause
One, I can't even escape the house, with Shelly there.
And two, even if I did escape, I would be 2x or maybe 3x grounded.... Clyde made a wrong move there.
Me and Kyle both nodded and he ran.
Weird.
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We arrived at Kyle's house. Kyle opened the door and there ran Ike, Kyle's little bro.
"Kyle!"
Ike happily hugged Kyle tightly and Kyle hugged back.
"Sup, Ike?"
I asked him, with a warm smile, and and he glanced at me.
"Great, Stan!"
He happily answered back.
He is 7 years old right now, last time I saw him... he was just a little baby...
Time flies fast when you don't keep track of them..
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Kyle led me to his room, and shut the door. Why?
I sat on his soft bed and lay down for a bit.
I noticed Kyle stare at me, as I was relaxing on his blue bed.
"What?"
I ask.
His face suddenly turned red and he looked away, avoiding eye contact with me.
"What's wrong, Kyle?"
I asked again, trying to look at his face, but he keeps looking away everytime.
He's acting weird right now... dunno why.
"Kyle, the hell is wrong with you? You're acting weird right now..."
I stated, grabbing his arm, and trying to remove it from covering his blushing red face.
"Stan!"
He yelled, as I removed his hand. He's stressed much...
"Talk to me."
I told him. I need to comfort him, after all, he is my SBF.
"I-"
He stuttered, and stopped a bit. I raised a brow.
What's happening to him?
Is he.... alright?
"Stan, I...
I like you..."
He confessed.
What? Like me? As a friend, right?
"A-As a friend... right Kyle?"
I made sure of what he said... but he shook his head, and that's when my eyes widened.
"As... more than a friend.."
He reassured me.
My eyes were still widened, about what he said...
More than a..... friend?
Is that... a good thing? He's gay, is that it?
"I- uh... dunno what to-a s-say, Kyle... I-uh"
I was speechless... a boy who doesn't know what to say, because of someone, of the same gender, confessed his "love" to me.
I ran off, confused.
"Stan, wait!"
I heard Kyle yell out for me.
But I was too far away in my mind... I couldn't think straight...
Why... why is this happening to me?
Kyle P.O.V.
I watched as Stan ran away from the house, and from me.
I felt warm liquid stream down my face.
It was tears, and I was crying.
I couldn't accept the truth that... Stan didn't like me, the way I did for him...
I guess I need to let him think for a while or two...
You can't expect a person, to love you back just like that.
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I gazed upon my window, for a long time...
Then I saw this blonde boy, walking on the sidewalk.
It was Tweek and he
looked....
different..
I ran down and went out the house to meet him, and luxky for me, he noticed me.
I thought he'd be angry at me.
"Tweek! H-Hey... uh... how's it going? Did Craig talk to you yet?"
I asked him. His face was... expressionless... not like the Tweek I know...
He is usually in panick and jittering, but happy and cheerful... a lot like Butters but spazzy.
But now he's.... dark.
His eyes, it looked so dark and pale.
His smile, was nowhere to be seen on his face.
He shook his head faintly, looking at me.
"What about... you and Stan?"
He properly stated... which is not like him.
He usually stutters and stuff like that.
"Huh? What about... us?"
I asked him, pretending that I don't know what's going on.
But I think he already knows...
"Stop pretending... I know you like him."
He stated. My face wore a troublesome look, and made me worry.
"I saw Stan running, away from your direction.
So... what happened?"
He out of the open, asked.
He sounded so... cold...
Not the warmth I feel when I'm talking to him. This feeling its........ its different.
"Tweek...if I may ask... well.. what happened to you? You seem different..."
I informed him. He still haven't changed his expression... which was weirding me out.
"If you must know... Craig hasn't been talking to me for a week now... he just looks at me, then walks away..."
He informed me. I was all ears on this.
"Last time, I tried talking to him myself, but he shut me out."
He finished. My eyes widened at the last part.
Shut him... out? How... How rude...
"That's when I changed, if everyone knows I'm desperate at some point for him... might as well forget about him..."
He stated. I couldn't say anything.... considering it as my fault... I couldn't comfort him whatsoever...
"And now, he's the one chasing after me... but I'm the one ignoring him."
He told me, coldly.
The other way.... around.
Did Craig realize his feelings... a little late?
Too bad for him but...
to be honest, I don't like this new found Tweek... he kinda scares me, at a thought...
And, he doesn't look friendly as usual...
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After a while...
He walked away, leaving me there, standing like I've seen some naked guy running around screaming "I'm fab" while putting his middle finger out.
What happened....?
Why did he change? Is it because of the rejection? Will I be like that too? Desperate then, being the one chased after?
I-i don't want it like that... I-
I need to fix this.
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Somehow... I feel like... all of this..... is my fault.
