More Than a Friend

Chapter 22

"Wh-What?!" Kyle stammered. Angela looked down back at the table. "Yeah. I'm getting expelled." She then slammed her fist on the table as hard as she could. "All because of that bitch, Wendy!!" 

Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to our table. "Angela, you need to calm down..." I said quietly. Her eyes met mine, but they had rage and tears in them. "Why should I, Stan?! I'm being expelled for trying to stick up for one of my friends! And the person who I fought is only getting suspended for a week, because she is a sneaky little cunt who always gets her way!"

Angela then stands up and storms out of the cafeteria.

The lunch room is quiet, with some faint whispers. I let out a sigh and turn to Kyle. "Do you think she will be okay? Should we go and talk to her?" Kyle asked, as he looked up to me with his bright green eyes. I shook my head. "We need her to calm down. If we try to talk to her, she might rip us to pieces." 

I meant for it to be a joke, but Kyle didn't laugh.

"You're right." Is all he said.

We went back to the table to find the boys looking at us dumbfounded. I sat down next to Kyle. After some moments of awkwardness, Cartman broke the silence. "Told you guys; girls are monsters when on their period."

At the same time, me and Kyle replied,"Shut up, fatass"

It was now the end of the day, and I invited Kyle to my house to spend the night. For some reason, I felt nervous. We do this kind of thing all the time. Those times feel natural. But this time, it feels like I have to live up to a standard. God, sometimes I really hate my emotions. He's my best friend, and I shouldn't feel like this toward him. 

But I want to.

"So, do you want to play some X-box to pass the time?" I ask, suddenly shaking slightly. "Parents and Shelly aren't suppose to be home this weekend, so we have the whole house to us" Kyle turned to me and replied, "Sure! Lets go!" He was practically beaming at this point and ran up to my room. I smiled and followed him up there. 

When I entered my semi-messy room, I saw Kyle turn on my X-box and finding a game for us to play. I sat next to him and asked what he was choosing. "I was thinking about 'Battlefield 4'. We haven't played that in ages!" he exclaimed while putting in the disk in the console. Kyle was right. It was a while since we played it. 

After awhile, we realized that it was pretty late. We played this for about 4 hours straight! Wow, time does go fast when I'm with Kyle. The round ended and we agreed to stop playing and turn off the X-box. I got up to get ready for bed, and Kyle did the same. I was about to take off my shirt,  I saw Kyle have his back to me and already had his off. I couldn't look away.

I wanted to, but at the same time, I didn't want to. His pale skin that looked like a white sheet of snow, with some sprinkles of ginger freckles lay on top. Now, Kyle isn't the most fit kid in the world. Hell, he's a pretty skinny for a high school boy. But I didn't care about that. It was at that moment where I came to a conclusion; 

I had a thing for my best friend. And I didn't care

When Kyle was about to turn around, I quickly looked away and went to change out of my shirt. I finally got in my sleep wear and laid on my bed. Kyle also got done and started to lay on my floor when my mouth made out with, "Hey, how about lay on my bed with me?"

Fuck. Why did I have to say that?! I saw Kyle's green tiger like eyes glimmering, even in the darkness of my room and the moonlight peering from the small window. His eyes were wide, and he was blushing wildly. There was a small silence until he said, "Uh, s-sure." Kyle walked up to the bed and I scooted over for him to have room. I turned on the opposite side of him, with my back facing him. If I started to stare, I wouldn't be able to stop.  After a few minutes, I heard Kyle say, "Stan, are you okay?" 

"What do you mean?" I said, flatly. 

"Well, ever since you broke up with Wendy, I feel like you become more tense. Or at least around me. Like something is bothering you. What's up, Stan?"

If I didn't say this to him now, I feel like I won't be able to any other time. But what if he hates me? What if he never wants to be my friend agian? But, I have to do it. It's one of those gut feelings and your brain has no say in the matter. It was now or never.

 I faced him, to see him with his red curls in front of his forehead. His eyes glimmering from the moonlight. "Kyle," I started. "There's something I need to tell you." He had this weird expression on his face that I couldn't quite read. "W-what is it?" He asked meekly.

"I think I like you"

Wow, I suck. :( Just kidding, I'm okay. So I hope you like that! Sorry it took like a month but things came up. ENJOY!!