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Stan laughed with his boyfriend about a previous joke of some sort, sitting crisscross on his living room floor and holding his guitar in his arms. The one that his dad had taught him against his will after finding out him and Kyle enjoyed playing a guitar-themed game in 4th grade. He was in 8th now, and quite experienced. “Okay, okay… so, track suits and red wine. Suggested by the one and only Kyle. What next?” Stan asked, half giggling. His laugh was quite contagious, because it caused Kyle to continue giggling aswell instead of responding.
“Okay, um, movies for two?” Kyle threw out a second verse off the top of his head the moment he settled down. “I like it! We just need the fourth line to rhyme with ‘two’, now.” Stan stated, as Kyle’s pencil glided across the loose leaf paper they had selected to write their song on. When that was done, the two boys sat in silence to brainstorm once more. After a few minutes, Stan piped up. “Oh! Oh! We'll take off our phones and turn off our shoes.” He exclaimed confidently, before realizing his error. “Wait– I mean—”
Alas Kyle was already cackling, holding his stomach as if Stan's mistake in speech was literally murdering him. “Hey! Shut up!” Stan acted mad, but his smile said otherwise. He shoved Kyle playfully, but it just caused the ginger to fall back and laugh even more. Stan rolled his eyes, deciding it wasn't worth his time to waste another 10 minutes on laughing again, and assigned each finger on his hand to a string on the instrument. At first, Stan was not at all desperate to learn the guitar. He didn't think he'd commit to it, and quality time with his dad wasn't something he wished upon himself.
But, as he continued, Stan began to find comfort in it. He developed more of an instinct when it came to playing it the more he practiced, so when he came up with the lyrics he recently just spouted out, it was easier and quicker for him to dabble with the chords to find a fitting tune. “We'll turn off our phones, and we'll take off our shoes.” Stan sang (with the lyrics correct this time) and played, to get a feel of the notes he selected. He looked up at Kyle to get some kind of confirmation that the line was good, and just found that Kyle was staring at him with a lovesick smile.
“What? What is it?” Stan questioned, looking at the other for a reply. “Your voice is really nice.” Kyle said absent-mindedly, resting his chin in his hand. A light blush creeped it's way across Stan’s face, and he just let out another chuckle. “You flatter me, Broflovski.” Stan said before turning his focus back to the guitar, fiddling with the strings to make it seem as if he was doing something, but in reality he was just hoping it'd hide his embarrassment from the compliment. Kyle giggled once more, knowing his devious plan had worked.
“I liked how it sounded when you messed up. It gives it a certain feeling.” Kyle gave his opinion on the matter, and Stan tried playing again with those incorrect lyrics. “We'll take off our phones, and we'll turn off our shoes.” Stan sang again, his eyes widening slightly due to how it rolled off the tounge so well. “Told you.” Kyle commented, smirking. “Alright, doofus, write it down. You make it so hard to date your best friend.” Stan said, and Kyle adjusted himself so that he was lying down on his stomach, writing while kicking his feet back and forth dramatically.
It was then that Stan took his turn to admire Kyle — fluffy orange hair, emerald eyes, a chaotic and bright personality that contrasted with Stan’s quite perfectly. “Quit staring, it's creepy.” Kyle muttered. That was apparently Stan’s last straw, because he pulled the ginger’s green hat over his eyes after the statement. “Hey! You're a jerk, you know that?” Kyle told the black haired boy, and Stan just gleamed. “Indeed I am. Anyways, what's something else we do together that we can incorporate? The next one has to include a competitive activity, to go with the chorus we came up with.” Stan asked both Kyle and himself.
“We play video games together. It's basically our love language.” Kyle suggested, unable to contain the grin that had long-remained on his face throughout the course of hanging out with the other. “We'll play nintendo, though I always lose.” Stan sang the line he came up with on the spot, partially jokingly, strumming the guitar once more. “Cause you'll watch the TV, while I'm watching you.” Kyle continued, almost as if intuition and fate brought him to come up with such beautiful verses in a matter of seconds. The blush had returned to Stan once more.
The ravenette hid his admiration behind a reference. “Oh, and you call me staring at you creepy. I see how it is.” Stan said, a fake offended look planted on his face. Kyle just sighed dramatically, dropping his pencil and turning so that his head rested in Stan’s lap. Stan, in turn, took off the ginger’s hat and played with his hair. From this point on, it was the chorus, and the two boys had already created that. “There's not many people I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to.” They sang in unison. “But there's nothing like doing nothing with you.”