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“Truth.”
“Hmmmm…” Kenny started, “hmph mmph mphmp rm rmph mph rm?”
“Kenny, what the hell man ew! Why would I have ever done that??” Stan replied to his lewd question.
“Rm rmph mmph, rm hmph.”
“Why would you- whatever. Tweek, truth or dare?”
“Arghh! Too much pressure!! It’s too much pressure! Uh… uh.. truth!”
“How many cups of coffee have you had today?”
Tweek looked around nervously, seemingly counting in his head. “Too many!! Too many to count!!”
“Well, I guess I could’ve guessed that. That makes it your turn then.”
“Rrrr! I don’t know who to ask!! It’s too much pressure uh- truth or dare uh- uh- Kyle!!”
“Hm.. dare!” Kyle decided, as no one had chosen dare in several turns.
“Hrrgh! I’m not prepared! I wasn’t prepared!! I don’t know, I don’t know!!” Tweek held his head, his eyes closed tight. Craig leaned over and whispered something in his ear. “What!? Really?! Oh.. okay I guess.. Kyle, I dare you and Stan to- to kiss!”
“I- what?! You can’t be serious.”
“Mmph hrmph hm! Rmph mrph rmph rm, rrrm mm?”
“Kenny I- of course I’m not chicken just-“ he sighed and turned to his best friend. “Stan is it- are you-“
“It’s fine dude, let’s just get it over with.” Stan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Are you sure you’re okay with it? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable..”
“Dude it’s a dare it’s fine. It’s not gay, man it’s just a dare. Let’s just get it over with.”
“O-okay..”
An awkward silence hung over everyone. It felt as if all eyes were on them, and they were. Everyone was watching in anticipation.
Neither wanted to make the first move, so neither did. They just sat, facing each other for what felt like an eternity.
“Mrmph rmphrmh! Mmph rm!”
“Okay, fine!” Kyle slowly leaned in toward Stan, placing his hand on Stan’s shoulder to keep himself stable. He placed a kiss on his best friend’s cheek and quickly leaned back, his face warm and flushed.
“Mmph rmphmph rmphrm!”
“I’m not a fucking chicken, Kenny!”
“Mph rmph hm!”
“Fine!” Kyle turned once more to his best friend, placing his hands on either side of Stan's face and pulling him into an unintentionally deep kiss.
Kyle pulled away from the kiss, his friend’s face still in his hands. They stared into each other’s eyes for a second before…
“Dude I’m gonna be sick!” Stan quickly got up, pulling his face away from Kyle’s hands, standing up, and running toward the kitchen sink.