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Kyle and stan have been bestfriends for years now, however kyle has had a crush on him for way longer. One day when them and their two other friends go to a theme park, what happens when Kyle and Stan get stuck on the ferris wheel (Toothrotting fluff)
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Kyle bit his lip as he looked at the people standing next to the big ferris wheel: Tweek, Craig, Wendy, Bebe, and Stan. He sighed to himself. It was getting pretty late, but this was a popular place, so it was no surprise that they had a line up for the rides. The cool air whisked past them as waited. "C'mon it's our turn" Stan chimed before dragging Kyle onto the carnival ride, the plexiglass (glass??) door shutting behind them. "are you sure this is a good idea, I mean, isn't it a little too childish?" The redhead questioned. "no one is too old for the ferris wheel Kyle!" The shorter responded. "fine but only because it makes you happy." Kyle chuckled. The two sat down on the seat next to each other.
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Kyle looked at the sky as they began to rise. He looked at Stan, who was staring at his hands. He chuckled softly as he scooted closer, making sure not to push Stan off the side. "Whactha thinkin about?" The taller asked. "I'm thinking about how beautiful the night sky is" he smiled softly. "yeah it's pretty cool.."
The ferris wheel continued to spin as they sat there in silence.
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CRR CKK!* The ferris wheel spinning to a halt. "What the hell just happened" The redhead asked. "I think we're stuck up here." Stan answered. "Shit, I knew we shouldn't have gone on this stupid ride!" Kyle fumed as he kicked the wall of the box they were in.
"hey look on the bright side we get to send more time together!" Stan said "I guess, but still, It's stupid" he hissed.
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About an thirty-one minutes has passed and the operators still couldn't figure out what was happening to the ride. The two sat in silence as they waited paitiently. Stan had started to space out thinking about whatever he nomally does. However he was yanked out of his thoughts when he felt something soft lean against his shoulder, his vision quickly being obstucted by red curls as he looked over. A sleeping Kyle laid, his legs stetching along the rest on the bench.
Stan didn't know what was coming over him but it was welcomed. He leaned his head against the glass on the box they were in. The sound of his head hitting said glass as a cruel reminder that they were stuck up they for god knows how long. Stan got his legs on the bench while attemping to not move so much that he wakes up. Kyle's head on his chest.
A couple minutes later was when Stan realised that his legs lost circulation. Slowly, without waking up sleeping beauty, he got up and stetched until he heard a dink* noise he turned around to see a stirring Kyle realisation hit him like a semi. Kyle's heard must've his the METAL bench when he got up... Guess he had to explain to Kyle later why he has a bruise on his head, he then checked his phone while standing up afraid that if he checked while Kyle was next to him he would wake him up. A text from Kenny stood out:
Man Whore:
6:12
Hey dude where r you guys we've been waiting FOREVER.
Me:
6:43
Sorry dude. the wheel got stck while we were on it
Man Whore:
6:44
Alr, is it ok if we wait your car??
Me:
6:44 yah sur idc
Man Whore:
sweet.
Stan sighed as he put his phone in his pocket, not before putting on him and Kyle's merged playlist on spotify. just before sitting back down he looked at kyle again: his gorgeous red locks that he, oh so, despertly wanted to hide were now everywhere since he had taken it off due to Stan's pleading, his soft lips that were slightly parted and still somewhat dyed red from the red slushy he had eariler, Stan having a blue one, and his slightly freckled face.
besides all that, Stan loved every bit of him, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Stan admired him in ever state from Angry to calm, Sad to happy, happy to angry. Then Stan looked at his lips again, wondering how they would feel against his own, how it would feel for his body aginst his own, how bares ski- No.
He has a girlfriend for gods sake! But then again, him and Wendy are currently broken up, so it wouldn't hurt right?.... RIGHT? His lips inched closer to his best friend's. as he inched impossibly closer than he is now his head raced with a million thoughts as their lips connected. Stan pulled away to see a grin on his bestfriends.
Stan felt his face getting hot with realization. "Oh shit sorry I shouldn't hav-" Stan was cut off when he felt somthing soft against his cheek. " it's alright" Kyle said chuckling "But it isn't alright, I mean, I kissed you even if you didn't want it!" Stan questioned, his head reeling scared to lose his bestfriend.
"Who said I didn't want it?" The taller smiled. Stan expresion softened, "what?" Kyle sat up now facing Stan who was sitting on the floor.
"One time you were drunk and you smiled at me and I said "What?" And you asid I just like being in a room with you. You make rooms good!" "You still do" Stan interjected. "I have loved you for as long as I've known you. And i've never loved anyone better."The read head explained
"R-really?"Stan asked. "Really." Kyle answered "C- Can i kiss you?" Stan's eyes glistening in the setting sun. "go for it" With out another word Stan's lips clashed with Kyle's . It was heaven.
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The ride had finally ended after an excrushiating 1 hour. Kyle and Stan walked to the makeshift parking lot know as the nearest field since they couldn't get a praking space since they had gotten there 'late' according to everyone around them. As Kyle and Stan were holding hands as they aproached the beaten up truck since none of the four boys were any good at driving. They soon saw two figures leaning against said vehicle. "Oh, hey guys!" the scruffy blonde said raising a hand to wave at them, The fatter one just huffed and looked away. The two released hands and started running to the vehicle. "hey" Stan huffed. The four started explaining their days . "and then we were on it the-" Stan was then cut off. "wait a second.." Kenny mumbled. "what?" Stan asked as the other two watched. "Kyle had a red slushy and Stan had a blue one." The blonde therorized. "and?" the redhead asked. "Then why are your mouths Purple?" Kenny grinned. "Shit" The two said in sync.