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The four sophomore boys were still close to the tip- they still hung out everyday, before and after school.
It was a cold October Friday afternoon, the boys had planned a sleepover at Cartmans house around six P.M, exactly two and a half hours after school ends.
Snow was falling, typical for a small mountain town such as South Park.
Stan was procrastinating on what to pack, he always did that- no matter the amount of days he was staying.
He settled on just wearing his pajamas, blue and black plaid bottoms, and a black band tee of My Chemical Romance. His next day outfit would just be his bottoms and a new shirt. To top it off, Stan pulled his iconic sweater and beanie onto his body, grabbed his bag, put on his red converse, and headed out the door.
Kyle on the other hand, had everything layed out like a criminal mastermind. He layed out each clothing option on his bed, row by row, categorized by each type of outfit they were. Pajamas, Day, Bottoms, Shirts, Socks. Kyle eventually settled on a shirt with a- cat on it? And black sweat pants as his pajamas. His day outfit would be dark wash baggy jeans, and his ushanka, jacket, and a white t-shirt under it. His shoes of choice were his black- beat up converse. Kyle slipped the day outfit into his bag and headed out his front door.
Kenny just packed an orange parka and called it a day.
Kenny arrived first- seeing as he literally packed nothing but a pack of marlboros, sweat pants he was already wearing, his phone, and his parka.
Kyle arrived second, his backpack slinged over his left shoulder. "Hey, I'm the first one?"
"Nah, Kinnys already in my room." Cartman replied in his whiny voice.
Stan arrived last, he had stopped at the sketchy corner store to grab some cigarettes, that store was always dodgy- yet they never Identified Stan.
"Hey, sorry im late." Stan said, buzzing a cigarette out on the ground.
"It's fine. Your jew boy and the poor one are already here."
"My jew boy? Yeah right, fuck you Cartman!" Stan said, passing by him to get inside.
They all made it upstairs to Cartman's room, turning on the Xbox.
"We have the whole house to ourselves guys- my mom's working again."
"Yeah, she had to "save her throat" all day again like the whore she is!" Kyle said, connecting his controller to the console.
"Goddamn it Jew, for the last time, my mom isn't a slut!"
"Last night says other wise." Kenny said, pointing at his crotch.
"Ew Kenny- What the fuck? You fucked my mom?"
"No, she fucked me for the money. Theres a difference." Kenny winked.
Cartman just ignored the whole situation- the four playing a new Minecraft world.
Kyles head rested slightly on top of Stan's shoulder, he was sitting to the right of him.
It wasn't until Kyle took his eyes off the screen for a second to itch his nose- that he realized his head was extremely comfortable in this position.
Was it Stan? Or was he just relaxed.
Kyle switched his position- not too obvious that Stan would notice, but just as a test for Kyle.
Kyles legs were now bent over Stan's thighs, his calves touching the fabric of Stan's pajamas.
Stan had definitely realized. His eyes shifted to Kyle's legs, his character pausing on the screen.
Stan shifted- comfortably, Kyle's legs shifting onto Stans lap.
Kyles cheeks flushed- he was now a foot closer to Stan than he was before. Kyles head shifted onto Stan's shoulder, they had no distance between them at this point.
"What are you doing-"
Stan asked- blushing.
"What?" Kyle interrupted, smirking.
"Fuck you." Stan whispered- biting his lip.
"Me and Stan are going to go grab drinks! Cartman, does your mom have alcohol?"
Stan tried to defend himself- but Cartman talked over him.
"Not really. Just Wine."
So they were going for the soda tonight.
The two headed down the stairs.
"What the fuck was that?" Stan asked, crossing his arms.
"What was what? All I did was get comfortable, is that a problem?"
Kyle knew what he was doing.
"You know what you're doing, Kyle."
"Even if I DID, you know you like it. Don't act like you don't remember Clyde Donovans party last week."
"So what? You like me?"
"Maybe, do you like me?" Kyle asked, blushing. His dominant behavior was shifting.
"I love you." Stan said, pulling Kyle closer by his shirt.
"I do too, Stan."
Stan grabbed his face and kissed him.
The two definitely had no space between them now.