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He flung the door open, ready to argue, and instead got shoved backward into his own dorm. The hands pushing were hot, heavy, and big. The shove was surprisingly gentle.
Stan Marsh was wide-eyed and way too close. He didn’t smell like he’d been drinking, but who knew. He actually smelled fantastic, of course, something warm and earthy.
“What the fuck, dude?” Kyle asked sharply. Stan glanced over his shoulder, and Kyle balked at the crowd of people behind him. “No, really. What. The fuck.”
Stan didn’t say anything, just turned him around and pushed him into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His hands came up to touch Kyle’s shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” were the second words Stan Marsh spoke to him. The first were, “Hey, I’m Stan. Looks like we’re neighbors.” To which Kyle fumbled his own fucking name and said, “I’m Neighbors. Fuck. Yeah.” And bolted back to his dorm, face burning.
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