the boy in room 5 ; style

11: Stanley Marsh

(a/n) Brief mention of starvation cw 
Kyles not short bcus 'aw so little uwu smol bean' or whatever tf people make characters short for, it explains why he's short in this chapter. Enjoy <3

• "You promise you'll be normal?" I say. Kenny, laid on his back on my bed, throwing a tennis ball against my wall, turns his head to me.
"Hell yeah, dude." Kenny spoke, his voice muffled by his jacket. 

"Of course, I'm happy to meet your boyfriend!" Butters speaks. My head shoots to him and a yell escapes my mouth.

"Boyfriend?" I think he probably heard me. "He's not my boyfriend, he's just my best friend, don't make it weird dude." "
"Oh! I'm-I'm sorry, I thought- yeah." He gulped back his embarrassment. "You know what I thought."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, groaning. "Please don't ask him if he likes me tomorrow." I say. "Or be weird... don't imply we like each other. We don't." I hear Kenny's muffled laugh, causing me to sigh in what is fully annoyance, knowing damn well he's going to tease me, and Kyle, tomorrow. 

I don't see what's so gay about the way I talk about Kyle. Like, yeah, I may or may not say he has the most beautiful red curls that were shaped by angels, and yeah his eyes are the most beautiful green, even if they lack shimmer and glow. Yes, I threw up because he made my stomach twist and turn and my heart flutter, and yes, I say he can do no wrong, and yes, I'm in denial about being in love with him? So what?

I wouldn't call it denial. Dude, I know I like him. I just don't want to accept it. It's stupid, it's hard enough for me to accept I find boys attractive, let alone actively have feelings for one.

"Stan!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs, "Butter's mom is here!" He sighs, and says his goodbyes before rushing downstairs. Kenny sits, pulling his parka off and dropping the ball, it rolling under the bed.

Kenny would probably know what to do if i full on opened up and told him i liked Kyle, but every time I think about telling anyone my chest tightens and my throat closes up. I don't think i will tell him. It's scary enough as it is, let alone another knowing I feel this way. 

"I like Butters." My eyes grew wide, head shooting to look at Kenny.

"What?" I say. 

He repeats it. "I like Butters." 

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Its completely silent for what feels like years off of my life. "I have for a while. He doesn't know, he's oblivious." My mouth hangs open as he confesses. This is how the conversation would go with me and him about Kyle. Probably.

"Dude." I don't know what to say.

"You don't need to help me or anything, i just wanted someone to know." He stands, and without another word leaves my house.

-

"You ready?" I yell to the closed door.

"Almost!" Yells back a muffled voice.

"I meant mentally."

"Oh, of course not." The door creaks open and in front of me stands Kyle. He looks beautiful. He's not decorated with sweat and exhaustion, or dressed in hospital gowns and pajamas, he's decorated with curls holding his bright face, dressed in a white button up shirt covered by an orange vest. He wears a green trapper hat covering his curls. "I think I need a haircut." He laughs with his words and walks towards me, posture straight and perfect.

"Dude.. you look almost... healthy."

"I think that's the first time I've ever not hated being called healthy." He speaks. He then leads me downstairs and I cant help but stare at the curls spilling out the back of his hat. Kyle's shorter than me, being raised sick, dealing with malnutrition and probably genetics too, he's not grown much. He's around 4'11 I'd say? I'm probably average height, maybe a bit taller. I've got short legs but a longer torso to make up for it.