---Kyle's pov---
Stan told me that I should spend the night because it was getting late. I told him sure and called my mother. She complained, but reluctantly agreed.
We were both getting ready for bed. Stan was looking through his closet for clothes.
I was getting my clothes out of my bag. I started to look through my bag for my shirt, but couldn't find it.
"I forgot to bring a shirt," I tell Stan still looking through my bag.
When something hit me. I turn and see its one of Stan's shirts.
I look over at Stan who's blushing and staring at me.I give him a look, then look at the shirt and back to him.
"... Thanks?" I say, more as a question. I pick up the shirt and put it on. It looks more like a dress on me.
Stan nods and turns to look at me. He sees me and starts laughing. I glare at him, "What's so funny?"
He tried to calm down, but continues laughing, "Y-you," he finally chokes out, "You're just adorable, it looks like a dress," he says still trying to maintain his laughing.
I feel my face heat up, "It's not my fault you're bigger than me!" I say crossing my arms.
Stan starts to laugh harder, "That's so cute."
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High Horse (Complete)
FanfictionStan and Kyle are super best friends. Even in high school. But what happens when Wendy tries to interfere? Also, what happens when Kenny decides he wants a piece of the action?
