Kyle P.O.V.
Lately, I've been noticing, that Stan is not talking to me... Like Craig is to Tweek...
Am I gonna be like them, I mean are "we" gonna be like them?
I hope not.
I walked along the sidewalk, of where Tweek left me.
I kept thinking of Stan, and only him.
How can I bring back the "thing" we had before?
I need to think a little bit more.
"Kyle?"
A familiar voice, entered my ears.
I looked to see, Butters, who was looking worried for me.
"Butters? What is it?"
I asked him. He was looking at me, still looking worried.
"Well Kyle... I can't help noticing t-that you're.... kinda.... t-troubled...."
He told me.
I just ruffled his hair and told him I was fine.
His worried face then turned into a, slight smile.
He nodded and went off, waving goodbye.
I almost forgot about....
I thought to myself, and ran to find Tweek.
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Playground*
"Tweek!"
I called as I saw him going towards a bench, alone.
Where are Clyde and Token?
I stopped calling his name as I saw a blue figure go near him.
It was Craig.
I watched from a distance.
BUT NOT SPYING! Just wanna hear them out....
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"What do you want?"
Tweek asked Craig coldly.
Karma perhaps?
"Tweek, uh... you haven't been... talking to me for a while and-"
"So?"
Tweek cut him off, with eyes glaring at him.
"Tweekers.. look, I'm sorry okay... I-"
He got cut off again.
"Why are you sorry?"
He asked again coldly crossing his arms, not looking at his "former" best friend.
"Because I... hurt you...."
He confessed.
My eyes widened....
Did he have feelings for him... as well?
"So... what now? Gonna walk away again and-"
Craig suddenly grabbed Tweek by the shoulders.
"No I'm not gonna do that."
He hugged him.
Well at least they're okay now.
Not my fault, right?
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Inside the school*
I walked into the halls, sadly.
I will never have my chance with Stan...
All because, I told him-confessed to him.
Not my day.
"Hey... Kyle..."
I heard a familiar voice call my name.
I turned afound to see Stan standing there, scratching his head.
We stood there silent. Not saying a word to each other.
Then I spoke up,
"Stan.... what are you doing here...?"
I asked. Believe me or not, I am not or am happy seeing him right now.
Kinda weird.
"Just checking to see... how you've been... these past few days..."
He told me. My cold-faced reaction did not change. I'm still disappointed.
"Why did you come back. You already left, right?"
I said coldly.
His expression turned into a sad one. He looked so, depressing, that I felt like leaving. But.... I couldn't.
"Kyle, I'm... sorry for... ignoring you so much... believe me or not... I-"
"You what?"
I cut him off. Am I being too much of a jerk at him? I don't know... why, I'm doing this... but it feels... wrong.
"BELIEVE ME OR NOT KYLE, BUT I FEEL THE SAME WAY!!"
He shouted out. My reaction then changed once more. Only this, a shocked one.
I couldn't believe this. Am I dreaming? This couldn't be real. No. No No No NO!
"Stan... stop. Don't make me feel better, with all your lies, please!"
I told him, as I felt warm tears stream down my cheeks. He mustv'e noticed it.
"Kyle... don't cry... and please understand... I only did it because... I thought I'll be judged...."
He started. Tears still stream down my cheeks as I kept wiping them off. I don't want to hear him but... I felt like.. I should.
"Kyle. I'm really sorry... If you want I'll leave you alone, just let me do this one thing..."
He told me as his hands were placed on my cheeks, and his face got nearer.
Not long before I realized,
He kissed me.
He withdrew his lips from mine and began to walk away.
I don't want it. Stan, please stay! I forgive you! I forgive you!! Please!! I don't want to be alone!!
I didn't realize this but, I hugged him from behind.
My tears still streamed, my cheeks were warm, I couldn't control my body.
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"Stan... I forgive you..."