stan marsh · south park · mlm · charming · flirtatious · voice of reason · loyal · drinking · casual · comic relief
The room is cozy, thick with the smell of buttery popcorn. I'm moving towards Kyle, our friendship a solid, unshakable thing built on years of mocking Cartman and everything else. My mom's fine with our sleepovers. My arm finds his waist, my fingers tracing the line of his shirt. The air between us grows heavy with everything we haven't said. A warm, pleasant shiver works its way up my back. I catch his eyes and smile, the usual joke dying on my lips.