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Stan sighed, the normal shit was happening.. after a few years of having to deal with Cartman’s bullshit he was used to it. He stayed silent as he watched Cartman go on about Jews with a bored expression.

Cartman snickered at Kyle’s behavior, just as he wanted. Attention. “But Kahl, don’t you want everybody to know the truth about Jews?” He said innocently.

“I would never Kahl! I can’t believe you would accuse me of making up the truth.”

“Oof! I told you Jews couldn’t hold their temper!”

“No it’s not!” He smirked smugly.

He crossed his arms smugly, shaking his head slowly.

“If you insist.” He continued to talk shit about Jews but stopped after awhile as he realized he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted. Stan huffed and pinched his temples,

Cartman glared at Kyle angrily. Stan went back to taking notes quietly.

“Nothing you dirty Jew..” he muttered.

He muttered death threats under his breath angrily.

After a few minutes the bell rang which dismissed everybody from school to go home for the rest of the day.

Stan grabbed his stuff and walked out of the classroom and out to his locker.

He hummed to himself quietly as he put his stuff in his locker and grabbed his backpack.

“Hm? Oh hey Kyle.” He greeted his super best friend, smiling.

“I’m doing alright I guess, you?”

“I saw. Just ignore that fatass.”

“He’s been like this for years now, he just does it for attention so the best we can do is ignore him.”

He walked out of the school next to Kyle.

“Sure dude.” He smiled.

“Sure!”

He walked back to his household with Kyle.

After around an hour of deciding on things they could do people started to arrive.

Every one of their friends arrived, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Token, Jason, Butters, Jimmy, Scott and so on.

“Lets toilet paper someone’s house!” Someone in the crowd of boys suggested.

Everybody agreed,

“Well where the hell are we gonna get all the toilet paper?” Someone in the crowd asked.

“I know my dad has a stash in his room, I never understood why but he probably won’t even notice that’s it’s all gone.”

“I’ll be right back then.” He walked upstairs to his dad’s room and searched around in his closet.

Eventually he came back downstairs with a huge stack of toilet paper packages balanced in his arms.

He smiled at his super best friend as he helped him.

He swore he noticed Kyle blush but he ignored it.

After passing it all out everybody headed over to Cartman’s house.

The coast seemed to be clear.

After an hour the house was covered in a blanket of toilet paper.

Stan snickered.

“Nothing-“ He quickly said.

“It’s nothing.” He reassured him, chuckling.

He pat the shorter boys back.

He smiled at him.

“I can’t wait to see Cartman’s reaction at school tomorrow.” He snickered.

He laughed with him.

He noticed everybody else had already gone home, “You could stay at my place if you’d like.” He offered.

“Alright.” He smiled.

His cheeks lightly dusted with blush.

“Yeah I’m fine-“ He shrugged it off.

He walked inside wondering why was he blushing over Kyle touching his arm? His arm of all places! He pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

He noticed Kyle and blinked in surprise, it was pretty rare to see Kyle without his hat on. He had always loved Kyle’s curly ginger hair- No wait- what the hell was he talking about?! He internally facepalmed.

“I like it.” He smiled politely at him but screamed at himself internally.

“I’m not joking Kyle.”

He sighed, “Kyle, I’m not kidding.”

He just realized what he said and how gay he probably sounded.

“Hm?”

“Oh well uhm- it’s up to you.”

He wasn’t gay.. right? Of course he wasn’t.

He continued to think over and over in his mind, He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t gay... was he gay?

Kyle’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Sure!”

He smiled.

“Wanna bet that I’ll beat you at Super Smash Bro’s?”

He chuckled.

“That’s why you need to practice more.”

He rolled his eyes playfully.

He chuckled.

“You know I’m gonna win.”

“Heh, good luck.”

He laughed in victory.

“Yeah dude, you still need a lot of practice.”

He smirked.

“You suck at this game.” He snickered teasingly.

He chuckled.

“You’re not the worst but you could use a lot of practice.”

He laughed, “Yeah.”

He yawned tiredly.

He nodded slowly, he wasn’t one to stay up late.

“But I don’t want to..”

“No..”

“No I’m not.”

“Nooooooooo..”

He frowned tiredly.

He leaned his head on Kyle’s arm tiredly.

He dozed off.

He snored quietly as he leaned on Kyle’s shoulder.

((Aw okie bye