I Need You.

Confession

This was very weird. Completely disorienting. The blonde boy, who was completely home alone, stared out the window at the pouring rain, the climate seeming to be a perfect representation of his emotions.

Kenny had had a lot on his mind lately. After his father had struck him, forcing the boy into leaving the house for a while so he could be alone, he had run into Stan instead. Kenny had begun sobbing, and his friend had suddenly embraced him. Then, and this was the amazing part of it, Stan had kissed him.

Kenny sighed heavily as the memory replayed itself for the one hundredth time in his brain. He had never expected Stan to show that kind of affection towards him, and it had been a shock that Kenny had actually enjoyed it. Since then, the poor young boy hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. It hadn't been an act of soothing repression. Stan had poured everything he had had into the kiss.

And now, every time he was about to see Stan, Kenny had started feeling happy by the idea of being around him. Excited to be in his presence.

Could it be that he was in love with Stan?

***

He sighed, a deep uncertainty rising in his chest, as Stan's left hand reached up to knock on the door. Then it was drawn back. After what had happened the other night, Stan knew now that Kenny would not hate him for feeling this way. But that didn't change the fact that he still had to tell him.

Or that he was still afraid to. Why exactly was a mystery to him.

'Steady, Stan', he thought. Cowardice would not get this over and done with. He had to bite the bullet and get it off his chest. Forcing away his insecurities, he closed his eyes and knocked.

***

Kenny's attention was drawn away from the rain. There was someone at the door.

Hoping, the boy practically ran to the door, throwing it open. Yes, it was Stan.

At that very moment, when he saw the dark-haired boy standing there, absolutely rain-soaked, that sexy black hair plastered onto Stan's face, Kenny's feelings became perfectly clear.

"Stan?"

"I--I needed to see you. We have to talk."

Kenny stepped out of the doorway, silently telling him to come in, which he did. The two sat down upon the dusty, wrecked couch in the old living room, neither one knowing what to say to the other.

Kenny decided to start first. "Stan?"

"Yeah?"

Doubts suddenly flooded his mind. He was going to say "I love you" but he needed to ask him something important first. "That other day, with the kiss and everything, was that just a casual thing... or did you mean it?"

Understanding flashed across Stan's face. "You're asking if I did that to help you feel better." When Kenny didn't answer, Stan looked at him, straight in the eyes. "How's this for an answer?"

Stan kissed him.

Slightly caught off guard, but still enjoying it, Kenny put his hands around Stan's neck and kissed back, the two of them falling backwards onto the couch. Stan pulled away, brushing the hair from Kenny's eyes lovingly. "I love you."

Kenny smiled. "I love you, too."

They kissed again without a word, both of them finally knowing where they stood with each other.

And both of them very thankful for that.