This is my first one-shot in awhile. I'm thinking of making a story full of Style one shots. Opinions on that?
And please review this. I'm still doing my full length fic, but I'm taking a few days of from writing because for November I did NaNoWriMo and wrote a 35,000 word novel, plus a bunch of chapters on that, so I'm only doing small things this week.
"Kyle, it will be okay. I promise, everything will be okay," Stan told his boyfriend Kyle.
Today was the day Kyle planned on coming out to his parents. The two boys had been dating for quite some time now, about three months. Most of the school knew after walking in on the lovers kissing in an empty classroom.
Nobody was surprised when they found out. Some how, everyone knew they were meant to be. Everyone except them, until they realised. They had mutual feelings for each other at the beginning. They were, in fact, super best friends. They told each other everything, and when they started having feelings for one another, they shared what they thought.
Stan's parents knew. They had known the entire time, actually. Kyle's parents were much more strict then Stan's. Kyle had hidden almost anything ever since his mother started a war with Canada only four years before.
"But, Stan, what if they don't accept me? I could get kicked out," a worried Kyle told Stan.
The two were in Kyle's room. They were sitting as close as possible, with their arms touching. Stan had wrapped his arm around Kyle, letting Kyle snuggle closer.
"Then you will love with me," Stan said before kissing Kyle on the forehead.
"I love you," Kyle said for the first time, looking up into Stan's eyes.
"I love you too, Kyle," he replied.
"Come on, let's get this over with," the red headed boy said, now standing up.
Kyle held out his hand, which Stan lovingly accepted. They walked down into the kitchen where Gerald and Sheila Broflovski were seated. The fourteen year old boys walked into the room with their hands still together.
"Mom, Dad, I have," he stopped. "I mean, we have something to tell you."
"Yes bubbelah?" Sheila said, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. Neither of the adults had noticed Kyle and Stan holding hands.
"Yes, son?" Gerald asked.
"I'm gay," Kyle said as fast as he could, preparing for the worst.
By that point, the married Jewish couple looked up to see the boys together. Stan wrapped his arm around Kyle's waist, letting go of his hand.
"We know," Sheila stated.
"We found out a few weeks ago. We've been waiting for you two to tell us," Gerald started. "We saw you guys holding hands while walking home one day. It's fine with us if you guys are together, and we're happy for you both."
Kyle's face instantly lit up. He had been dreading this day for weeks, and it turned out much better then he had assumed it would.
"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski," Stan thanked, before giving Kyle a quick peck on the cheek, not caring about who saw. He wanted the world to know that he, Stan Marsh, was in love with Kyle Broflovski.