Work Text
"Crush."
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Kyle's POV:
I twiddled with my pencil in my hand as I thought over a math question on the quiz. It was a hard one, yes. One I don't even remember learning... "God dammit..." I whispered to myself in a frustrated tone. "How the hell am I supposed to know what it is if we never even learned it?!"
I eventually gave up on the question and forcefully slammed my pencil on the table. After letting out a huff, I turned to look at Stan.
How perfect he looked... His red and blue hat covering some of his beautiful, black hair that I wish he'd let me see. The way he looks so focused on his paper... Heh, and don't get me started on his eyes. Those beautiful, blue eyes...I could look into them for hou-
"Uh, Kyle?" A voice says, snapping me out of my Stan admiration trance and jump up slightly. "HUH- What?!" I blurted out in surprise. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Stan whispered to me. A soft blush spreads across my face as I think of a excuse. "Ummm.. I... Spaced out!" I quickly whispered back.