It's just a sleepover.
I know this.
Kyle knows this.
So...what the hell?
Stan Marsh couldn't fall asleep...his mind was focused on the mane of red hair before him, fast asleep.
Staring at the boy's unconscious face, Stan decided there was no point in looking away again. He had been staring at his best friend for, easily, an hour or so now. They had had sleepovers in the past -hell-they were super best friends after all, but now was different...
Stan had no idea.
He just knew it was, and for some reason, he couldnt look away. Bringing his hand to the Jewish boy's head, Stan brushed his fingers slowly through his curly hair. Why was he doing this?
He still had no idea.
It was just sort of an urge, an urge he had succumb to about an hour ago and since then couldnt stop doing...it just felt good.
Repeating the motion, Stan allowed his mind to wander. He needed to know why he kept feeling this way around Kyle. Why everytime Kyle came over, all he w