Warnings: I ruined Kyle's character by giving in and making him a yandere (which my kind little bean is not!), Stockholm syndrome and cursing but at this point, Cursing is nothing bad. (I AM NOT MAKING THIS AS NORMAL AND CASUAL AS I NORMALLY DO, THIS IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO BE A WAY TO SHOW SOMEONE 'LOVE'.)
Ages: 19 for Kyle and nearly 19 for Stan.
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Stan's POV.

"Hello Sharon, Randy," Kyle says.

"Is our son with you?" Dad asks.

Kyle smiles at me before helping me out of the car.

"Stan, nice to see you," mom says.

"You too, mom," I say.

I look at Kyle, he nods. I hug mom, then go for dad.

"What have you done this nearly year?" Dad asks.

"I've been... figuring my life out," I say, remembering what Kyle told me to say.

"Good," dad says.

Kyle smiles at me, giving me a thumbs up.

"Kyle and I did a lot of things together, he helped me to get over Wendy a little bit," I say.

Kyle looks angry.

"Oh... that's good," mom says, surprised.

"How did he do it?" Dad asks.

"He just needed attention and time to let go," Kyle says.

I nod.

"This was... in a year? Wow," mom says.

I nod again.

"Kyle was really helpful," I say.

Dad nods.

"Don't overhype me here, they know me," Kyle says.

I nod.

"I won't," I say.

"Last year was good for you, school vise," mom says.

"Kyle helped me. I just needed his help in my life, in many ways. More than he already helped me," I say.

Kyle smiles.

"That's so nice, thank you, Kyle," mom says.

Kyle looks at me before answering,

"It's completely fine. Stan has always been a delight, getting him back on his feet was the least I could do."

"Aw. I'm a delight?" I ask.

He nods.

"Yes you are," he says.

"Has something happened between you two?" Dad asks.

I look at Kyle. He shakes his head. I nod.

"I confessed to him and he, after the year, felt the same way," Kyle says.

I nod, still keeping the smile up.

"That's so adorable. I was afraid he'd never move on, he is the type to fall on his face and not get up," mom says.

"I'm aware, probably even more than you," Kyle says.

"Are you saying you know my son better than the person that got him out of her vagina?" Mom asks.

"We have talked about a lot the past year. I would say I know him better than anybody," Kyle says.

"You have known me better than anyone since we were little kids," I say.

Kyle smiles.

"Even Wendy?" He asks.

"I would say," I say.

Mom and dad both look at us in Aw.

"I wanted Stan to move in with me. Would you be okay with that?" Kyle asks.

"I don't know. It's his choice but he was just away for a year. Why would he leave again? We would much prefer him here," mom says.

Kyle looks at me.

"I prefer it with Kyle," I say.

He smiles again, meaning I did good.

"We'll come around more often, I promise," he says.

Mom nods.

"Are you not going to live here at all? I would love to have you for a week, maybe even without Kyle," mom says.

I literally can feel myself panicking.

"No no no no no. Don't take me away from him," I say.

Dad looks at mom, surprised.

"Can I tell them?" Kyle asks.

I nod, quickly.

"Stan is mostly over everything but he gets panic attacks if I'm not there. So, if he was here, he could have a lot of panic," Kyle says.

I nod again. What if someone got him to jail while I was away?

"Oh. We could get you a therapist," mom says.

"We are on that already," I lie.

Kyle nods.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Kyle says.

"It's more that we'll miss him," dad says.

"He'll come to you sometimes, I promise," Kyle says.

I nod again.

"Very well then. I guess," mom says.

"It's getting a bit late. We should go home. Right, Stan?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah," I say.

Mom and dad hug me. I smile and hug them back.

"I'll see you," I say.

We get back into the car, after we are a while away, I finally ask him,

"Did I do well enough?"

"You were perfect," he says.

I nod, with a thank you.

"If you're tired, you can sleep," he says.

I nod and put my head on the door, closing my eyes. The last thing I can clearly sense is Kyle turning the radio down so I can sleep.

~Time skippy thingy. Just until they get home. It won't be months this time.~

"We are here," Kyle says.

I wake up slowly, looking around.

"Okay, lets get out," I say.

He gets out, comes on my side, opens the door and lets me out. I stand there while he locks the doors before we get to his.

"Can I go to bed?" I ask.

Don't do a wrong step, Stan, don't do a wrong step.

"Of course," he says.

I kiss him. He smiles at me.

"I'm probably going to sleep too," he says.

I nod before leaving into the bedroom, he comes behind me and then we get to bed.

"Good night," I say.

He holds onto me.

"Good night," he says.

I close my eyes, trying to sleep. Although sleep comes really easily in the end.

~Skip to the morning because I just wanted to remind how this is not normal.~

When I wake up, I can still hear him sleeping. Scared i'd do something wrong, I continue staring at a wall, just as unmoving as possible.

"Morning," he says.

"Morning," I say back.

"We're going to be having a nice, stay in week," He asks.

I nod. He kisses me and I kiss him back.