MARSH SUCKS

“You’ve literally never crushed me.” It was fucking on. Kyle may not be in the Best Shape but he had his dignity to maintain and stuff. He immediately went to grab at Stan’s waist as well, nearly falling on his side as he did so.

“You can cry uncle any time, man. Just keep that in mind.” He was super intimidating. Good job Kyle. This was also significantly less Gay than talking about feelings and all that. Yeah. This was straight as hell.

“That’s trash, I so have!” Stan managed, grunting as he fell to his side, attempting to contort out of the grasp of Kyle all the while hanging onto his friend and dragging him to hell with him. “You talking to yourself, Kyle?” Just two guys being pals, wrestling in a tent. 

“You know, someone cool like yo- Us! Like us-“ Kyle let out a yelp when Stan dug his fingers in, forgetting whatever train of thought he’d been on and instantly letting go of the other’s foot. That didn’t stop him from immediately trying to put Stan into a headlock though. This was basically war now, after all.  

“Dude I’ll kick your ass, seriously.” Well, sort of seriously. Kyle wasn’t quite as athletic as he’d once been and his strength had definitely suffered from it.

Stan let out a triumphant laugh when Kyle released his foot and then promptly released a second, more panicked one, removing himself from the situation by rolling away from his attacker and aiming to grab him around the waist. 

“Yeah, dude. It’s shocking.” Kyle had to force himself not to laugh at that, honestly. Yeah, it sucked ass to have that follow you, but Stan had kind of done it to himself. “Trust me, when you leave no one’s gonna care.” And then suddenly- 

“The hell-“ The stomach was too far. Nah. He grabbed Stan’s foot and held it tightly. “I didn’t mean to rando’s, I just-“ Oh God, he let out a laugh and snorted loudly. “I did make it sound like I wanted to be pimped out, didn’t I? You know that’s not what I meant. Just if it’s someone cool like…I dunno.” And there it was. Time to tickle Stan’s foot. It was only fair and he was getting embarrassed and needed a distraction.

When Stan felt himself lose ownership of his foot, the grin on his face immediately dropped. “Yeah, you did!” He said, knowing full well what was coming and feeling the dread set in like an anvil falling directly on his stomach, a la Looney Tunes. Panic! 

[text] Yeah Tucker.

[text] Dude I can’t be on my phone all night I’ll call u after. 

Yeah, Kyle wasn’t so sure about that. Again, he wasn’t sitting around moping about it, but he probably wasn’t out of most people’s leagues, honestly. Well, okay. There were definitely a few, but-

“That’s just cause people still think you might eventually get back with Wendy or something. You’re obviously a top pick otherwise. It’s gross, dude.” His poke to Stan’s foot was a little harder this time. Unintentionally, of course. Even worse, he let his hand rest there for a little too long after being distracted by Stan’s next comment. Even worse than THAT was the blush that followed. Yikes, he was a symphony of disasters right now.

“Uh-“ He pulled his hand away and gave an awkward laugh. “You’re high,” he finally got out, shaking his head. “There’s literally no one at my metaphorical door. Wandering around or otherwise. And if there is then, uh, feel free to let them know I wanna…figure stuff out. And…stuff.” Nice. 

“With Wendy, yeah, I guess,” Stan muttered, looking down at the floor of the tent and shifting a little in his seat. “I can’t believe people are still on that. I think I get it but, like...I dunno. I didn’t think me and Wendy being a thing and then not a thing and then a thing and then not a thing and then a thing again and then not a thing again, ha, would be this big of a thing. Hopefully, when we’re out of here it’ll stop following me. Add it to the long list of things to look forward to. Sorry, that was a tangent.” 

[text] 2 HOURS MAN.

[text] That’s true though. Thanks. Maybe I’ll be fine. 

[text] It’s actually Craig. Weird story. Tell you later.

[text] I DON'T KNOW.  [text] Like dude this was a study date to begin with but I think I got too distracted by the study part and forgot the actual date part.  [text] And I think we're going out to eat but bro I need some tips or something to make this not suck balls.