#final entry

I woke up to Kyle holding me close to him, and our German Shepherd and Husky, Murphy and Mica, sleeping with us near the foot of the bed. This had to be a dream. It was surreal. I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. 

I reached out with my hand just to thread my fingers through Kyle’s hair then traced his face. He was real. I could feel the heat coming from him and see his chest rise and fall with each breath. I traced his lips with a dreamy smile while whispering, “I love you.”

Just when I thought I was safe, Mica figured out I was awake. He climbed on top of me, licking my face as a laugh erupted from my lips. His tail was wagging back and forth eagerly. I can’t blame him. I hadn’t been home in so long.

 “Mi-Mica!” I squealed loud enough to wake Kyle. I couldn’t stop laughing, but I tried to cover my mouth. It was too late. Kyle shifted and his breath changed as he woke up. He let out a confused noise and looked over seeing me getting my face licked by an eager dog. He rolled over and pushed at Mica.

“Down. Down, boy.” He ordered in a sleepy tone. Mica jumped off the bed. Kyle’s arms wrapped around me pulling me close. He nuzzled at my neck clearly trying to go back to bed.

“Good morning, handsome,” I said sweetly. 

“Stan, please shut up.” Kyle mumbled. “Sleep.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” 

“You’re not gonna give up, huh?”

“Nah.”

Kyle sat up a little and leaned over me, kissing me. He lingered on my lips, then pulled back and looked down at me. “Now will you let me go back to sleep?”

I pretended to think, letting out a loud HMM while he watched me. “Nah!” 

“I’ll show you nah!” Kyle pushed up my shirt and blew a raspberry on my tummy. I broke out in laughter as he did it again. I pushed at him begging for him to stop. Kyle did it again before he backed off and flopped down next to me.

“I think we should lay here all day.” Kyle said with a yawn. He looked over at me. “What do you think, Mr Marsh?”

“I think you’re a lazy ass, Mr. Broflovski.” I replied. Kyle flipped me off and I kissed his finger. 

“C’mon, I’m hungry.”

Kyle got up and clicked his tongue calling the dogs. They eagerly followed him out of the bedroom and downstairs for potty time. 

Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon for Kyle, and toast. The dogs had a helping of bacon along with eggs as a welcome home party for me, not to mention our first day at the apartment together. 

I finished eating my eggs as Kyle took my hand in his own, kissing it. “I’m so happy that you get to be with me here. You’re not trapped in that place anymore,” he said. I leaned over and kissed his lips whispering, “We won’t have to go through that ever again. I promise.”

Kyle and I cleaned up our breakfast plates and took a shower; I could tell Kyle was still nervous about leaving me alone unwatched in the fear that I would hurt myself again. Once finished, we leashed the dogs and walked around South Park together, reminiscing our childhood. 

As we walked passed the candy store, a couple walked out with a child between them, swinging her back and forth with their arms. They giggled along with her as if her laughter were infectious. I watched with envious eyes- the child had loving parents and they all seemed to be so happy. I looked back at Kyle with a sweet smile, holding onto his arm as we continued our walk with the dogs. We arrived at the dog park, unhooked the boys, and watched them run around with loud barks.

“Everyone’s free.” Kyle said watching them. “You, them, us.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” I said.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with some leashes. I mean, we definitely couldn’t get them here without them.” Kyle said. “People need some too, you know? Good ones to keep you grounded.”

“Like you’re mine?” I said as an example. “Well, you keep me grounded, I mean,”

“Yeah, and you know, I want to keep it that way.” Kyle said. Before I got a chance to say anything further. He reached into his pocket.

“After everything we’ve been through, after all the hardship, from fighting mental illness to saving the town from a homicidal cryptid, we’ve always stayed together. Super best friends until the end, and Stan, I’d like to make that a little more official.”

Kyle got down on one knee.

“Stanley Marsh, will you marry me?” He offered a ring.

I swear everything inside of me jolted awake. Even though I was awake. I bit down on my lower lip as tears threatened to fall. For once they were happy tears. Nothing was wrong. My best friend wanted to marry me. The churning and familiar bubbly feeling grew in the pit of my stomach as acid threatened to come up. I swallowed it down and answered, “Yes!” 

He slid the ring on my finger and gifted me with a loving kiss. Maybe the tale of this sounds cheesy, but we are definitely going to be living happily ever after. 

Nothing could stop us now. Not anything. Not ever again. 

with love,

Stanley Broflovski

PS: I can’t write this without Kyle kissing me

PSS: Kyle has ordered us chinese for dinner, and will not let me live down the fact that I actually did vomit when I said yes. I was trying to make it cute!

PSSS: Kyle Broflovski & Stanley Marsh. September 1, 2020.