#kyvid

Here alone *in his room* there were not tables to clean or no cartman to worry about. No restaurants or yelp reviews

His body relaxed into the mattress under him, arms slightly sore from cleaning tables at his parents restaurant. Kyle had said something about his arms being sore, then made a remark about how David's had to be strong from buffing tables as often as he did.

There he goes again. This was supposed to be his time alone, amount his thoughts, bit yet again They traveled back to Kyle. He'd been thinking of kyle so much more lately.

*they'd been spending so much more time together lately* he argued, tracing the shapes in the ceiling with his eyes. Moon light streamed into the windows, decorating his room in glimpses of light.

David's mind wondered back to his previous thought, why had they spent so much more time together lately? Kyle had helped him at his parents restaurant, where usually he'd just sit there and keep him company at most.

*Maybe he'd just had another falling out with Stan?* That's what he settled on as he rolled over and pulled his covers over him.

David sat at the end of the table, just left of kyle. It was lunch the next day, his lunch *and lunch mates* were as insufferable as you could imagine. Cartman pestering him as usual and kyle or one of the other boys bickering with Cartman back.

He was broken out of his thoughts by kyle nudging him. David looked up from his disappointing lunch and over to Kyle.

"You're gonna show me that guitar you later, right?", Kyle questioned him, a confirmation of a conversation from the day before.

David remembered how he cockily announced to kyle that he could 'play the guitar' in an attempt to impress him; when in reality he only knew a could cords his father had taught him when he gave him the guitar.

"uh, yeah l'll show you later." He mumbled in a dismissive tone. Why had he said that? Why didn't he just make an excuse?

He pulled from his thoughts once again when kyle put his arm around him, "see, I told you he could play guitar." Kyle pulled him closer while directing his words towards the doubters at the lunch table.

David wasn't paying attention to the murmurs in response, his eyes still plastered onto Kyle. Kyle glanced over at him seemly realizing that he still had his arm around David. Kyle gave him a slight smile, David returned it.

Everything around them seemed to blur, David's eyes darting down to meet Kyle's small smile; Before returning to make eye contact with him again.

Kyle's pale eyes were framed by bits of peaking red hair. His hat hiding the majority of his forehead, his bangs slightly overgrown. Freckles lined his face and decorated the skin similarly to a night sky full of stars.

Then it was over.

Kyle pulled his arm away from around David's shoulders and turned back to the bickering lunch table. As if he'd been submerged in water, the warmth from his friend's embrace was sucked out of him.

David turned back to the table, trying to find purchase in their current conversation; as he attempted to fend off the sinking feeling of disappointment his stomach.

It was a couple hours after school had ended, David and Kyle occupying David's twin sized mattress.

David awkwardly angled his guitar in his lap, his fingers playing the few cords he could remember. Meanwhile Kyle sat watching him, both sat on David's bed.

David's playing became more sloppy as his fingers improvised cords.

Kyle's gaze rested on David's fingers, then drifted up to his face. David's deep brown eyes focused on his fingers, each plucking the strings of the guitar.

Kyle's eyes scanning David's face as he listened to the strangled melody playing from his hands. The tan skin along his brows wrinkled in concentration, his black hair falling into his face.

Kyle couldn't help but feel something flutter in his stomach at the sight. His hands clutched the fabric of his jeans, bunching the material further around his thighs.

David briefly stopped playing as he tucked the astray hair behind his ear; almost glossing over Kyle's intense stare.

David glanced over at him, moving his focus back to his friend across from him. They locked eyes once again, an apparent flush inhabiting Kyle's face; his hands still tightly griping his jeans out of David's direct view.

David smiled at him in a false display of confidence; his mind still reeling from the attempt at impressing Kyle. Kyle's mouth formed an awkward, shy, out of character smile in return.

Before any words could be further shared between the two, they both turned their attention to sound of David's mom yelling for him to help with dinner.

David cheered internally, providing a distraction from his lack of guitar skills momentarily.

Kyle's nervousness settled but questions arose in the back of his mind. He'd never felt like that towards David before, or any *friend* before. Why did he suddenly get so nervous?

(part 2) sorry it’s unfinished lmfao 😭 just wanted to post this in case anyone would still appreciate it!

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1st artwork credit: @/caesarexile

2nd artwork credit: @/xutirix

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It was a hot day at the South Park mall. Kyle and I had to find a gift for Cartman on his birthday or else there’d be “severe consequences” As Cartman stated…. So, we weren’t gonna take any chances. But I'm not exactly complaining though, Kyle has been busy with the upcoming tests lately and my family’s restaurant has been super busy ever since my dad released his “special sauce” I chuckle softly to myself remembering the whole Yelp incident.

I look to my right to remind Kyle of the oblivious satisfaction on Cartman's face eating his special burrito, but nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to speak. Lately it’s been like this, where I can't seem to look at Kyle for too long without my face going hot.. Kyle was just so, cu- “Uh-what’s wrong?” Kyle turns to me. The tips of his ears were slightly red with a nervous smile plastered on him. I internally hit myself for probably being the reason Kyle started to feel uncomfortable.

“Oh- uh-“ I quickly look around, desperate to change the topic when I suddenly spot a small yellow photo booth behind the redhead. “There! I was looking… at that!“ I point, Kyle stands, turning his head around confused. So I grab his arm and drag him to the deserted booth that seemed almost separated from the rest of the stores.

I pull the thin blanket out of the way and bring a blushing frazzled Kyle down to the seat next to me. He hasn’t seemed to notice where we are from the way he stares at my grip on his arm, I quickly pull back— Fuck I made him uncomfortable again!… Clearing my throat, I smile at him, hoping to clear the tension as I look through the photo frames. “So.. this is what you were staring at?” He says, sounding almost disappointed. “I thought we were looking for a gift for Cartman..?” Kyle chuckles. “Well.. Yeah! Hey, maybe the gift could be photos of his ’favorite‘ people in the world.” I answer sarcastically. “I'm sure he’d appreciate that!” Kyle laughed— I mentally placed it in my top 3 favorite sounds.

Finally, after we picked a frame, the countdown of the photobooth began. We immediately realized that we were both half way out of the frame and had to cramp together calmly.. At least he was, my heart was racing when I realized I was an inch away from Kyle's face.

For the first photo we smiled, I awkwardly copied Kyle's cute peace sign instead of my usual middle finger. Second photo, we made stupid faces, I made an ugly face and Kyle still managed to laugh giddily at my face with his fingers in his mouth.

The third photo, I was kind of lost on what to do next and so I looked to my side, forgetting how close Kyle was to me. Kyle then turned to me in confusion, but once again, I could barely hold eye contact. I looked down away from his eyes only for me to end up staring at his lips— I only just realized how pink they are. My face suddenly flustered a deep shade when I heard the click of the photo and remembered where we were.

I was about to back away when I realized how Kyle.. was also staring at my lips. His cheeks that were dusted with pink, seemed so soft. I had to caress the pad of my thumb against it.

The last thing I saw before shutting my eyes were his eyelashes fluttering closed. Hesitantly, I pressed our lips together, Kyle's lips were even softer than they looked, I felt myself shudder when his fingers brushed the nape of my neck.

Suddenly, a click of the photo that seemed louder than before comes from the machine and we both jump from each other startled. I seriously felt almost dizzy from what had happened and gripped the side of the booth to keep myself upright. A soft giggle comes from my left and I look to see Kyle flushed red bursting out in laughter, I couldn’t help but laugh along too hearing Kyles continuous laughter.

A buzz comes from under the seat, “Shit, I forgot we were taking a photo..” I accidentally say out loud as I reached down to pick up the photos. “No way..” We both stare in shock, laughing at how we basically looked drunk in the third photo, but then going quiet from blushing at the last photo of us.. Kissing.

“Cartman's gonna looooveee this!'' I laugh as I look up from the photo and land my eyes on Kyle, who was already staring at me. “I think if we gave this to him, he would actually hurl.'' Kyle snickers, a grin tugs at the corner of my mouth seeing his silly smile. We were finally holding eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever. I peck a quick kiss on the side of the redhead’s cheek.

“D-David..” Kyle jumps slightly in surprise, flustered.

“Sorry, I just wanted one more..” I rub the back of my neck sheepishly, also surprised at my own action.