flashbacks

"Good morning Kenny." "Good morning." They stood there in the cold snow waiting for the bus to come. It was then when they both wanted to hold hands so they would be warmer but, they never did. They would always think of what the other would think if they tried to hold their hand. Kenny thought It would be weird to ask Stan to hold his hand, and he was pretty embarrassed about. So he tugged a bit on stans scarf.

"Are your hands cold? They look pale." Stan looked at his hands then looked at Kenny's hands. "Your hands look more pale then mine. My pockets are warm so my hands are okay but you, use these." Stan handed him some black mittens while having reddish cheeks.

"Thank you. But, aren't these yours?" "No dude, um their not mine so you can have them..I know you don't have mittens at home so those are for you." Stan looked at Kenny's smiling face. "Okay." When he put them on the sent this warmness through his hands quickly, since they were ice cold. He wanted to repay Stan somehow but he couldn't think of anything to do for him. This is one of the many reasons why he loves him, Stan can be kind and generous when he wants, and he has a strong heart.

He had cried when Kenny was in the hospital and it made his chest heavy. But all of it made him happy because even though he cried he cared for Kenny. That's why he'll never forget any moment him and Stan had together. "Bus is here." Stan smiled and got in the bus as I did.

We both sat together at the front row and the bus was full of loud kids screaming talking or doing anything. Then Kenny looked over and saw Stan sleeping and had his head against the seat. He always liked his sleeping face. By then he'd always keep the mittens that Stan gave him.