---Kyle's pov---

I shook it off though.

"I love you, Kyle."

He didn't mean it.

We continued to sit there in silence.

I turned and looked at Stan, he was already looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he says instantly looking away from me.

I shrug, "It's fine. You didn't mean it."

"Yeah..." He agrees, "I didn't mean it."

I felt sick. Sick and upset. I don't know why, I wanted him to confirm that he didn't mean it... But when he did I just... He doesn't.

He doesn't like me like that, he won't like me like that. Ever.

We sat in silence for a moment, both of us just thinking. At least, I was thinking, Stan could've been watching the movie like me planned.

I look over to the window. When did it start raining so hard?

There's a loud resounding clap of thunder and lightening.

I jump out of my skin and find myself sitting closer to Stan.

He staring at me, "Dude, are you afraid of lightning?"

I shake my head and Louth nervously, "N-No! Why would I be afraid of lightning? That's so childish..."

It's silent for a minute, when more, much louder thunder booms.

I jump even closer to Stan, now grasping his arm.