---Kyle's pov---

Stan holds my face towards him and stares at me for a second.

Why is he always teasing me? I grit my teeth.

"Stan."

He looks me in the eyes. I stare at his blue eyes.

"What are you doing," I say more than ask. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know exactly..." he says looking me in the eyes still, "I think I might have to kiss a boy."

I stare at him, my face heating up all over again. I open my mouth to say something, but then Stan kisses me.

I try to move my arms, but he holds them down tightly. I try to move my head away, but my attempts are in vain. I give in.

---Stan's pov---

I feel Kyle struggle under me, then he stops. He doesn't do anything.

Then, he starts to kiss me back.

Why is he kissing me back? Why am I kissing him in the first place? Why are we kissing?

I pull away, not letting go of his hands, but letting go of his face. His eyes meet mine and he stares at me.

"What the hell?" he says. I stare at him.

"Are you going to tell me?" I ask.

He glares at me, "I was going to, until you cut me off," he says.

I roll my eyes, "Just tell me already!"

He thinks for a minute, "...Fine."