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"I still can't believe Butters and Bebe are dating."
"Marjorine." Stan corrects the other as he drops both his backpack and football bag to the ground, immediately throwing himself onto Clyde's unmade bed. He does his best to ignore the stinging in his heart at the mistake; the doubt in his mind- what if he doesn't accept me?
"Shit- yeah, Marjorine. My bad, dude." The brunet copies Stan's motions, his bags falling to the ground, and lies down on the other side of the bed, shifting to his side: he props his head up on his hand. "Can't believe Marjorine and Bebe are dating. Like, totally was not expecting that, y'know?"
Stan smiles into the pillow, the stinging sensation fading, then turns his head to look at Clyde. "Yeah. I kinda thought Bebe and Wendyl had a thing going on."
"Wendyl? Bro, no! Have you seen the way he looks at Tolkien?"
"Well, yeah, no shit! But Tolkien's straight, dude! And he's dating Nicole! You're like, his best friend, shouldn't ya know that?" Stan lightly flicks his boyfriend on the forehead, who pouts at the action.
"Ow. Meanie." He fakes a sniffle, only to grin a second later when Stan rolls his eyes and grabs the brunets hand. "I know that, but Wendyl still has a thing for him! It's totes obvious!"
"Dude. Babe. Bro." Stan fake gags. "You've been hanging out with Kenny and Bebe too much."
Clyde giggles and guides the raven-haired teens hand up to his lips, gently kissing the skin with a soft "mwah!". "You know ya love it, babes!"
"For some reason." Stan moves to get closer to Clyde, planting a short kiss on the other boys' lips.
"Aw..." Clyde lets go of Stans hand to gently grab his face, rubbing the other's cheeks with his thumb. "That's all, Stanny?"
Stan pushes the others face away with a scoff, then shifts onto his back. "Brush your teeth first, pretty boy, then we'll see. Your breath is rancid."
"What?" Clyde breathes into his hand. "What's wrong with my breath?"
"Smells like school bologna. I swear that shit is made out of human meat or something."
"Hmpf." Clyde pouts again though gets up, making his way to the bathroom. Over his shoulder he calls out, "School bologna is good, dude! You don't know what you're missing out on!"
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While Clyde is in the bathroom, Stan tries not to think about who he is and what he isn't; tries not to think about how Clyde will react when he finds out.
Him and Clyde have been together for only a few months now, and while Stan is... mostly confident that Clyde will accept him as the brunet has no qualms with Wendyl or Marjorine, the lingering fear and uncertainty that resides in the back of Stans mind disagrees.
It did take Clyde years to finally overcome his internalized homophobia and accept that he isn't straight, after all, and even longer for him to finally be comfortable coming out as bisexual. What if Clyde knowing about Stan makes the brunet feel tricked and he realizes he's actually straight? What if he starts to see Stan as something he's not? What if he breaks up with the raven-haired male? What if Clyde lashes out against Stan and tells everyone?
"Stan?" The sound of Clyde's voice breaks Stan out of his spiraling thoughts. "Dude, are you okay?"
Stan realizes his breath is ragged and his chest is heaving up and down, tears pricking at his baby blues. The teen tries to calm himself down, practicing the breathing technique Kyle taught him. In 4, hold 7, out 8. In 4, hold 7, out 8. It takes him a few tries, but after a couple of minutes, Stan is able to steady his breath enough to realize that he never answered his boyfriend.
Speaking of... Stan looks over to the brunet who's standing in the doorway, making eye contact with him only to notice the tears building up in Clyde's eyes.
"...Stan?" The brunet's voice is soft, full of caring and concern.
"I need to tell you something." Straight to the point. No backing out. Stan stands up from his spot on the bed. I can do this. "I'm-"
"Oh my god, you're breaking up with me!" Clyde's voice breaks and the tears gathered in his brown eyes fall, cascading down his chubby cheeks. "You are, aren't you?"
Stan blinks, then shakes his head. "No! No, I'm not breaking up with you, Clyde. I just..."
Clyde sniffles, wiping at his reddened eyes with his sleeve, then his runny nose; Stan sighs.
"I'm trans."
Now Clyde is the one to blink. "Like Marjorine? You wanna be a girl?"
"No!" Stan's voice is firm, and Clyde almost jumps at the tone. "Like Wendyl."
"Oh. Oh!" Clyde smiles as the realization sits in. "Thats cool, dude! But like, you aren't breaking up with me, right?"
Stan smiles back, happy that all his doubting thoughts were wrong. "No, dumbass."
"So... does this mean we can make out now?"