The Plan
Kyle woke up due to Stan slightly shaking him. “Wake up buddy.” Kyle sat up and rubbed his eyes. “The chinese is here.” Kyle gave a happy but tired smile. “Okay. Did you find the money?”
Stan grabbed Kyles hand to help him up. Proceeding to lead him to the dining room.
“You like sweet and sour chicken right?” Stan passed a plate he already made for Kyle. It had sweet and sour chicken with sweet and sour sauce drizzled over it and two crab rangoons to the side as well as some lo mein noodles.
Kyle was aware of Stan avoiding the question. “...Thank you.” Stan smiled and sat next to him. “Of course!”
Stan started digging into his beef and broccoli but Kyle slowly ate making sure to chew quietly. Stan looked at Kyle, confused. “Is it bad?” Kyle shook his head quickly. “No! Not at all… I was just making sure I wasn’t chewing loudly...my mom and dad say I sound ‘disgusting’ and that I chew weird. I didn't want you thinking I was a pig…”
Stans face dropped in disappointment. “Kyle look at me.” Kyle raised his head to look at Stan. “I know darn well that I have lo mein noodles on my face and broccoli in my teeth. I'm not going to think you’re a pig. Now eat.”
Kyle giggled. “What?” Stan asked defensively. Kyle pointed at his face. “It’s on your nose.” Stan rolled his eyes before proceeding to dip his finger in the excess sweet and sour sauce and booping Kyles noes. “Now we match.” Stan grinned.
A sudden door opening interrupted the teenagers. “Stan! I’m home!” Stan gave a side smile. “In here dad!”
A kind look man poked his head around the corner of the dining room. “Oh! Why hello there Kyle.” Kyle waved sheepishly. “Hi Randy…” Stan's father looked between the two. “Um, I hope you’re both aware you have stuff on your noses?” Stan nodded. “Yeah, that’d be Kyles fault.” Kyle looked at Stan quickly. “Hey!” Stan giggled.
“I got some dinner for you. It’s on the counter.” Stan's dad rubbed his paws togethers. “Don't mind if I do.” He turned around to fetch the food from the kitchen.
Kyle went to wipe his nose with his hoodie sleeve but Stan stopped him. “Hey, don’t do that your sleeve will get ucky.” Stan got a napkin and wiped off Kyles nose himself. “Eh- Uhh, I- why you did that?” Kyle asked flustered.
Stan giggled and went to answer before he was interrupted.
“So Kyle, what brings you here?” Kyle froze not knowing what to say. Do I tell him it was for the project or that I'm a little? Would he want Stan to stop hanging out with me?
“Kyle got little for a classification and was scared to go through the folder himself.” Stan said, interrupting Kyles thoughts.
Kyle looked at Stan panicking. “Calm down, my dads a caregiver.” Kyle calmed down a little. “O-oh.” Stan's dad chuckled. “How cute!”
Stan scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, but um he also might be here a lot more often…” The father looked up from his fried rice. “Oh?” Stan looked at his plate and poked at his food. “Unfortunately Kyles parents wouldn't be too happy if they knew what Kyle got on the test… He’s currently here for a project.”
Randy put down his fried rice. “...I see… well in that case, is it Friday?” Stan looked at Kyle who looked just as lost as him. “It is.” Stan responded confused.
Stan's dad left the room, pulling out his phone. “You don’t think he’d call my mom right?” Kyle asked, frightened.
Stan stood up so fast his chair scooted back he went to the doorway his dad just left in Kyle got up and followed.
They could both hear the words spoken by Randy. “Sheila?” there was a pause between his words. “Yes she has eaten, but i’ll tell you what I looked at the project there working on…”
Another pause. “ Oh no! They got a good chunk done, but that thing is huge!!” You could hear the smirk through his words.
“It honestly is… but I was wondering, Kylie’s spent the night before…. Well the project is due Monday, so I figured they’d just work on through the weekend...Okay. Uh huh. Of course, I wouldn't want anything happening!” Randys tone was exasperated.
“Clothes? Oh well there going to head to the dollar tree for markers, they can just stop by on the way…Perfect!... Okay, tell Gerald I said hi!... Okay bye now.”
Randy walked around the corner and saw the two with confused faces.
Stan's dad smirked. “You two are going to go little gear shopping!” Randy handed Stan a 20 dollar bill. Stan took it confused. “But-” A finger was placed on Stan's mouth. “I know you both got gift cards and i'm aware it’s a little late, but that just means the shops will be empty.”
The dad has a small smile on his face. “Stop by Kyles to get clothes and stuff. Then back here. Now go have fun!” Stan's dad gestured for them to go.
Stan and Kyle headed to Stan's room. Kyle got out his gift card and put on his shoes.
Stan pulled out a thick folder and flipped to the back. That's his classification folder!? Is Stan a Caregiver?
Stan pointed at Kyle. “Before we head off. Binder off. I let you wear it this long, you can't wear it any longer. I'm going to leave the room to also get you your hat and I want to see it when I get back.”
Kyle pouted and watched Stan leave. He slipped the tight article of clothing off and threw on the extra shirt from his backpack over his other shirt and his Jacket over that.
Kyle heard a knock. “Come in.” Stan came in and tossed Kyle his hat in return for the sight of the binder. “Good! No back or lung problems for cuties! It’s the law.”
Kyle chuckled. “Then why did I take it off?” Stan looked at Kyle confused. “So you don’t… HEY! You are too a cutie! No self deprecation!” Stan picked Kyle up in a hug. “Okay, okay!” Kyle giggled. "Lets just go."