---Kyle's pov---

"Okay... So, you will tell me, right?" Kenny asks.

I nod hesitantly, "... Sure."

"You like Stan, don't you?"

I give him a puzzled look, "Of course I like Stan," I say, "He's my super best friend."

Kenny scoffs, "Don't give me that, 'I like him as a friend' shit. You like him more than that, don't you?"

I feel a blush creep onto my face.

Kenny chuckles slightly.

"I knew it."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Your blush gave it away."

I cover my face with my hands, as Kenny continues to laugh.

"What's your plan anyway?"

"You just have to agree to it," Kenny says, "I'll do all the work."

"Okay, what's the plan, then?"

Kenny smirked.

"All you have to do is agree."

"Wait, so you're not going to tell me the plan?"

"No," Kenny says shaking his head still smirking.

I thought about it for a minute, neither of us saying anything else for quite a few minutes.

I nodded slowly.

"Okay... Sure... Just don't do anything stupid," I said, adding on, "I don't want to make this worse than it already is."

Kenny nodded eagerly and happily.

"You can count on me, Kyle!" He shouted jumping up and running out of my room.

I hope I don't regret this.