---Kyle's pov---

I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, then laying my head on top of my knees.

I stared at Stan.

He was staring out the dirt covered window.

This is silent.

This is awkward.

This was Kenny's plan.

I sigh and bury my face into my knees.

Why didn't I see this coming from Kenny? Of course he'd do something like this.

"Uh So..."

"So, what?" I ask, not bothering to look up.

"I don't know. I was hoping that you'd say something."

I shake my head and smile slightly. Oh, of course Stan would do something like that.

"Well, we're supposed to make up, right?" I ask.

"Uh yeah."

I look up from my knees.

"Then we need to say something."

Stan nods and turns away from me.

I sigh.

I know what he wants me to say. But I don't want to.

"...."

Stan looks back at me as I stare at him, contemplating what to say.

"Well?" Stan asked, "Are you going to say something or are you just going to stare at me."

I nodded my head.

I looked down at me knee.

Then, I stretched out my legs in front of me.

"I'm sorry."