Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own South Park.
It was wrong. Not that I ever took much stock in what was right, but this was probably the worst thing I had ever done. Every time I saw Kyle, I became overcome with guilt, but I couldn't make myself end that which I had begun.
It all began simply. Kyle was going on a date with Cartman, and he needed someone to watch his little brother for him. Having nothing to do, I readily agreed. To tell you the truth, I actually enjoyed hanging out with Ike. He was a sweet kid and he was way too smart for his own good.
When I got to the Broflovskis', I found that Kyle had already left. Ike was sitting on the couch watching the news, clad in an oversized tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Something about him seemed different that day.
"Hey, Kiddo. You get a haircut or something?" I inquired of the eleven year old. He shook his head and gestured for me to sit down on the sofa next to him. I obliged and, the moment I sat down, he put his head in my lap, looking up at me and grinning.
"You haven't seen the new X-Men, have you?" he asked, pulling on my hoodie string.
"No. But I'm sure you're about to convince me to take you," I replied with a smirk.
"Of course," the young Canadian said, jumping up, kissing me on the cheek, and practically running to his room to clothe himself. My cheek felt rather tingly after that, but I was sure that it was due to some sort of new chapstick Ike had.
When he came down stairs my first thought was "Damn!" I quickly shook my head of any naughty thoughts I might possess concerning him before fully taking in his wardrobe change.
In a matter of minutes, he had gone from couch potato to emo chic. His hair fell messily to his shoulders and he wore skinny jeans coupled with a too big AC/DC tee shirt and a pair of black combat boots.
"Ready?" I asked, a hint of breathiness coloring my otherwise normal voice as I stood.
"Yes," he replied with a grin, linking his arm in mine.
When the movie finally got out, I was really confused. Throughout the entire thing, Ike kept scooting closer and closer. Lucky for me, he didn't lean on me and lace our fingers together until close to the end. For some reason, I had found myself enjoying his attentions. I knew that I couldn't do anything about my fleeting attraction to my best friend's little brother. Kyle would not appreciate it. But, the entire car trip back to the house was peppered with glances in Ike's direction.
"Is everything okay?" he asked me when we were almost there. I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah? Why would it not be?" I replied, hoping I hadn't been caught.
"It's just...you keep looking over here. And you're starting to make me worry a little," he informed me, his brow furrowing in adorable concern.
"I'm fine, Ike. Really," I assured him, placing my hand over his on the center console. He smiled, his worries quelled. Suddenly, he got a text. He replied to it before locking his phone and turning to me.
"You wanna stay the night? My parents had to go out of town for their latest crusade, so Kyle is probably going to stay the night with the fatass," he explained, his eyes hopeful. "You can sleep in Kyle's room."
"I don't know, Ike. I'll have to ask my mom," I replied, unsure of what I would do in a house alone with Ike that long. I didn't like it, but I was finding it increasingly hard to keep my hands off of the pre-teen.
"Please? I don't want to be alone," he begged, giving me the saddest puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen.
"Fine," I agreed, caving under the pressure that those eyes were putting on me.
After dropping by my house to get some clothes, Ike and I had settled into the couch for an evening of movie watching. We had decided on The Grudge and Asses of Fire and popped some popcorn. The two of us were set.
About half way through The Grudge, Ike had found his way into my lap. I wasn't sure if the movie was scaring him or if he just liked to cuddle, but I found I didn't mind. I was perfectly happy to hold him. The real challenge, however, came when it came time to switch movies.
"Staaaannnnn, I'm comfy…" Ike whined, clinging to me so that I wouldn't move.
"I have to put in Asses of Fire," I sighed in reply. In reality, I probably would have been okay with not moving. Unfortunately, I had to pretend like I had principles.
"No you don't. You can stay right here and snuggle with me some more," he told me, nuzzling into me more.
"Ike…" I began to protest. But then he gave me those eyes again. "Okay."
Ike continued using his sad eyes on me, eventually landing me in his bed. He claimed that he was too scared to sleep alone and therefore needed me to keep away his nightmares.
There I was, lying in Ike's bed, awaiting his return from the bathroom. When he came into the room, I felt stirrings of untoward feelings again. He was wearing nothing but a tee shirt that hung to his knees and whatever kind of underwear he wore.
He crawled into bed next to me and, as I held him, it hit me. I was in love with my best friend's brother.
Dun dun dun! What will Stan do? Reviews are what I feed Ike, so review if you don't want him to starve.
