Dude... I love you
Chapter 1
"No I'm not you fucking fat ass!"
"Yes you are you got damn Jew!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
There they go fussing again.
"Just fuck it."
"Fuck you!"
"Why don't you just fuck each other?"
"Shut the hell up Kenny!" Cartman and Kyle yelled.
It's the same thing every day. It didn't change when they were in elementary and it didn't change when they got to high school. By now, at the age of 15, Stan just tunes out Cartman and Kyle during an argument. Kyle and Cartman argue so much that a regular routine started to develop. As soon as Kyle and Cartman starts fussing, that's Stan's cue to plug his earphones to his hears.
He was listening to Hell Yeah by Rev Theory. The beat suited the mood and kept the tension. The instrumental beat for the first 50 seconds went with every movement and gesture Cartman and Kyle made. Stan watched as Cartman yelled at Kyle, who ended up standing up and standing up and slamming the table. Stan jumped at the action, surprised that Kyle actually would resort to that.
His eyes tried to read Kyle's lips, but they were moving at an impossible speed to actually read them. Normally the cafeteria is always buzzing and moving, but as Stan looked closely to the people in the background he noticed that people are stopping to stare at their table. Not only were they getting loud, but they were really starting to catch almost everyone's attention now. By the looks of Kyle and Cartman's faces getting red with anger, Stan could tell that a fight was about to break out as the drums and guitars pounded louder and louder in his ears. Kids started to circle the table to get a good spot for the fight.
Stan was thinking about taking out his earphones to calm them down, but Kenny jumped into the ring before he had the chance. Cartman was trying to make his way across the table, but Kenny grabbed him before he could get his other leg over the table. Stan just watched them argue and waited for the bell to ring. After about 5 minutes, he took out his cell phone to check the time and took out his earphones as he prepared for his next class. As he strapped his backpack on him, the crowd around them began to die down.
"And you're just sitting there! What is your opinion on this conversation Stan?" Cartman asked. Stan stuffed the headphones into his pocket and then remembered that he was being asked a question. "Oh sorry, I wasn't listening Cartman."
"You see," Cartman slammed his fist on the table. "He wasn't listening because he knows it's true!"Cartman always asked Stan that same question or something similar to it when he knew Stan wasn't listening just to prove he's correct. Cartman opened his mouth, but the bell blocked out what he started to say. Stan got up, ready to make his way to the gym and Kenny got up as well. Cartman and Kyle sat still, staring at each other in sheer rage.
"See ya fat ass."
"See ya Jew."
"Come on, Stan," Kyle said. Kyle stood up, grabbed Stan, and pulled him toward the double doors as his curly red hair bounced under his hat with every step he took. Stan and Kyle had all, but one class together and that was last period.
Stan's last class was gym and Kyle's was IBCA, which is typing."Can you believe Cartman? He is such an ass!" Kyle said. Stan was used to Kyle making statements as obvious as that so he gave Kyle a typical response. "Tell me something I don't know." Kyle still had a good grip on Stan's arm, but he didn't notice it until they were half way down the hall.
Kyle removed his hand from Stan's arm and they walked side by side. Neither of them noticed how close they were walking until Kyle's hand brushed against Stan's; sending an electrical shock through them. Stan jumped at the feeling and Kyle did as well, but he ended up dropping his books on the floor. Both of them stood still as the shock went throughout their bodies. Kyle shivered as the feeling dissolved.
Kyle rubbed his arms and looked at Stan. Stan looked over at Kyle and shrugged his shoulders. Kyle rubbed his hands as if to make the feeling go away. "Are you okay, Kyle?" Kyle nodded his head.
Stan looked over Kyle then bent down to pick up his books. He could still feel the sensation in his fingers as he gasped Kyle's text book. "Sorry about that," Kyle said. He dropped to one knee to pick up his notebook. "Don't worry about it dude."
Stan stood up and handed Kyle his text book as his deep green eyes met his ocean blue eyes. Kyle had changed over the last couple of years, but not by much. He still had curly, red hair, which he hid with his green hat, and he was still a now-it-all genius. He was skinny, but had gained a little muscle. Stan and him was about the same size, but Stan was just a little taller.
He was only just a few inches shorter than Stan. He also wore his orange coat, but it was unzipped and it revealed a white t-shirt underneath it. Stan's features changed a bit, but his personality was still the same. His raven, black hair was longer, his skin tone was slightly darker, and he was built like a jock from being playing a few sports. He only wore his hat when he went outside.
He wore his brown jacket, a black shirt and some dark blue jeans that made him look like a Goth. He chooses this look from time to time to fit the name Raven. He might seem dark when he's not smiling, but you can there is nothing dark about him when you get to know him. "Well, see you later," Stan said. He turned around and began walking to the gymnasium.
Kyle started walking the opposite direction as Stan, but then he remembered that he had something to tell Stan. "Hey, Stan." Stan turned around to face Kyle, but something small and bubbly jumped on his back. Stan turned around to see Wendy's face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey, Stan," she said. Stan smiled and kissed Wendy's glossy, pink lips. Stan looked back at Kyle and asked, "You wanted something, Kyle?" Kyle's throat swelled up and his body froze. He tried to remember what he was going to tell Stan, but his brain refused to corporate with him.
Kyle's eyes slowly made their way toward the floor as he rubbed the back of his head. "Never mind, I'll see you later." Kyle gave a weak wave and went to class. Stan's eyes softened and filled with concern when he saw Kyle walk off to class. He was about to call out to Kyle, but he disappeared around the corner. Stan shrugged. I'm sure it's nothing. If something was wrong, then Kyle would tell me...right?
He barely made it to gym, thinking about what could possibly be wrong with Kyle. As he walked past the boys playing basketball, he took out his phone to text Kyle. He found Kyle's name in his phone, but before he could send a message, a ball smacked him at the back of the head. What the hell? He rubbed the back of his head and starred at the ball.
He followed the direction at which the ball came from and ended up meeting the eyes of a grinning blonde. "Get your head in the game, Stan!" Kenny yelled. He had on a white, sleeveless t-shirt and black shorts with his jacket tied around his waist. Stan grinned and said, "I'm coming after you as soon as I'm done changing." He ran past the bleachers full of girls and into the locker room.
He striped himself down to his gym pants and changed into his gym shirt. He stuffed everything into his bag, which ended up in his locker, and ran out the locker room. He was so focused on beating Kenny in another round of basketball, that he forgot his cell phone in his other pants pocket.
"Damn it's cold as hell," Kyle said. He zipped up his orange coat to shield himself from the cold, Colorado air. He dropped his black backpack onto the ground and tried to move his arms. His arms ached from typing, even if it was only for an hour. His arms stung like hell and the coldness was only making it worse.
He folded his arms and waited for some type of feeling in them. At this point, his arms and face was so numb that he forgot he had neither one of them. After a minute of just standing still with no feeling whatsoever, he fumbled to picked up his backpack and started walking down the street toward the parking lot. After wrestling with the bag a few times, he managed to gain control of his arms. He walked toward Stan's van, which wasn't hard to find.
The parking lot may have been half empty, but the school was deserted. Kyle blew into his hands and felt heat surge throughout them, but faded as quickly as it came. He thought about walking to the toasty gym to warm up for a few minutes, but if he went inside, he would have to watch Wendy and Stan make out. Kyle shivered at the image, but thought it was from the coldness. He stuffed his hands into his jacket and prepared to walk home until he heard a muffled voice.
"Hey Kyle, what are you doing out here?" Kenny asked. Kenny was tall, lean, and still a prevented hot mess. His eyes were sky blue, his smile could kill and his hair was everywhere, but he didn't care. He had on an orange jacket, but it wasn't his usual one. It resembled his old one that he out grew, but this one had more pockets.
"I'm waiting for Stan," Kyle said.
"Don't you normally wait in the gym?"
"Yeah, but I thought that I'd chill out here for a bit."
"Dude, chill? You're gonna freeze your ass off."
"My ass is fine, Kenny."
Kenny leaned back to look behind Kyle."You don't have to tell me twice." Kyle's eyes went wide from shock."DUDE?"Kenny took a step back and said in a defensive tone, "What? I'm speaking the truth."
Kyle's mouth was open, but no words came out. Kenny did this to everyone, no matter the gender, but it always surprised Kyle when he did it to him. Kyle face started to heat up and tried to think of a response. Kyle couldn't think of a response, even when he saw Stan walking their way with his hood tightly over his head. "Hey Kenny. Kyle how come you weren't in the gym?" Stan asked.
Kenny wrapped his arms around Kyle's neck and said with a huge smile, "He was talking to me." Kyle grasped Kenny's arm for balance as he began to fall back. Stan shrugged and dug into his pockets for his keys to the van. Kenny normally hung off of Kyle like that so he wasn't really fazed by the scene he saw. Kenny removed his arms from around Kyle's neck and stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.
"Well, see you tomorrow Stan." Kenny turned around to start walking home, but before he did, he leaned over Kyle's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Goodbye Sexy." Kyle's eyes grew to the size of plates and his face went as red as an apple. Stan froze with the car keys in the door. Stan looked over and Kenny and Kyle. He couldn't quite hear what Kenny said, but was surprised that Kenny whispered something to Kyle. He waited for Kenny to leave so Kyle could tell him what happened.
Kenny looked at Stan from the corner of his and chuckled. He walked away with a wide grin on his face and started to make his way home. Kyle was still trying to process what they just heard. Stan was the first to break the silence. He slightly turned his head to look at Kyle.
"What did Kenny just tell you?" Stan asked. The question lingered in the air as Kyle tried to get the words to come out. Kyle lowered his head and said, "Nothing, he didn't say anything." Kyle ran to the passenger's side and hoped that Stan couldn't see his red, heated face and for a quiet ride home.
"Thanks for the ride Stan. I'll see you tomorrow." Kyle got out of the van and slowly made his way toward his house. He dropped his bag on the sofa and blindly made his way to his room. His body was on automatic because there was no mind there to control it at the moment. The ride home was quiet like Kyle had hoped for, except for when Stan starting asking questions about school, which Kyle didn't mind because he was getting a little uncomfortable with the silence.
Kyle leaned against his closed door and exhaled. The memory of what Kenny said ran through his head. He knew what Kenny said didn't mean anything, but yet every time he thought about it, heat began rising in his cheeks. 'Got damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? It was nothing. 'Kyle thought. He really wanted to think that, but the way Kenny said it made Kyle wonder.
He would have started on his homework, but he finished it all yesterday, which included long term projects as well. He walked toward his bed and tried to think of something to distract him for the disturbing, but plausible memory. He fell on his bed, which had a dark blue comforter, and looked at the white ceiling. The ceiling was pure white like the snow outside his window, and it reminded him of a snowball fight. The one that Stan and Wendy had that weekend.
Wendy had on her purple jacket with black jeans. Her hair got longer, she got a little bit of cleavage, but her personality didn't change a bit. Wendy threw a snowball at Stan and fell to the ground as both of them hit each other at the same time. Her long black, silky hair bounced as she laughed at Stan, who started to fall head first into the snow. Kyle giggled and was filled with joy until it faded away and was replaced with sadness.
They were at the park at the time and Kyle was sitting at the table, watching them as they played like they were kids again. They didn't have a care in the world. Stan finally managed to emerge from the snow and helped Wendy off the ground. Wendy brushed the snow off of her shoulders and Stan brushed the snow off of his pants. Kyle got up from the table and walked over to a tree.
He folded his arms and leaned one leg against it. He watched Stan and Wendy kiss as more snow fell from the sky. Something in Kyle's chest begun to swell up. Kyle grabbed his chest and squeezed it, hoping he could penetrate it to get to his heart. 'Why does my chest hurt?'
He couldn't stand the blockage that disabled him to breathe so he got off of his bed and went to Ike's room. He knocked on Ike's door and waited for a response. When he heard a muffled sound from the other side of the door, he opened it. Kyle walked into the bare, white room and stared at the computer desk in front of him. The desk was almost as bare as the walls if it wasn't for the computer and the printer. Ike was always on the computer so Kyle was shocked when he realized that the chair was empty.
"Oh my freaking God Ike. You finally learned how to turn invisible."
"Stop being and idiot and come over here," Ike said. He was stretched out on his stomach on his bed reading a book. He had on gray shuriken pajama pants with a black t-shirt. The Canadian's black hair was short, but he was quite tall for a 10 year old boy.
Kyle walked over to sit next to Ike. "What are you reading?" Kyle asked. Ike turned a page and said, "Some stupid book that this chick is making me read."Kyle raised an eyebrow and said, "You getting whipped by chicks already?"Ike sat up and said, "As if. Destiny read this book and she wanted a boy's opinion on it. I was going to tell her no like everyone else, but she offered me free Karate lessons if I did."
"So what book are you reading?"
"A really crappy one."
Kyle rolled his eyes and said, "What's the name of it?"
"Why just stay Friends."
Kyle scooted closer to Ike to get a clearer view of what he was reading."So basically it's a book about a boy and a girl who became more than just friends?"
"No, it's about two guys who became more than just friends."
Kyle opened his mouth to say something, but he froze when he realized what Ike said. 'Holy shit. Did I hear that right or is my head fucking with me?' Kyle closed the book an inch or two to get a good look at the cover.
"Dude, do you know what the hell you're doing?"
"I'm reading a book to get free Karate lessons."
"No you're reading a gay book to get free karate lessons," Kyle corrected.
"Hey, it's not like it has anything to do with sex, well not yet anyway. It's mainly this guy talking and not shutting the hell up!"
Ike closed the book and threw it on the bean bag chair on the floor. Ike was just as smart as Kyle and they both had most of the same likes and dislikes, but the main difference that was plain to see was Ike's dislike for reading. "Got damn it. This is almost worse than when my teacher made us read that Twilight crap. It was bad enough that she made us read all four books, but she also made us read a book that wasn't even finished. Why the hell would she make us do that?" Kyle shrugged and said, "People are crazy as hell when it comes to that kind of crap." Kyle stood up and stretched.
"I'm going to the kitchen to get something to drink." Ike got up and stretched, too. "Okay, I'll meet you down there." Kyle walked down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked on the counter for bottled water, but when he saw that there weren't any, he walked over to the fridge.
As he opened the fridge, the name and the description for the book came back to mind. 'He must really want those free lessons if he's reading that kind of book.' He grabbed a bottle from the back of the fridge and sat at the table. He took off the cap and felt the cool, icy liquid go down his throat and throughout his body. As he drunk the water, the scene of Stan and Wendy came back to mind.
He signed in sadness and wondered why Stan and Wendy kept coming up. He watched as Wendy danced around Stan in the snow. 'You are their friends aren't you?' A voice asked. Kyle lowered the bottle and looked around to see if anyone else was in the room with him. When you live in a small and weird town like South Park, you can never be too sure. He answered yes in his head and asked, 'Why wouldn't I be?' He raised the bottle back to his mouth and continued drinking. 'Do you want to be more than friends with Wendy?' He stopped drinking and thought about the question. Kyle didn't like Wendy that way.
He barely liked her at all. The only reason he tolerates her is because she's Stan's girlfriend. He was almost at the bottom of the bottle until another question came to mind. 'Do you want to be more than friends with Stan?' The question caught him off guard and he ended up choking on the last the water that was left in the bottle.
At that moment, Ike appeared in the doorway. Kyle was on the floor coughing. Ike ran to Kyle to help him up. He started patting Kyle on the back asking, "Are you okay?"
"I-I-I'm fine," Kyle managed to choke out.
Kyle stood up and stopped coughing after a minute or two. He held on to the door frame until he managed to stand on his own. "Are you sure you're okay?" Ike asked in a concern and worried tone. "Yeah." Kyle threw away the bottle in his hand and began to make his way to the stairs.
As he walked up the stairs, a voice in his head appeared again and asked, 'Do you want to be more than friends with Wendy?' once more. Kyle stopped on the 7th step to actually think about that thought and then continued walking; shaking his head in disgust. 'No. Hell no. Why the hell would I want to be more than friends with a crazy ass bitch like that? I can barely stand being her so called friend.' Before he could drown out anything else that popped up, the same question that had him choking on water came up. 'Do you want to be more than friends with Stan?'
Kyle slowed his pace and stopped on the last step. He stared at the blank wall in front of him. He was best friends with Stan. No Super best friends actually. It would be wrong to think of their relationship as anymore than that. Kyle walked into his room and sat on his bed.
'No. I don't want to be more than friends with Stan. I don't.' He looked at the picture frame that was on his night stand. It was a collage of pictures from all of the years that he had known Stan. He picked up the picture frame and thought of everything him and Stan went through. He shook his head and started to put the frame back. 'No I don't want to be more than friends with Stan.' He held the picture in midair and looked at it. "Do I?"
Thought I'd start up writing again... Went through some old stuff and found this so I fixed it up. And for those who may be a twilight fan and happened to read this, I wasn't saying that anything was wrong with the saga, so no getting on me for that please.
-Tatie