More in-depth Summary: Kyle and Stan have not been best friends for four years because of one huge fight back in eighth grade. Things seem to be going fine though: Stan had the guys to hang out with, and Kyle. . .well he had the girls. (Long story) But when Kenny finds himself in a sexuality crisis and needs Kyle's help, he begins to discover that Kyle and Stan haven't been telling the full truth. And with Butters' help, he just might be able to figure out what the hell really happened to make such a perfect friendship crumble. Pairings: Butters x Kenny, Kyle x I have no idea yet, and a small bit of Pip x Damien.
Main Characters: I couldn't decide since I have a lot of characters, but I suppose it's mainly Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Butters, Wendy, and Bebe
Disclaimer: Luckily for the residents of South Park I do not own them. If I did. . .well let's just say there would be a lot of residents committing suicide in order to avoid me writing something about them. :)
Warning: Swearing, Some Mature Themes, and Slash Later On. Don't like slash? Don't read my story.
Rating: T; but subject to change
Quick Thing to Note: When something is italics for a very long time, it is either a flashback, a dream, or a combination of both.
Wendy's POV:
If someone had told me seven or eight years ago that I would be Kyle Broflovski's best friend, I would have laughed at them right in their face and asked them what type of crack they had been smoking. Yet here I was at age seventeen, rolling my eyes in perfect synchronization with him as Bebe chatted on about meaningless petty gossip.
The idea of Kyle Broflovski being any type of friend to me when I was younger seemed to exist in the realm of the impossible. It was not that I hated Kyle or that he hated me, rather we hated the fact of how much time the other spent with a certain boy by the name of Stan Marsh. Stan had been my boyfriend, and Kyle's best friend, so there was a mutual resentment we shared with one another when it came to the lines of jealousy. Albeit a different type of jealousy, but regardless it was still envy of the shallowest sort.
To be perfectly honest, the reason Kyle and I were now best friends was 95.9% Cartman' s fault, 3% Stan's, 1% Kyle's and 0.01% mine. Okay, maybe the percentage concerning Kyle and me should be switched, but still it was mostly Cartman's fault. Actually the whole affair had started out as one of Cartman's 'rid the world of Kyle' schemes, which he tried to execute on a weekly basis.
Cartman was obviously also a slave to jealousy, and despised the relationship between Stan and Kyle. Which is why he pretty much fucked it up by showing Stan notes Kyle had written about having a very intense crush on me. At the time we were all thirteen, and Stan and I had been dating once again since fourth grade. Age aside, Stan was a very gullible and possessive person, so he did not carefully examine the notes. If he had he might have noticed just how utterly retarded they were and realized that Kyle wanted nothing to do with me.
Coming from an ever so slightly biased point of view, Stan was an absolute dick. It's amazing how thirteen years of strong friendship can be dissolved by one fat, racist, manipulative asshole. The worst part was that Stan never actually went up to Kyle and told him he was angry at him, he just avoided him at all costs and for all intents and purposes, acted as if Kyle did not exist. Pretty much the whole eighth grade followed suit except for Butters, who was too naïve to realize that Kyle was being 'shunned'.
But Kyle realized it, and by the third day of his shunning was not even attempting to talk to any one of his old acquaintances or friends. I will reluctantly admit that at first I was pleased with this new development since I had more Stan time, but then my conscience kicked in, and I confronted Stan about what the hell was going on.
Subtly was never my forte, so I simply plopped on down next to Stan during study period and bluntly asked, "What the hell is going on with you and Kyle?"
Looking back, I must say with some bemusement that his whole face left the red color spectrum. He seemed hesitant to admit what was going on between his best friend and himself, which I suppose is perfectly reasonable had the aforementioned been true. But the fact was it was all lies planted by Eric Cartman, and Stan was easily deterred by it. To this day I haven't figured out why. Was it because Stan was a little jealous of Kyle thinking that maybe I preferred Kyle's company to his own? Or perhaps he was just uncertain about our relationship, and let the seed Cartman planted in his mind grow to its full capacity.
"Well. . .it. . .err, Kyle. . .he kind of has a. . .sort of crush on you." Stan muttered under his breath.
The idea that Kyle Broflovski, my arch rival for Stan's attention, liked me made my nose give out an involuntary snort. Was I the only teenager in South Park who noticed the callous sparks that would fly whenever we were around each other?! Smiling lightly at him, I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I hardly doubt that's the case." Stan did not look so convinced, so I quickly pecked him on the cheek, and marched over purposefully to my best friend Bebe.
"What's up?" She had asked me, giving me the most innocent smile she could manage.
I then proceeded to tell her what I knew, and she glanced over at Kyle rather thoughtfully.
"I guess it's possible, but---and no offense Wendy---Kyle is the most loyal kid I know. I don't think he'd even ogle you if you walked right by him." Bebe shuddered as if not ogling a crush was one of the worst sins imaginable. "Wendy, I don't know about you, but I want to find out the truth from Kyle himself."
Somehow I don't think at the time she was as interested in figuring out the truth behind the whole ordeal as she was in getting a closer look to what she calls 'Kyle's incredibly sexy ass', but that's neither here nor there. The point was that at lunch time instead of going over to our respective table, we marched over to where Kyle was sitting all alone, munching on his food somberly.
Bebe plopped on down on the bench while I situated myself with a little more debonair. Kyle looked up at the two of us and rolled his eyes. Not that I blame him, if I had been in his situation I don't think I would have been to happy to see me either.
If people considered me impatient, they had never dealt with Bebe, who simply without tact blurted out, "Do you have a crush on Wendy?"
Kyle snickered a bit before responding, "No. Sorry to break it to you, but it's not even in the realm of--" He broke off suddenly shaking his head.
Now I was intrigued. I wasn't the only one who caught his little slip-up. "What were you going to say?" Bebe demanded.
His eyes flickered nervously and he looked at the two of us pleadingly. Never before had I seen Kyle Broflovski look so scared and troubled. It broke my heart, and I let any old feelings of amnesty between us evaporate. "You can tell us Kyle, we promise to keep it a secret." I whispered.
He sighed. "Why I'm telling you this I'll never know, but. . .I don't quite play for the same 'team' you guys do."
"You're gay?!" Bebe gasped under her breath.
"Not so loud!" Kyle hissed back. "Look. . .I'm just not ready to tell the guys yet, and so I figured that I'll just let this blow over. If Stan's still avoiding me by the next week, I'll tell him." He ran his fingers along the table.
"Why don't you come sit with us?" I asked suddenly.
Kyle looked up at me liked I was a moron, "Oh yeah, that'll definitely prevent people from thinking I'm gay yet."
Bebe however, loved the idea and wasn't taking no for an answer. "Oh no Kyle, we're keeping your secret, so you're coming to sit with us. We can't leave some one as adorable as you alone to be so like, sad. It's not good for your chi."
She then dragged Kyle over to our table with my help, and I guess things just moved forward from there.
The thing was, when you removed Stan from the equation, Kyle and I were the perfect best friends. We were both carbon copies of the other. Both of us had overbearing feminist moms, dad's who pushed our grades, the only blood offspring of the family (I was an only child, Kyle had an adopted sibling), we both were over-achievers and pretty nerdy, and we both had a great sense of sarcasm and utter loathing for the being known as Eric Cartman.
This is where my fault comes into play. I suppose hanging out with Kyle did not really help the situation Cartman had created in making it look like he was in love with me. But the fact of the matter was that the girls we sat with loved Kyle, and him being gay just made them squeal more. He was the first known gay guy in the school to us, and so he was fascinating. Park County Middle School merged all the counties, so the group I sat with wasn't all South Park. Yet we all loved Kyle and were a bit. . .over-protective of him.
We were a weird bunch (and we still are). There was me and Bebe obviously, but there was also Red and Heidi. For some reason these two were best friends, though they constantly would leave a snide comment about the other. Then there was Anne, who was sort of just there. She was pretty much the example of an average girl, but if there was anyone she latched herself onto it was Millie. Millie was the more outgoing of us, and she had actually dragged into our group the three Raisins girls Mercedes, Lexus, and Porsche. Porsche was a prime example of you didn't have to be blonde to be an air head, but she was also very kind-hearted. Lexus on the other hand was more harsh of people and kept grudges. Her kindness was mostly an act, though I heard if you got on her good side (like Kyle did) than you never had to worry about her. Mercedes was probably the most interesting of all in our group of ten if you included Kyle---which we did, probably a little too much but oh well---because she was observant. Somehow she always noticed what was going on, and that girl was smart. Cunning too, but she hid it well. I was one of the few people who knew just how smart she was because she was in all my AP classes with Kyle. Out of all of us, she was probably the most over-protective of him, and everyone knew on campus that you didn't fuck with Mercedes.
Cartman noticed our feelings towards Kyle, and used it to his advantage. He apparently (according to later accounts) told Stan he had caught me and Kyle making out, which did not bode well with my boyfriend at all. And that was why four days later when school came out Stan walked over to Kyle, yelled at him for 'making a move on me' before finally giving him one punch to the face.
In Kyle's defense, he did not punch back. Stan's punch wouldn't even leave a bruise, well at least one that showed. I don't think he ever meant to though, I think he just wanted to leave a bruise on Kyle's heart. If that was the case he definitely succeeded. The whole school watched when he attacked his best friend, including me and the girls. All of us were ready to kill Stan, but Kyle got to it first.
He did not use violence. Instead he used the most biting words I think anyone of us have ever heard him spoken. Words that were even harsher than what he normally dosed out to Cartman. "Yeah Stan, I kissed Wendy. You know why that fact's impossible besides the point that she's your girlfriend? BECAUSE I'M FUCKING GAY! I was hoping to tell you under better circumstances, but I hope you're happy now asshole." Kyle than stormed over to Cartman. "And YOU! This is mostly your fault! If it wasn't for your stupid fucking rumors, I wouldn't have had to become EX-best friends with Stan!" Swiftly he punched Cartman in the gut, and stormed off away from the school where all the boys and other grades that had come to watch stood stunned.
I'm pretty sure Stan had figured out we were over, but Bebe being the drama queen that she was (and still is) flounced over and hissed to him, "Great job Stan. You've not only lost your girlfriend, but your best friend as well." Bebe then walked over to us, and we all left to go in search of Kyle and comfort him.
School the next day was weird. Stan didn't look upset and Cartman was still part of their group. It would only be months later that I realized all of them just pretended to forget what had happened. Some of the boys when they would date us girls in the future would say a friendly 'hi' towards Kyle (we never dated Stan, Kenny, or Cartman though), but it was nothing more than that. And Kyle would be civil back, but at least he didn't make them feel uncomfortable. He really didn't change at all except that he now had to use product to tame his curls. But he still wore the same type of clothes albeit designer ones, and he still had the same attitude. The only thing different with gay Kyle was that he now hung out with us, but that had nothing to do with his sexuality.
"Okay here's the big question Wendy: ugg slippers or flip-flops decorated with balloons?" Bebe gushed on another one of her 'shoe vs. shoe' rampages.
Kyle and I shared a glance and raised one eyebrow. I turned my attention back to Bebe and said, "We live in Colorado. Since when are flip-flops even a plausible idea?"
Bebe glared at me haughtily, "God Wendy do you have to ruin everything?"
"I hate to interrupt your endearing conversation, but we have company coming." Mercedes pointed out, sliding a little closer to Kyle.
I looked up to see who it was, and then growled before sliding nearer to Kyle too and letting my shoulder blade partially block him. Ever since Kyle had left his old group he had much more patience and less anger issues. Nobody in school ever bothered him about his sexuality to his face at least because he could still beat any one of them up if he wanted too. Yet for some reason us girls still felt the need to shield Kyle from potential trouble, which was exactly what was heading toward us: Kenny McKormick.
Kyle never saw any of his old best friends up close: ever. He was in all AP classes and they weren't. When it came to electives he chose things they didn't. And while he chose Latin they chose Spanish. Well except for Kenny, who took French with me and Mercedes.
Kenny McKormick wasn't the worst person who could bother Kyle, but he certainly wasn't a help. He was a pervert plain and simple, and while we allowed him to hit on us, it always had to be when Kyle wasn't around. (Which basically meant that he could never hit on us all at once) I will admit that he was gorgeous when it came to looks, and he wasn't that bad a guy either: Kenny had some fine charisma. But we held a grudge against him for not standing up for Kyle when he knew what they were doing was wrong. Then again none of the boys did, but he was supposed to be one of Kyle's close friends.
He finally reached our table and Kyle looked up from his book slowly to face me. "Hey what's---oh." he muttered finally noticing Kenny. His normally cheerful expression tightened the slightest bit and he smiled grimly at his former companion.
"What do you want Kenny?" Bebe asked coldly, though we all knew if Kyle hadn't been around she would've done him in a second. Bebe wasn't a slut, but she did have a thing for other blondes.
"Relax Bebe, Kenny means no harm. . .this time." Mercedes interjected, and we all relaxed our protective stances a little bit. All except me. While I normally trusted Mercedes judgment I still shot Kenny a wary look, I being the second biggest grudge holder besides Lexus.
"I just need to talk to Kyle for a minute." he said softly.
Kyle gave me a look to release my hostile posture and I did so reluctantly. "I won't be long." he promised us, before getting up and nodding to Kenny to head out into the hallway with him. As Kenny went to follow him Mercedes---whom was at the end of the table---grabbed his arm and looked at him menacingly.
"Don't mention Stan." she snarled, and then let him go. Kenny nodded solemnly and finally went out to join Kyle.
None of us spoke for a little while, before I finally looked towards Mercedes thoughtfully. "How do you know his intentions are good?"
She gave me a smirk, "Just trust me on this one, Kyle's fine." Mercedes then relinquished a small little sigh, "We're going to have to start to let him go a little bit. He needs to find the balance between hanging out with guys and us girls, it's not healthy for him to spend all his time with us."
Bebe and I shared a frown while the rest of the girls went back to chatting slowly. "Can you let him go Wendy, he's your best friend." Bebe said this without a trace of jealousy since she knew that I considered her to be my other best friend.
I looked at her honestly, "I don't know Bee, I don't know."
Kenny's POV:
"Ey Kenneh! Kenneh look at me when I'm talking to you!" whined Eric Cartman as he began to poke me with his spork. I sighed and flipped him off before resuming my contemplation. I was about to do something that Stan would definitely not approve of. Mentioning Kyle's name was taboo. . .not even Cartman did it. . .but talking to him? Jesus was I screwed.
Stan and I had not become best friends when he kicked Kyle out of the picture. If anything we had become a little more distant. Kyle and I had always been closer. Hell when I was eleven I began to sleep over at his house everyday. When midnight would fall and my whole family was out cold I would sneak in through Kyle's window and sleep on his floor. His mother never hated my presence, in fact she always stated she'd rather have me there with them instead of in my home which in its later years had lost the little precious heating it had previously managed to attain. When I turned my back on Kyle, I never tried to make things right. See, I'd been a little jealous of him at the time, and I figured the whole Wendy thing would blow over. And when it didn't I felt guilty, like he'd be better off without me, so I stayed away in my freezing cold home and let Kyle enjoy the home comforts he had to himself.
But the fact was that now I needed Kyle. Recent circumstances that were out of my control left him to be the only person I could turn too, and no, Stan would not be pleased with this.
Stan had changed a lot since he ditched Kyle. He was much more careful now and could never keep a girl for longer than six months. After Kyle was gone we'd kind of merged into one big group that consisted of me, Cartman, Stan, Token, Clyde, Tweek, Craig, and on the every now and then occasion: Butters. I don't believe Stan ever got a new best friend, but he hung out with us all equally in the group (minus Butters of course) so it didn't really seem to matter. Yet I missed the Jew with his quirky traits, and I would find myself often wishing I had done the right thing all those years ago. It would certainly make the situation I was trapped in now much easier.
Well, it was now or never. Slowly I stood up and Stan who was sitting on my right raised one eyebrow. "Where you going Kenny?" he asked lightly.
"To talk to Kyle." I replied, and he instantly stiffened. All chatter at our table vanished and everybody looked at me like I had unleashed a death wish. Stan's fingers tightened and his expression was darkened. Cartman was the only one who appeared like he was about to laugh.
"Oh Jesus! This is way too much pressure!" Tweek shrieked, and for once he was right. It was too much pressure. But it was also something I had to do.
I walked away slowly and headed towards the girls' table where I saw Kyle engrossed in a novel. He didn't look different save for the fact his hair was no longer a huge Jewfro. As I headed closer and closer towards my destination the girls stopped chatting and began to all move closer to Kyle as if I had come to rape him or something. When I finally reached the table the tension was so thick it eventually drew Kyle out of his book. He looked over to Wendy perplexed and asked, "Hey, what's---oh." he said, finally catching my eye. I cringed inwardly as his expression hardened ever so little. Kyle might not be one to hold on to grudges forever, but I wouldn't blame him for keeping hold of this one.
"What do you want Kenny?" Bebe asked my thinly.
"Relax Bebe. Kenny means no harm. . .this time." Mercedes said carefully. I shivered slightly. Mercedes had the kind of look that pierced right through your soul. All the girls at the table listened to her command except for Wendy who if anything moved even closer.
"I just need to talk to Kyle for a minute." I said lamely, letting my gaze rest back on Kyle.
Kyle said something I couldn't hear to Wendy and gave her a certain look. Apparently she obliged to whatever he said because he was able to get out and cock his head in the direction he wanted me to follow. I was about to leave when Mercedes suddenly snatched my hand in a vice-like grip, "Don't mention Stan." she spat.
I nodded but inside I was reeling. Did they all think I was fucking retarded?! No way was I here to even mention Stan. I followed Kyle out and he turned around to face me coldly. "What do you want Kenny?"
I flinched. The last time we had spoke we had become good enough friends that he could call me 'Ken' but now we were back to square one. Actually we were probably at negative square one if there was such a thing. "Look, I know that you don't consider yourself a person I go to for advice. . .but I think I might be gay. . .or at least bi."
His cold look melted instantly to one of empathy. Fuck. Stupid Kyle was able to make me feel guiltier than I already did. He just had to go and be all nice to me when I didn't deserve it. "Oh." he simply stated.
"Yeah, and I kind of need some advice."
"Who do you like?" he sighed, leaning back against the wall.
I looked at him incredulously, "How---"
Kyle rolled his eyes, "When you hang out around a bunch of girls who have nothing better to do than observe everyone around them and gossip you sort of learn how to pick up on things."
Wincing I tried to muster a smile. There was that damn guilt again. "Butters." I mouthed.
To his credit he didn't laugh or turn me away, instead he told me, "Okay. So what do you plan to do now?"
"Now?" I asked confused.
Kyle sighed. "Yes now. You see Butters everyday and it might eventually slip out. So you either have to tell him or try to confide in something like a journal until the crush passes. . .if it passes."
Burying my face in my hands I groaned, "This situation I'm in is hopeless."
"No it isn't. Listen I have to get back to lunch or else Wendy will pull up a search party, but if you need to talk to me again you know where I live." He replied softly, starting to leave.
"Wait!" Kyle paused and turned around. "Thanks. . .and I'm sorry about---"
Kyle immediately went rigid and just shook his head, "Don't even Kenny." He then stormed off and I sighed heading back to my table. Stan had moved to sit down next to Token and refused to look me in the eye. He didn't even make eye contact with me the whole day until school went out when he dragged me aside behind the building.
"What the fuck man?!" He spat at me, pinning me up against the wall.
"It's none of your business. I just needed some advice from Kyle, Stan."
"We made a silent pact that we would ignore him, you know that Kenny!" Stan growled at me, his voice cracking a bit near the end.
I gave him a hard glare, "No Stan, I'm not going to be a part of this whole 'shunning Kyle' thing any longer. I screwed up when I didn't speak up all those years ago. Do you really think all the other kids would have taken your side if they knew who you'd gotten the information from? I should have said something, but I didn't because I was jealous. Face it Stan: we were both assholes to him." My gaze softened a little as I tried to comfort him a bit, "Look, I know that was hard for you because Cartman was cunning. . .he hit you at a weak point and he's good at faking handwriting. Plus I don't think you ever really meant to stop being friends with Kyle, you just needed some time to cool off---"
"JUST SHUT UP!" Stan yelled fiercely letting go of my jacket and jamming his hands in his pockets. I winced. Apparently I had hit a little to close to home there. "I don't want to talk to you right now anymore Kenny." He then stomped off, obviously not attaining whatever sort of closure he was hoping to achieve by screaming at me.
I thought I could finally go home since I had to prepare for the party Token was throwing at seven, but then I was accosted once again, this time by Mercedes, Lexus, and Porsche. Mercedes was pissed, a sight I am not ashamed to say scared me, and she waved off her girlfriends so we could be alone for a little while.
"You tried to apologize to him!" she hissed.
"Hey I was just trying to thank him for being so nice, and I figured an apology---"
"No offense Kenny, but he doesn't want to hear the apology from you." Mercedes snapped. "You're screwing everything up McKormick, so get your ass in line and play nice with Kyle. Just let him help you and don't even bring up the incident unless he talks about it first, got it?!"
I cringed at the intensity of her words. Mercedes was not a violent girl. . .usually. But there was no doubt that she looked like she was ready to kill, and I was in the closest vicinity.
In defeat I raised up my two hands, "Okay, I'll back off. But what exactly am I screwing up?"
Like the bi-polar chick I suspected she was, Mercedes' mood quickly changed back to that of an innocent little girl. "Oh you'll find out in due time Kenny. Meanwhile you just have to play your role and not fuck up. This is your first warning. Now I've got to run Ken-doll, Wendy's throwing a massive sleep-over and punctuality really counts for things these days." She then skipped off to her two companions and together they walked off.
As I strolled home to prepare, I began to wonder if girls were just genetically programed to be confusing.
Kyle's POV:
"No."
"Aw, come on. . .please?"
"Bebe for the last time no!" I shouted at her exasperated. Wendy gave me a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder as she went back to preparing the basement for the party that was soon to happen. Bebe was supposed to be helping us, but instead she was spending her time pestering me about what Kenny had said.
"Kyleeeee!"
"Bee, if I was really going to tell you what Kenny said I would have done so when you first asked me three and a half hours ago during lunch." I retorted.
She seemed to ponder the logic in my statement before replying with a raspberry. Don't get me wrong here: Bebe was intelligent. It's just that when it came down to comebacks she could get rather childish. . .but I'm not one who should talk.
"Come on now Bebe, give the poor boy some rest. He seems so exhausted." Wendy chided, trying her best to not burst out into giggles at Bebe's five year old routine.
I sent her a withering glare and laid down on her basement couch, rubbing my temples methodically. I definitely sensed a migraine coming on. For her credit in the best friend category Wendy noticed this and told Bebe to hush so I could sleep. Not that I planned on actually falling asleep, but I suppose my eyelids were kind of droopy and. . . . . .
It was the tension that finally brought my gaze up from my book over to Wendy.
"Hey what's---oh." I said stiffly finally noticing the uncomfortable figure of Kenny McKormick.
"What do you want Kenny?" Bebe ordered coldly, although I could tell she was resisting the urge to make out with him. It was then I noticed that all the other girls were huddled around me in a protective sort of way, Wendy especially. Her shoulder was practically digging into my ribcage with the angle she had thrust herself in. This annoyed me somewhat. I was a big boy, and I could take care of myself. Besides it wasn't like Kenny was going to rape me or anything.
"Relax girls. He means no harm. . .this time." Mercedes interjected somewhat lightly. Instantly the hostility shrank and all the girls resumed their original relaxed positions. All except for Wendy of course, who made her move to protect me even more profound.
"I just need to talk to Kyle for a minute." he whispered staring down at his shoes before meeting my eyes.
There seemed to be a sort of desperation in them I didn't ever remember being there before, so I gave Wendy a 'knock-it-off' look, and she complied, albeit unhappily. "I won't be long." I promised before cocking my head towards the hallway. Standing up slowly I walked over there and waited. It took a few moments before Kenny finally came out.
Warily I fixed him with one of my coldest expressions. "What do you want Kenny?"
He gulped. "Look," he began, "I know you don't consider yourself someone I go to for advice. . .but I think I might be gay. . .or at least bi." Kenny concluded thoughtfully.
All at once my cool look melted. This was Kenny we were talking about and I could never stay mad at him, especially since he had always kept up his end of that one bargain. Besides, if he really was having a sexuality crisis I was pretty much the only person he could confide in. "Oh." I managed.
"Yeah, and I kind of need some advice."
There was something about the way that he worded that last statement that drew me to what I sighed out next, "Who do you like?"
"How---"
"When you hang out around a bunch of girls who have nothing better to do than observe everyone around them and gossip you sort of learn how to pick up on things." I replied. He flinched again at that. I supposed I made him feel a bit guilty for abandoning me, but that was his prerogative, not mine.
"Butters." Kenny mouthed.
That was a shocker, I thought sarcastically. Resisting the urge to rub my temples I continued with my assessment, "Okay. So what do you plan to do now?"
"Now?" he asked confused.
I couldn't help it, I sighed again."Yes now. You see Butters everyday and it might eventually slip out. So you either have to tell him or try to confide in something like a journal until the crush passes. . .if it passes."
Kenny buried his face in his hands and moaned. "This situation I'm in is hopeless."
"No it isn't. Listen I have to get back to lunch or else Wendy will pull up a search party," which was pretty much true, honestly at times she seemed like my mother, " but if you need to talk to me again you know where I live." Satisfied that our little encounter was over, I began to turn away.
"Wait!" I paused and turned around. "Thanks. . .and I'm sorry about---"
I immediately went rigid and just shook my head, "Don't even Kenny." Furiously I stormed back off into the cafeteria. He had NO right. No right to even think about apologizing for what he let him do to me.
"Ky, Ky, KY!" Wendy shouted, gripping my shoulders worriedly.
I tried to sit up straight in shock, but something held me back against a comfortable surface. Opening my eyes a fraction, I noticed that it was Wendy's sheets and lavender duvet bed cover that were holding me hostage. It was then that it hit me: I had been sleeping in Wendy's bed.
"What the hell am I doing up here?" I demanded, trying to twist free to no avail.
Wendy sighed and helped me shirk out of the covers. "Honestly Ky. It's six o'clock. All of the girls are here, and they're all on the cheerleading squad." She winced with me a bit. Suffice it to say Wendy and I were not the biggest fans of pep-rallies or cheerleading. "It's not hard to lift a light-weight guy like you up two stories when they can build a pyramid of each other."
Earnestly I shot her a scowl. Okay, I'll admit that 5"7" and a half! was kind of short for a guy, but I was sort of athletic. Just because I wasn't the best player when it came the sports didn't mean I was bad. Because really I wasn't, I was just pretty average. As for weight, well I won't even try to defend that.
"Whatever." I muttered, allowing myself to stretch out on top of the sheets.
Wendy sat down on her messy bed (courtesy of moi) and gave me a probing glance, "Ky. . .what did Kenny say to make you so. . .somber? Mercedes seems to know, but she won't tell me---and it's okay if you don't want to say so either. I just. . .want you to know that I'm here for you. You know that right?"
Her tone was soft, and her words were kind, but I'd made a silent promise to Kenny not to tell anyone about his sexuality. As for Mercedes, well she was up to something, but then again she was always up to something. "I can't Wendy, I made a promise to Kenny. All I can tell you is that I got mad at him because after we finished talking he tried to apologize." I replied warily.
Instantly Wendy groaned, "So? What's wrong with him admitting he was a complete dick to you?"
"Because he's not the one I want to hear it from!"
Before Wendy could press further on the matter, the doorbell rang and suddenly two girls were rushing up the stairs and into the room. Next thing I knew, Heidi and Red were dragging me down the steps and into the basement where all the other party guests had been waiting for me.
"Sorry to wake you up Ky, but we've been letting you sleep for two hours! And now that Red and Heidi are back from the video store we can get this party started!" Lexus squealed.
Sleep-overs with the girls were a lot of fun, but they were also pretty fucking scary. Especially when both Heidi and Red were PMSing, and Porsche was asking you how to pull open a door with the words 'push-in' written on it.
But the worst part was getting drafted into Truth or Dare. Always go for dare because let me tell you: girls get really nasty when it comes to the truth part. The girls all settled down (with the exception of Heidi and Red who were forcibly separated so Bitch Fight version 2.0 never became a reality) and Bebe launched off the game. Of course being Bebe, she started off her questioning with yours truly. Like I didn't see that one coming.
"Truth or Dare Kyle?" she asked sweetly. Too sweetly.
I snorted, "What do you think Sherlock? Dare of course."
Her grin was wicked, "Fine. I dare you to tell us what went down with Kenny."
The smirk was immediately wiped off my face. "That's a cop-out for truth!" I protested.
"So? You still have to answer. It's a dare." Bebe responded smugly.
"Oh leave him alone Bebe, he made a promise to Kenny." Mercedes intervened. She stood up and walked over to my bewildered form, and then yanked me up towards the upstairs. Wendy made a move to follow us but Bebe held her back.
Once we were alone in the living room I stared sharply at my 'savior', "What the hell are you planning Mercedes?!"
She said nothing for a little while, staring idly at her nails, before she finally spoke, "I don't know Kenny's secret, and to be perfectly honest I don't really give a rat's ass." Suddenly she gave me one of her soul-piercing looks that she was so famous for, and I felt an involuntary shiver race down my spine. "Are you truly happy Kyle?" she asked slowly, switching gears.
"Yes. . .?" I sputtered, perplexed at the sudden shift in the conversation's topic.
Mercedes looked at me carefully, "Don't lie to yourself Ky." And then she was gone, swooping deftly down the stairs, each lilting step she took seeming to be other-worldly.
Girls, I decided, were fucking crazy.
A Not-so-brief Author's Note:
I apologize profusely if I have made Stan seem like an asshole here, he isn't really. I won't dwell too much on that though because it will ruin the plot line. Cartman on the other hand is an asshole, but that mostly stems from jealousy at the strong bond Stan and Kyle had shared. So don't be too harsh on him. After all, he's only a fat, manipulative, racist, psychopath right? xD Now as for Mercedes. . .what can I say about her. That fanfiction Short Stories with Tragic Endings by Faery Goddess really made me look to Mercedes' as someone not to trifle with, someone to observant for their own good. Unfortunately I can't write from her perspective because it would definitely ruin the story. Since this is my first 'posted' fanfiction, I am a little nervous. Which is why even though I have a few other chapters written out, I won't post them just yet. Sorry for the random babbling here at the end, but thanks for taking the time to even read this.
One last thing: I have no idea yet if I should end up making the pairing Kyle x Stan, so views on that would be appreciated.
~Smurf (My friends give me the weirdest nicknames o.O")