Cartman and Kyle were arguing, again. This time fire was involved, which was cause for me and Kenny to be alarmed. Cartman picked up a stick that was ablaze on one end and waved it dangerously close to Kyle's face. "Be careful what you say, or I'll have to burn you like the Jew you are."
"You wouldn't dare, fatass!" Kyle retorted, though I swore I saw a look of worry crash across his face.
Kenny decided it was time to intervene and took the liberty off kicking the stick out of Cartman's hand. I couldn't even remember what they were fighting about in the first place; or why we thought building a fire was a good idea.
I had came up with the idea for all of us to hang out at Stark's Pond, Kyle had gotten everyone to agree to it (he had bribed Cartman with a potpie). Then Kenny suggested we build a fire to celebrate the last few days before we had to return to school. I'm surprised we hadn't gotten in trouble for having an open flame out near the pond. I guess we were surrounded by forest, but there was still the smoke to think about.
Last time we had been here we were about ten. I guess some things had changed since then, like Cartman had thinned out slightly, now he was just bigger and not morbidly obese. Kyle had gotten taller and wore sweater vests a lot. And I mean a lot. Kenny had down graded his parka for an orange sweatshirt and had taken up smoking as a favorite pastime. None of us were sure how he got the money though, Cartman figured he just stole them.
A lot of things had stayed the same too. We still all had our stupid hats. Kenny still randomly disappeared, seriously though, where the fuck did he go? Cartman and Kyle still fought everyday. I was still dating Wendy, even though things had been chillingly off with her lately. I guess some things never change.
After Kenny had pulled Cartman and Kyle apart, Kyle came and flopped down onto the grass next to me groaning. "How come he's always such a fucking asshole? I can't believe we still put up with his shit."
I glanced at Kyle, meeting his gaze and holding it a little longer than intended. "I don't know." I answered simply.
Cartman came over and sat down on the other side of the fire. He looked pissed off, he always looked generally pissed off. Kenny sat next to him and lit up a smoke. There was a heavy silence that followed.
"Look what I got you guys." I said grabbing a bag of marshmallows. I figured it would lighten the mood, this was supposed to be a celebration after all. August was the last tolerable month before the weather went to complete shit. Soon everything would be covered in blankets of snow.
We found sticks and all roasted the marshmallows. They were pretty good. The tension was broken by me and Kenny talking, Kyle and Cartman just interjected sometimes.
"I can't believe it's going to snow soon." Kyle said eventually.
"But then we can go sledding. Remember when we used to race the girls?" Kenny asked as he chomped down on his seventh marshmallow.
"Those fucking bitches always cheated." Cartman sneered.
"Obviously." Kyle agreed. I laughed, it was surprising that Kyle and Cartman agreed on something for once.
"Yeah but it was still fun." I argued, reaching over and grabbing the marshmallows.
"Look at us now. We're a couple of shit-faced losers." Cartman said bitterly. Cartman had lost his edge in recent years. He hadn't done anything too big. In fact I couldn't think of the last time Cartman pulled some ridiculous stunt. "At least we still have someone poor as fuck, a damn hippie, and a Jew."
I guess that was how Cartman showed he cared.
"And you're still a fatass." Kenny deadpanned.
Kyle grabbed the bag of marshmallows for me and looked at it for a moment. "Stan since you gave us these they're more like Marsh-mellows." Kyle said and then giggled, which quickly turned to a laugh as I joined in.
"Fuckin' gold." Kenny laughed along with us. I even thought I heard Cartman chuckle.
After that we put out the fire and started to go home, it was getting dark and chilly. I had given Kenny the bag of marshmallows because he seemed to really like them and I didn't need all that sugar temping me.
Kyle and I walked towards our houses together.
"Dude, school starts in a week, isn't that insane?" I asked Kyle as I slipped my hands into the pocket of my sweatshirt.
"I know, I'm so excited." Kyle beamed, "I've already got a lot of stuff planned. I've figured out the fastest way to get to my classes because there's no way in hell in going to be late the first week of school. I miss everyone too."
Kyle loved school, sometimes it was a little scary. "You're a fucking nerd, Kyle." I pointed out, I think he already knew this. He was wearing a sweater vest, all that he needed to top off his look was a big pair of glasses.
Kyle grinned and looked at me. "Dude, I fucking know. The only class I'm not looking forward to is foods."
I groaned at the mention of that class. "How did we even end up in that class?"
Kenny and Cartman ended up in it too. The thought of any of us being in the kitchen was scary enough to make anyone with half a brain run away. I already had visions of us burning down the school. "I don't know, it'll sure be something."
"I'm sure it won't be to bad. Unless Cartman is a complete dick, but I'm sure he will be anyways." Kyle said as we got to the front of his house. "Wanna stay for dinner?" I nodded and we walked up the driveway and in to his house.
Kyle's house was always warm inside. It also smelled like fall, the best part of fall too, the part that reminded you of warm sweaters and colorful leaves.
Inside the living room Ike sat on the couch, very interested in Terrance and Phillip. Ike was in the Terrance and Phillip phase of his life.
It was annoying as fuck.
I couldn't believe I went through that phase. It made me want to apologize to everyone I talked to as a child. "Moms going to scalp you for watching that show." Kyle informed Ike as he slipped off his jacket and hat.
"Shut the hell up Kyle, you're an asshole." Ike said, not even looking away from the tv. Ike reminded me of us when we were nine, maybe all nine year old's acted like this.
"Whatever." Kyle walked behind the couch and stared at the tv. "This shows so stupid, but it's still fucking funny."
I walked over next to him and laughed. "True, it brings back memories." The episode playing was the one where Terrance had to get an ass transplant from Phillip. I was surprised that they still played the old episodes (I was also surprised that it hadn't been taken off the air).
We all watched as Terrance got his ass operated on. Looking back I could see why our parents didn't want us watching it. Was it even a kids show?
We heard the sound of the garage door opening and Ike scrambled to grab the remote and change the channel. He put it on some PBS nature special or some shit.
Mrs. Broflovski walked in a few seconds later and glanced at all of us standing in the living room watching this random ass nature show. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "I can't believe that this day has come; My boys watching a nature program."
"What did you expect us to be watching?" Ike asked sweetly and innocently. I think he could be an actor, that sneaky little bastard.
"I figured you'd be watching that one show with lots of toilet humor. What was it again? Terry and Phil?"
"It's not called Terry and Phil mom." Kyle said, I figured he would always defend Terrance and Phillip. It was his childhood after all. Mrs Broflovski dismissed it with a wave of her hand as she entered the kitchen.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Ike mumbled as he slouched down into the couch and flipped through the tv channels.
Kyle walked into the kitchen and I followed. "Can Stan stay for dinner?"
"Of course he can, Bubbie." That nickname was weird. It was always fucking weird. Kyle cringed slightly at the nickname, then he guided me upstairs to his room.
"I can't believe your mom still calls you Bubbie." I teased as I went to sit on the chair at his desk.
"Do you want to get her to stop, Stan?" Kyle raised his eyebrows.
"No dude, Jesus Christ your mom scares the shit out of me." I answered. It was true, she gave me the creeps.
Kyle took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. I was happy he had grown out of his Jew-fro. Now his hair was like little ringlets of marmalade. It framed his face and I though his hair was pretty. There was no other way to describe it, Kyle's hair was fucking pretty. Too bad he always kept it under his hat. I guess I was guilty of keeping my hair under a hat too.
"She scares me too dude. Why the hell do you think I still let her call me that?" Kyle flopped down on his bed and looked at me. "You're damn lucky to not have a stupid nickname."
I laughed, "Of course I am!" I spun around in the chair as he laughed too. I stopped with my back facing Kyle and looked at the contents of his desk. Kyle was so organized, I envied him. His desk was almost as organized as his life. My life (and desk, and room, etc...) looked like a shit storm had destroyed everything. I noticed that he had a Terrance and Phillip alarm clock. "Why is your alarm clock over here?"
"It forces me to get up to turn it off. By then I'm already awake." Kyle laughed slightly as I turned back to face him.
"That's a good idea, maybe if I did that I wouldn't be late to school all the time." My parents didn't care enough to make me go to school. Ever since Shelly moved out I didn't have a rude awakening every morning. It was hard to get up for school.
"You're late a lot." Kyle commented, I nodded in agreement. A few moments of silence passed between us. "How are you and Wendy doing?"
I shrugged, "The same I guess. I think she might be mad at me." I glanced around Kyle's room and my gaze settled on his closet, which was half way open. Inside there seemed to be an array of different colored sweater vests.
"For what?" Kyle asked, sitting up and looking at me.
"Well I don't exactly remember. I think it had something to do with how I don't spend enough time with her." I hadn't been spending enough time with her. She told me I spent too much time with Kyle, she wanted me to stop hanging out with him. I couldn't do that though. Kyle's friendship meant more than whatever me and Wendy had.
"Why don't you just break up with her? I mean you two obviously aren't happy. Wouldn't it be better for you two to see other people?" I looked at Kyle and he looked back.
"What the hell dude? I like Wendy- no wait, I love Wendy. I couldn't just dump her like she's some side chick." It was true, I did love Wendy. We were just in a fight at the moment, that's all.
Kyle sighed in annoyance. "Dude I'm worried about you. This relationship isn't good for your health."
"Why would you say that?"
"You're stressed. Plus when you're fighting you get pissy with everyone else and it's annoying as fuck. You're even annoying Cartman dude. Do you know how hard that is to do?" Kyle got quieter and looked away, "Sorry." he mumbled.
I thought about it for a minute. I guess I had been kind of mad. I sighed and ran a hand under my hat and through my hair. "I guess I have been sort of a bitch. I'm trying to work things out Kye. Me, her, Bebe and Kenny are all going to the mall together tomorrow. It'll all work out."
I could've swore I saw a flash of sadness cross Kyle's face. "That'll be good. I'm glad things are going to work out." It seemed a bit forced. Kyle's mood seemed to have shifted.
Another, less comfortable, silence passed between us.
I stood up and walked over to Kyle's closet grabbing a blue sweater best out. "I could wear sweater vests."
"You could, but don't." Kyle said smiling at me. "It wouldn't work on you."
"Wow. I am offended." I laughed and rehung the sweater vest. Sweater vests work on Kyle. He was tall and lanky, almost to the point it was awkward, but not quite. I always thought that I would be taller, but I only grew to five foot eight. Kyle was a solid six feet. I turned out to be the shortest in our group. Kenny was taller than me by half an inch, that bastard. Even Wendy complained about my height because she was taller than me when she wore heels. There wasn't much I could do about it though.
Maybe sweater vests only looked good on tall, lanky people.
"You should wear your hat less often." I said, turning to look at him.
"You should too." Kyle laughed and stood up walking over to me and taking off my hat. "I like your hair."
"Thanks." I ran a hand through my hair and smiled brightly. "Let's both not wear our hats on the first day of school."
"That would throw everyone off." Kyle smiled. He had a sweet smile. Kyle always smells like spices, or kind of like a candle store. It's probably because his mom was insistent that they have at least one candle in every room of the house.
I liked it though, it was comforting.
"Come down and eat dinner boys!" Mrs. Broflovski called up to us. We walked downstairs and joined Ike, Mr. Broflovski, and Mrs. Broflovski at the dinner table.
Ike sat slouched in his chair as we began to eat. He mostly just picked at his food. Kyle's family was a pretty normal family. A bitchy mom, a prick of a little brother, and a dad that worked most of the time. I guess my family was pretty average too.
"I don't want to fucking eat!" Ike groaned.
"What-what-what? Language please Ike. Where did you learn to talk like that?" Asked Mrs. Broflovski, she shot a glanced in her husbands direction.
"From Kyle." Ike answered, then he crammed his mouth full of broccoli.
Mrs. Broflovski changed her gaze from Gerald to Kyle. "Kyle," her voice warned.
"It wasn't me dude!" Kyle said defensively. It probably was him, or me. It could've been Kenny too. Kenny liked to 'teach' Ike about things, like sex and swearing. At one point he convinced Ike that being a pimp was the best career option for him. I wonder what Karen's life was like, I bet she was very 'educated'. At least about Kenny's values.
"Kyle Broflovski if you keep swearing around Ike you are going to be in big trouble young man." Mrs. Broflovski warned.
Kyle sighed in defeat as Ike gave him a smug look from across the table. "I'm sorry mom."
"Good boy, I don't want you two to grow up as delinquents, like Eric Cartman. Stan is a good kid though, I'm not so sure about Kenny. His disappearances are kind of mysterious."
I was happy that Mrs. Broflovski thought that I was a good kid, even though I was sixteen, which was hardly a kid.
"My friends are fine." Kyle said as he ate quietly.
"I'm sure that Stan will help you make the right choices." Mrs. Broflovski smiled at me, I returned the smile.
"What did you boys do today?" Asked Mr. Broflovski, changing the subject.
"We hung out at Stark's Pond all afternoon." I replied.
"We built a fire." Kyle added.
"What? Why didn't you let me come hang out with you? I was stuck at home watching ter- Jesus and Pals all day!" Ike complained.
Mrs. Broflovski sighed in exasperation. "I knew you were watching that show. Gerald we need to put a stop to this."
"I'm sure that Ike will stop watching it Sheila. Right, Ike?" Mr. Broflovski asked in a expectant voice.
"I won't watch it anymore dad." Ike said pushing his chair away from the table. "I'm finished." He said taking his dishes over to the sink and putting his dishes in it.
Gerald was usually pretty laid back. I think him and Sheila balanced each other out. After I finished I figured I should head home because it was starting to get dark. I said bye to everyone before I started to walk back to my house.
The sun was just about to set and it was starting to get cool. I put my hands in the pockets of my sweatshirt to keep the from freezing and falling off. Why was South Park so damn cold?
When I got home I was greeted by Sparky. Sparky was old, he was about eleven. His dark brown fur was starting to gray around his ears and muzzle. I scratched behind his ears and he wagged his tail happily.
"Stanley is that you?" Asked my mother, "Where've you been?"
"I was at Kyle's. Sorry I forgot to tell you I was going there." I said looking at her, she looked tired.
"It's alright. As long as you're safe." She smiled, it made the corners of her eyes crinkle.
I took off my hat and ran my hand through my hair. "I think I might need a hair cut." My mom nodded in agreement.
My phone started ringing in my pocket, it was Wendy. My mom left the room as I answered. "Hey Wendy." I started walking up to my room.
"Hey Stan, are we still on for the mall tomorrow?"
"Of course." I closed the door to my room and laid down on my bed. "How was your day?"
"It was good. I hung out with Bebe all day. She got a tattoo. One of the weird quiet kids had a tattoo gun and she payed him." Wendy said, I could almost hear her smile through the phone. "It's a tramp stamp of a heart."
I laughed, I wasn't even surprised. "Was she happy with it?"
"Of course she was. She wanted me to get one but I told her I didn't want something on my body forever." Wendy's laugh floated through the phone. It was light like a feather in the wind.
We talked about Bebe's tattoo for a few more minutes. I was happy the subject matter was staying light. I hoped Wendy wouldn't mention Kyle, unfortunately she did.
"Did you hang out with Kyle today?" She asked. She only asked about Kyle, she didn't care if I hung out with Cartman or Kenny (even if hanging out with them meant I got in more trouble).
"You're being a prick about this." I groaned, "Kye is my super best friend, Wendy, I can't just ditch him. That would be like you ditching Bebe."
Wendy sighed in frustration, "You even have a nickname for him? Why don't you have a nickname for me Stan?"
"I don't know, it's just a habit." I didn't want to deal with Wendy's bitchy mood swings at the moment. Why did it matter if I had a nickname for Kyle? It was just a shortened version of his name. It's not different than everyone calling me Stan instead of Stanley. Why was Wendy losing her shit over this small matter?
"Whatever Stan. I have to go help my mom with something or other. See you tomorrow." She hung up without saying anything else. She had totally just blew me off. Maybe I was being rude- no I was just hanging out with my friend.
There was a clink on my window and it made me jump. "Holy shit." I mumbled as I stood up and walked to window, opening it. I was greeted by Kenny standing on a ladder right outside of my window.
"Dude I'm coming into your house." Kenny grinned, he jumped through the window and almost fell on me in the process.
"What the hell?" I asked, closing the window. "You could've knocked like a normal person instead of just breaking in like a freak show."
"I didn't want to knock, that's too easy." Kenny said making himself comfy on my bed. "I had to run away from home."
"What about Karen?" I asked, I was annoyed that he just came in here and acted like he owned the place.
"I sent her over to Ruby's. You know? Craig's little sister. Our dad was to drunk to function, I wanted to get out before things got too bad."
I guess I felt bad for him because I agreed to let him stay.
My dad burst through the door and looked at me and Kenny. "What is Kenny doing here?"
"Jesus Christ dad! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Why did everyone just decide to hang out in my room?
"Have you been hiding him in your room this whole time? Have you two been making out?" My dad asked. I swear to god he's so stupid sometimes.
"Of course. Me and Stan are dating." Kenny said in a heavily sarcastic voice. Him and my dad laughed, "I'm staying the night."
"Just don't get to carried away." My dad said winking suggestively.
"Oh my fucking God." I sighed and shook my head. Eventually my dad left and Kenny had stolen some of my pajama's because I told him I wasn't sleeping in the same room as him if he was just wearing boxers.
"So what's been up dude?" Kenny asked causally as he sat on my bed.
"We I just talked to Wendy for awhile, I think she's still upset with me." I sat on the floor and looked around my room. It was pretty messy considering it had been two weeks since I'd cleaned it. My clothes were everywhere.
"What she mad about this time?" Kenny asked, he laid back on my bed and closed his eyes.
"She's mad because I spend too much time with Kyle." I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
Kenny started cackling with laughter. "Dude you two are so far in the closet that you're back with the Mc Hammer pants. She's obviously jealous. Besides, I think lots of people think you and Kyle have a thing."
"What? Why would you say that?" I asked, Kenny had sparked my curiosity.
"Well you two do hang out a ton. Like, a shit-ton. I don't know. I'm tired I can't think of any examples. Let's just say she's worried about you and Kyle."
"I'm not gay dude." Was Kyle gay? I didn't think he was. Except one time he pointed out that Craig Tucker was cute without his hat on. That didn't make him gay, right? I think he would've told me if he was. Then again, Kyle being gay could be possible.
"Sure, that's what they all say." Kenny said waving his hand. Then he rolled on his side to face the wall.
I thought about this for a moment. Just because I liked to hang out with Kyle a lot more than anyone else didn't mean I had a crush on him, did it?
No.
Hanging out with Wendy was different. I knew I liked Wendy- loved her. When I was with her I felt fluttery my and warm inside.
When I was with Kyle it was different. I felt comfortable with Kyle, sometimes with Wendy that was a different story. There was no pressure when I hung out with Kyle. I wasn't expected to do anything romantic or shit. I was happy with Kyle, we were best friends. I didn't get that fluttering feeling when I was with Kyle.
I loved Kyle, I was in love with Wendy.
Then again, dating Kyle would probably be easier than dating Wendy. Kyle was attractive too, at least the girls thought so. I had never really payed attention to Kyle or thought about this. I decided that Kyle was pretty attractive. That didn't make me gay right? Or bi or whatever. I didn't want to like guys. I couldn't like guys.
I still couldn't figured out why Wendy was mad at me. Maybe I had been ignoring her lately and not noticing it. I guess I would have to spend more time with her, also maybe make up a nickname.
"Hey Kenny?" I asked, looking at him. He was already passed out. Kenny was a heavy sleeper. I think it was because he hardly got any sleep because of his annoying as hell family.
I stood up and looked at Kenny sleeping in my bed. As far as I knew Kenny was bisexual. He told me that 'Anything with holes was good for fucking' after he had a little fling with Clyde Donavan. Clyde's parents weren't to happy about their son being gay so they sent him away to a straight camp or something. He came back and was really quiet.
I sighed because Kenny was sleeping in my bed. I grabbed a pillow I had laying on my floor and went downstairs to sleep on the couch. I didn't mind sleeping on the couch.
I threw the pillow on the couch and went to go search for a blanket in the closet. After I'd found the perfect one I went and laid down in the couch. Soon I drifted into sleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night with my heart pounding and a boner.
I was having a dream about Kyle. More specifically Kyle fucking me. Kyle fucking me. I seemed to have liked it too. I groaned softly because now I had a hard on and I couldn't jerk off because I was in the living room (My dad liked to often come downstairs to get snacks).
I was just over thinking this. The dream meant nothing.
Nothing at all.
It was just the was his fingers were tangled in my hair. And how beautiful he looked with his whole body dusted in freckles. Also the way he was kissing me- and, oh my god, his voice was husky and, fuck.
I really had to jack off now. I went to the bathroom and tried to think about other things, but Kyle kept drifting back into my mind. I never thought my life would come to this.
Jerking off in the middle of the night to Kyle Broflovski.
I came into my hand and the washed it off. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what was up with me today. Maybe it was just an off day. I was tired and overthinking.
I returned to my spot on the couch and flipped through the channels to find something to take my mind off things. The only think on at this hour was Terrance and Phillip so I decided to watch that. The show was mind meltingly stupid.
I laid back down and watched it. I actually focused on the show to get my mind off everything else. I closed my eyes and fell asleep for the second time to the sound of Terrance and Phillips rhythmic farting.
A/N Hey I'm new to and am still getting the hang of formatting everything, updates may be slow until I get the hang of it. Comments and criticisms are always welcome, thanks for reading. Stay tuned for more~ ^-^