Very short Style [Stan/Kyle] drabble because I began a couple months ago, and only last night decided to finish it.
Enjoy!
-insert cute and silly title that foreshadows-
Kyle sat before his bed crying. What he had seen had scared him senseless, and after his shock broke away, the simple fear of going near it overtook him and no he sat, crying alone in his room, avoiding the problem that could be solved so easily.
How? Kyle thought. How in the fucking universe did this happen!
A quiet knock on the door was heard and Kyle sniffled, not saying a word. The door opened quickly and Stan barreled in, tripping over his feet when he laid eyes on Kyle.
For a second they stared at each other, then suddenly Kyle was sobbing and Stan was running to him.
"What's wrong?" Stan asked, kneeling in front of Kyle, not sure exactly what to do.
"Oh Stan, oh Stan," was all Kyle repeated as he reached foreword and wrapped his arms around Stan. "It's terrible, it's so horrible, I can't believe it!" Kyle continued to cry as Stan awkwardly patted Kyle's back. "I wasn't expecting it, it scared me so much!"
"What did?" Stan asked quietly, peeling the boy away from his body. "What scared you? What's wrong?" Stan asked as anger boiled in his blood from his next thought. "Did someone hurt you?"
Kyle simply shook his head no and sniffed once more.
"Did you watch another scary movie?" Stan tried again.
"More horrifying than that," Kyle replied gripping onto Stan's shirt while trying to keep his shaking body steady.
"You found a bug?"
"No."
"You lost your homework?"
"No."
You didn't do your homework?"
"Stan, let's be serious."
"Ike caught you in the shower again?"
"No! Stan, just look in my trashcan and please get rid of them!" Kyle yelled, slapping Stan's shoulder and urging the boy to go.
'Them?' Stan thought, rubbing his shoulder on the way to the trashcan.
Stan nervously crept toward the bin, nudging it with his foot before standing over it to look inside.
Stan stared silently as he found the bin filled to the brim with banana peels.
"Isn't it horrible!" Kyle cried, crawling into a corner and holding his knees. "Please, just throw them away. And wash your hands!"
It wasn't until Stan walked back into Kyle's room, peels gone and hands clean, that he began to laugh furiously and fall to the floor in a fit.
"Stan? Stan, are you okay?" Kyle asked, tapping Stan's shaking shoulder. He put a finger to his lips in confusion as Stan rolled over to face Kyle, mouth open wide in a grim and tears streaming down his face.
"Kyle, I-" he laughs, "I love you so – HA- so much!"
Stan laughs some more, kissing a blushing Kyle on the cheek.
Yay! So that was just something fun that I was messing with. Hope you liked it.
R&R!
Btw…they never did find out who left the banana peels. Care to take a guess and explain why? (: