Sorry about the crappy summary, I actually had one written out, but after typing it all I realized that it gave away the first couple chapters and had to change to the current one =.=
Disclaimer~ I do not own, nor do I wish to own. South Park is beautiful the way it is.
Rated M for obvious reasons: Blah blah blah yaoi, blah blah blah language, blah blah blah sexuality, blah blah blah other shit.
Enjoy ^^
White clouds of breath filled the air between the two boys standing next to the frozen pond. Each waited with their hands in their jacket pockets and their necks scrunched into the fluff of fitted winter coats for the other to speak.
It had been years since the two had last visited Stark's Pond. Big Gay Al opened a Big Gay skating rink a couple years earlier and now the pond was rarely visited by any of the teens in South Park, excluding those few who used it as a drug drop off point.
Stan looked at Kyle with nervous eyes, the already slim teen seemed so small and defenseless hunched into himself for the simple necessary of warmth.
"Stan," the red head started, visibly shivering in the cold December air, "What did you want to talk about that we had to come all the way out here for?"
Stan bit his lip at the others inquiry, he had told himself he was prepared for this, but he wasn't too sure anymore.
The other moved closer, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Is everything okay, you've been acting weird for a while and just now it looked like you were struggling with something. I'm worried about you Stan."
"Kyle," he breathed out from behind the lip his teeth had latched onto. "I'm not sure..."
The Jew cut him off, "Please, Stan, just tell me. I don't like it when you're like this."
Stan closed his eyes tightly for a moment, preparing himself for disappointment, before opening them and looking into the other's green eyes. "Kyle I...I love you"
He chuckled at a bit at the other's comment, "I love you too dude, now what's bothering you? You haven't started drinking again have you?"
"No, um," Stan began, annoyed, "I like…" he bit into his lip more and his forehead scrunched in thought.
"Is everything all right at home? I know things are rough with the divorce, but I don't mind talking about…" Kyle's words trailed off as he feel two warm arms wrap around his being.
He paused for a moment, taking a moment to process what was happening, "Stan wha…" he began to ask, but his words were stopped by a pair of chapped lips against his own.
He looked up to his friend after the rough mouth left his own. It had lasted less than a couple seconds, yet he had felt something stir inside him. He wasn't sure what that feeling was, not disgust or confusion or even anger, but more like a giddiness.
Stan looked away from Kyle, not wanting to answer the question held within the other's emerald eyes.
"Stan?" he asked, the black haired's arms still wrapped firmly around his torso.
There was no response from the other and Kyle pulled himself away from the warmth of the others embrace.
He looked Stan over, the black hair hung limp over the others eyes and his back was hunched in defeat.
"Please just say something," The smaller whispered.
"Say what Kyle? SAY WHAT?" Kyle flinched at the last words, as tears began to fall from the others eyes "Just tell me how disgusted you are with me, how much you hate me, so I can just get on with my life."
He stared at the other, the words sinking in slowly, "I'm not angry, I'm not upset or disgusted."
"Then what are you?" Stan asked quietly, the question's silence contrasting against the previous yell.
"Well," Kyle began, "I'm not exactly straight."
Stan's eyes grew widened at the comment, the tears slowing, and he looked at the other, his appearance of defeat replaced by hope, "You're not?"
"Not really, I experimented with Kenny back in sixth grade. He's a great friend really, I told him I was bi-curious and he was okay with doing some stuff no strings attached, though I think he's been trying to get into my pants ever since I told him I was into guys..."
Kyle grinned a bit as the other's jaw fell open at his tale.
"Why-why didn't you ever tell me dude?" Stan asked quietly a thought wandering across his mind, causing his hope to falter.
"It's not like I wouldn't have told you, but you never asked and it didn't seem to have anything to do with you-you being with Wendy and all..." Kyle trailed off the last sentence, a silence spreading over the lake.
Kyle walked over to the lakes edge, kicking snow onto the frozen water, "You know, It's not like I didn't like it." he said to his friend, "The kiss I mean. Would it really be much of a stretch if we started dating? We already spend everyday together, sleep in each other's beds, eat after each other. People've been calling us fags for years."
"So...did you just say you want to go out with me?" Stan asked, excitement flooding his voice.
"I don't know dude." Kyle began, turning around to face the other, a goofy grin on his face, "I guess I did."
So, that's the prologue, hope you all enjoyed. Please leave your comments...please, they are my dinner...So, until the next chapter, have a good day. ^^
