"Did you sleep with him?" I asked. Kenny glanced up at my but simply ignored me. "Did you fucking sleep with him!" I shouted. That stupid blonde but incredible hot moronic guy stood up shoving his hands in his the pocket of his hoodie.
"What does it matter to you, Kyle?" He asked.
"I- Why don't you answer my question first?"
"Alright maybe I did. I only slept with Stan because he wanted to and I had nothing better to do." For some reason what he said made me really angry. Not the fact that two of my best friends slept together but the fact it was Kenny.
"Nothing better to do? So whenever you're fucking bored you decide to just go and sleep with people!" I shout.
"Yeah maybe I do. Now why do you give a damn suddenly? Stay out of it Kyle, you're not my fucking mother." He snapped. Kenny slammed the front door and I stared out the window watching his retreating figure.
The phone began to ring and let out a frustrated cry. "Hello?" I snap harshly when I pick it up.
"Whoa dude calm down. You sound ready to kill somebody." Stan's voice said. I let out a growl.
"What you want to fuck me too?" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Stan's barely audible breath is the only thing I heard. The silence was eery and as I calmed down Stan finally answered.
"You . . . found out."
"Yeah I fucking found out."
"Who told you?" He asked.
"Cartman."
"And you actually believed that fat ass?"
"Well guess what Stan, that fucking fat ass was telling the fucking truth!" I shout.
"You're just jealous, aren't you?"
"Why the fuck would I be jealous?" I commanded to know.
"Because you like Kenny and don't even try to deny it! And do you want to know why I slept with Kenny? Because I want him but he wants you. That was the day he kissed you and you told him to get the fuck out of your house. That was the day you called him disgusting! He was angry and only slept with me because I was there. Now get your shit together and go to him!" Stan shouted. He slammed down his phone and the line went silence. I dropped the phone and punched the wall.
I ran out the front door and no matter how much it hurt I kept running. I ran and all I could see and hear was Kenny. How stupid could I be? Why was I lying to myself the whole time? How could I do that to Kenny? I got to his empty house and threw open the cheap front door. I froze outside of Kenny's room. I pushed open the door slowly.
There he lay. His blonde hair streaked with red. Pale skin tinted, barely glowing in the moon light. The glimmer of a blade shoved into his stomach. I fell to my knees at his side. I brought my hands to his face and cupped them on his cheeks. I pulled him into my lap and his eyelids fluttered open revealing his cloudy blue eyes.
"You stupid dumb ass." I whimpered. He weakly smiled.
"You came . . ." His voice cracked and felt drained of life.
"Of course I came! I love you! I fucking love you." I shouted. A tear slipped off my cheek and raced down his. With one hand he put it on the back of my neck pushing me forward as he lifted his head. Our lips met in a slow painful kiss.
"Kyle." He whispered. But his hand went limp and his lips parted from mine.
"No . . ." I pulled him up closer against myself, ignoring the red soaking through my jacket. "No, Kenny. Kenny! Don't die you moron! It hurts, you can't leave me . . . Just please, please come back tomorrow. I need you." I cried. I glanced down at his fragile face and let out a cry. Every time he dies, even knowing he'll be back tomorrow, it hurts. And all I can do is sit here and hold this lifeless body. "I love you, come back tomorrow."