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Stan's POV
He wasn't there. Kyle wasn't there.
Mr. Garrison had just walked into the classroom and the class fell silent.
"Let me take attendence, children." he stated. Instead of reading off our names like usual, he quickly skimmed through his clipboard. Something welled up inside me for his rushing. "Looks like everyone here except Kyle." he reported. He then placed down his clipboard and began to speak.
"Alright children," he started "now I want you to take out your poems you had to do last night." We did as he instructed. "Would anyone like to read their poems to the class?" The class was dead silent. "Come on children, I want at least one person to read." I was orignally gonna read to the class, but without Kyle, the action was futile.
Mr. Garrison started to get irritated. "If nobody is willing to read, then I'll have to pick one of you myself." he threatened. However, we all remained silent despite this. He remained silent for a minute. Finally, not wanting to wait anymore he finally went through with his threat. "Alright, looks like I'll have to select one of you bastards." He then took out his clipboard. I was really hoping he wouldn't pick me. My poem just wouldn't make sense without him. "Looks like our lucky poet is...Stan Marsh."
Fuck. "I can't!" I retorted. "I can't!" I realized what I said wasn't best. "Stanley! You are gonna get your ass up here and read your god damn poem!" he yelled.
Knowing further acts of retaliation wouldn't help, I got up and approached the front of the class. The fatass, Eric Cartman, gave me a glare as I walked up. When I reached the front, I took out my poem. I was extremely nervous, my heart was pounding, and I felt as if I was gonna die. I proceeded to start my poem. "You're my sweet-" I was suddenly cut off by a loud noise.
I quickly looked at the door and saw Kyle burst through it. He approached Mr. Garrison's desk panting and handed him a tardy slip.
"I'm...sorry...I'm...late...Mr...Garrison." he said tiredly. Mr. Garrison picked up the slip. "I understand you being late Kyle. But you didn't have to barge in and interrupt someone's presentation." he lectured "I know, and I'm sorry." Kyle apologized and made his way to his desk.
I was suddenly filled with confidence now that my true audience was there. I started over.
You're my sweet sunshine
that always fills my day.
You're my fine light
that always shines the way.
You're my love and pride
that makes me sleep at night.
You're my truth and trust
that makes sure that I am right.
I want to be with you always
you in my hand.
I want to show you my love
that will always stand.
I think about you everyday
I'd reckon you do the same.
There shall be harmony
right in your name.
I finished, placed it on Mr. Garrison's desk, and sat back down. There was no applause and no chanting. As I looked around at everyone's faces, I can easily conclude that no one really understood the poem. I looked at Mr. Garrison, who was shocked. I then looked at Kyle, who was clueless by the poem. I finally looked at Cartman, who had his hands to his mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. I then settled as Mr. Garrison carried on with class. I didn't really pay attention, as I was wondering whether or not he liked the poem, let alone understand it. As Mr. Garrison finished with the lesson, the bell rang. I filed out with the others. Cartman then whispered into my ear "You fags." I then stopped for a moment, and then continued. I was at the doorway when Mr. Garrison said "Um, Stanley. Could I talk to you for a minute?" Not wanting to make him angry, I approached his desk and took a seat. The room was empty.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked. Mr. Garrison looked at me for a minute, and then took out my poem. "Um, Stanley, it's about your poem. I noticed that you often included the words 'you' and 'I'. Do you know who 'I' is?" That was a joke question. "Well me, of course." I responded. "And do you know who 'you' is?" I couldn't tell him that I loved Kyle. " It can be anyone you want it to be." I lied. Mr. Garrison started growing concerned. "Well I think this might be," He then leaned in and whispered into my ear "Gay." I looked at Mr. Garrison and knew exactly what he was talking about. "Well what's wrong with that?" I responded. Mr. Garrison suddenly grew angry at me.
"What's wrong with it? WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?" he yelled. "You honestly believe that it's normal for a man to stick his dick into a guy's ass?" he retorted. I have to admit, I was partly confused with what he said. I was going to contradict when he continued. "Well it's not ok! Admitting you like it is gonna get you in serious trouble!" he then changed his tone. "Well Stanley, who is your little lover?" he demanded. I felt a lump in my throat. "I don't know." I lied. I thought that he would continue to retort until I spat it out. However he didn't bother, "Well you better cut the crap! Now get the hell out of my classroom!" I did as he said.
I knew now that I have read to Kyle, that it would be the right time to confess everything. Mr. Garrison is absolutley right. I am gay. I'm gay, and I'm proud.
I quickly decided that lunch will be the best time to do so. So until then, I refused to make any interactions with him. During gym, I didn't pick him to be on my team in dodgeball. In history, I didn't pair up with him for the group assignment. I didn't even talk to him in the hall. I just had to make it to lunch.
Lunch has finally arrived and I was the first one in the cafeteria. I usually would stand with Kyle in the lunch line, but today I packed my own lunch and sat at a table in the corner. Kyle and the others went to the lunch line and sat at the usual table. They seemed to not mind my absence, except for Kyle of course, who although was talking, didn't seem like he was interested. I then approached the table and told him. "I want to talk to you outside." Kyle obeyed and followed me outside into the hallway.
"What's going on?" he asked nervously. "You haven't talked to me all day!" I knew that I had been a little cruel to him. "You know that poem I read this morning?" I asked him. "Yeah, it just seemed like a bunch of metaphorical and crap." he replied. "Well, to be honest," I started "I wrote it about you."
Kyle seemed a little shocked. "What?" he said shockingly. "Kyle, I know this seems wrong but...I love you!" I confessed. There, it was out there. I waited nervously as he absorbed what I said. After a minute, he responded "Stan...I love you too!" I was suddenly relieved by this. And we then hugged each other. "I was worried that you wouldn't love me back." I stated. "Are you kidding?" he replied "What would make you think that?" I wasn't sure exactly. We then walked back into the cafeteria.
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