Title: My Only
Author: Lacey
Rating: T
Characters: Kyle, Stan, ChristopheKyle mentioned and essential to plot
Summary: Kyle is sick of Stan walking all over his relationship with Christophe.
Warnings: Stan POV, sadness
AN: Inspiration for this was "My Only by Goodnight Nurse. I don't like Style, but Stan does. :3
"What's wrong, Kyle?" I can't believe he's just storming off like this. We were at one of Kenny's soccer games talking, when Christophe called. Of course, Kyle ignored me and I began to rant about it as soon as my friend was off the phone. I told him my real opinion on Christophe, and he suddenly went off on me as loud as he could. (Kyle, your mother is showing." And then he stormed off. I've been following him for a few blocks, now, and he just keeps turning sharp corners and cutting through yards. His cell is on, I can see it shining, and he's probably calling that French basterd to come pick him up.
When I see my opening, I tackle him and pin him to someone's front yard. "Kyle! What happened to us? Seriously. I've put up with you bad-mouthing Wendy!" I don't really want to admit it out loud, but it's true.
"Yeah, but you aren't getting married to her, are you?" He spits acid and I blink. The words take a while to sink in and I just sit there dumbly, the cold leaving me unaffected. Finally, words formed on my lips and left my throat before I really thought about them.
"Kyle, you can't get a civil partnership in Colorado." He growls and pounces on me, this time pinning me to the snowy yard. I can't think of anything but how the elderly couple in the window must be belittling us. Then I pick up on what he's saying to me in a low snarl.
"--France, Asshole."
"Huh?" I squeak, blinking. He sighs exasperatedly.
"When I graduate, I'm going with him to France. That's where we'll be married." My heart sinks out my back, burns a hole through my jacket, and wears a bloody hole into the snow. I feel myself wince and shake a little, and look up into those fiery green eyes. I've never seen them so full of hatred towards me. This is when I realize that I've really messed up. That one moment changed everything, and now I feel my actions are destroying me. Deep down, I know that being too nervous to tell Kyle how I felt before all this was the biggest mistake of my life.
"B-but...Kyle..." He hasn't breathed a word of this to me until now. Maybe this was why he had been so excited to tell Kenny and I about 'something' after the game. I feel tears rolling in droves down my face about the time I hear the thundering of Christophe's jeep. Kyle gets off me and heads spitefully towards it. He turned his hand and a small flame of hope ignites in my heart. It is briskly blown out when he speaks.
"I'm done, Stan." And with that, he got in and they drove off, leaving me heartbroken in the snow.
AN: Okay, so...yeah. :3 Done, now, sadness gone.