Stan POV
I walked through the deserted street, heading for the empty alley that Kyle and I would often meet at. It was close to midnight, I assumed. I flinched slightly as a painfully cold breeze swept near my face.
The sound of my footsteps echoed throughout the night. I pulled out my phone quickly, re-reading Kyle's messages.
Kyle:
Meet me at the alley? I needa talk to you.
It had been almost ten minutes since that text was sent. I decided to tell him I was almost there, so I typed out another message.
Hey, you're still there right? I'm close by.
I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and walked a little faster, eager to see my boyfriend.
Kyle:
Yeah. Hurry up, dork.
I smiled at that, and put my phone back into my pocket- knowing that a response wasn't necessary since the alley was nearby.
I jogged the last few blocks, finally coming to a stop when the familiar road sign pointed to a dim-lighted alley.
I spotted Kyle's vibrant green ushanka, and immediately started to walk toward him. He was seated on the floor, his legs spread out in front of him.
"Kyle."
He looked up for a second and muttered a small greeting in response. He picked up a pebble and threw it straight ahead, hitting a large metal garbage can. I walked in front of him.
"Are you okay?"
"No." He said, picking up another pebble and inspecting it. "Obviously."
"What did you need to talk to me about?" I said slowly, my gut twisting. "Are you bre-"
"No." He said with a humorless laugh. His eyes finally came up to meet mine. "They know. Everyone knows, Stan."
I furrowed my eyebrows, not quite getting what he meant. "Knows what?"
"That we're dating." He replied, his tone filled with no emotion. "Or at least, everyone will know soon."
"I'm confused." I said, sitting in the spot beside him.
"Kenny accidentally let it slip to Cartman. While I was walking home, Cartman told me he'd already told most of the school and most of the adults that work around the school. By tomorrow, I bet everyone will know that we're closer then we should be." He sighed as he threw the pebble that was sitting in his hands.
I always thought coming out would be a good thing- not gloomy and depressing. Though, I'd also thought that we'd be able to make ourselves public; I should've known that Cartman would've been the one to reveal it all.
"Well," I said, gently taking his hand and intertwining our fingers. I slowly started to stroke his hand with my thumb, attempting to soothe him. When he didn't reject my gesture, I scooted closer. He rested his head on my shoulder, and I took that as a hint to go on. "If it makes you feel any better, I think most people already know. I mean, we're fifteen- almost sixteen, and we still have 'sleepovers'."
He chuckled at that. "We don't have 'sleepovers'."
"You know what I mean." I smiled.
His smile slowly faded. He sat up from his previous slouched position and faced me, our hands still laced together. "Our parents will find out." He said, a fearful expression coating his face. I shrugged and when his expression didn't fade, I sighed.
"Listen, even if my parents don't approve, I'm not going to break up with you. I'm not sure if your parents will let you see me though..." I trailed off, letting my eyes focus on our joined hands.
"That's the problem." He murmured, which drew my attention. I looked up, only to see that his head was down. "They don't have much against gays; but I know they wouldn't like it if their son came out as a homosexual. They'll never look at me the same! They- they won't let me date you. I doubt they'll even let me out of the house. I won't be able to ever see you aga-"
I cut him off by softly pressing my lips to his. After a few seconds, I pulled away and squeezed his hand for reassurance. Just as I broke the kiss, he used his free hand to cup my cheek and once again joined our lips. It lasted for a while, but eventually we pulled apart. He leaned his forehead against mine.
"If worse comes to worse, we'll run away together- yeah?" I suggested, grinning as I pressed a light kiss to his nose.
He laughed and I shifted so he could sit on my lap. "I'd love that."
"How about we go somewhere busy and loud- like California? Or perhaps somewhere peaceful and quiet?"
Kyle's eyes fluttered shut. "We'll get an apartment in the city, or a cabin in a forest or something." He laughed again and opened his eyes. "If only it was that easy to escape."
"Hey-" I said, drawing my forehead back and lifting his chin. "It will be easy." I said as he ran his hands through my hair. "We could go right now for all I care."
He grinned and wrapped his arms around my neck. Our lips connected for the third time that night. The kiss was short, but I have to admit it was one of our most romantic ones.
"I guess we'll just have to see how tomorrow goes." He whispered.
"I guess so." I said, also whispering. "It'll be okay."
"I love you, Stan." He said after a while.
"I love you too, Kyle." I smiled, sighing contently.
We sat there for a few more minutes until he spoke up.
"I'm scared of wild animals so we can't live in a forest." He said, touching my nose with his. "But I also can't sleep with a bunch of noise, so we can't live in the city."
"Then we'll just live somewhere in between." I grinned.
A/N:
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park and/or its characters.
sOOoooOoOoOoo I've had this idea in my head for a while.
take it
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Well yeah. Sorry for grammar mistakes and stupid plot.
OH AND I MIGHT MAKE THIS INTO AN ACTUAL STORY
it depends on whether people want it or not idkdkdk
kay bye
- Stella xo
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