A/N: Okay, everyone! Here is the start of my next fic, Stay. This is connected to the previous story called, "Vindicated" so if you haven't read that one yet... well, you have to go read it first. For those of you who already have read it, please read and review:D
STAY
S.O.S.
Stan's POV:
Oh my GOD! Marsh is a queer! I was surrounded by the whole student body, teasing, laughing and pointing at me. My head was spinning. Everywhere I looked there were faces of mockery. They were shouting at me, calling me a fag. I couldn't escape! I started hyperventilating, unable to breathe!
"Dude... Stan has a boner for Kyle? On, man... this is too good!" I could hear the cruel, chuckling voice of Eric Cartman. I balled my fists, my blood boiling. I hated that fat FUCK, but I could not see him no matter how hard I looked through the crowds of kids circling me.
Instead, my eyes landed on my girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger. Her stare held a deep anger. She hated me. I began to approach her slowly, afraid of a slap in the face. However, she turned from me and walked away, shaking her head in disappointment, exposing the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, standing behind her.
Kyle Broflovski. His silky dark red, now tame, shaggy curls shone brightly, and his fists were jammed in his jean pockets. His deep green eyes had lost that sparkle within them, unable to look at me. Drops were running down his cheeks.
Tears started to form behind my eyes now, leaving me with a shaky voice. "Kyle, I-" I began, using all my strength to not breakdown in front of him. "Don't" Kyle cut me off causing me to snap my mouth shut. I reached out to put a caring hand on his shoulder, but he quickly slapped it away. "Don't touch me, Stan! Don't fucking touch me!" He cried. There was a pause between us before Kyle spoke again, both of our breaths uneven. "I like girls, not guys, Stan... I'm sorry. I don't think I can be your friend anymore." His last words caused my heart to break. My tears were flowing freely now. "... but... Kyle... I love you..." I whispered in-between sobs, but Kyle had already left, making his way out of the crowd...
I awoke in a cold sweat that night, one of my greatest fears haunting my sleep.
Now wide awake, I make my way to my bathroom and splash some cold water on my face, the beads of glistening water dripping down from my forehead.
Almost every night now I have these dreams, and every time, I find myself in here doing what I did the night before. It's kind of funny how I never seem to have stupid, meaningless dreams anymore like when I was eight. Now, every single fucking time they seem to symbolize the things I would never want to happen, or the only thing I'd give anything to come true. All these night time thoughts, good, bad (or wet), always, always are about the one thing I lust after most. My best friend, Kyle. He's just so goddamn gorgeous.
I suppose these dreams are a little over-the-top dramatic, but still... what if it happened? I mean, I really don't want to lose my best friend. I really care about him... a lot.
I started to make my way back to my room and onto my bed, wrapping myself in my comfortable blue covers, the warmth they brought engulfing my body, pretending Kyle was right beside me... the real one who was keeping me warm on this cold South Park evening. I turned to look at my digital alarm clock, numbers shining brightly in green... almost like Kyle's eyes, but his color was much more beautiful. It was 4:53 in the morning. I began to immerse myself in my thoughts. I would never fall back asleep. Never have been able to.
I've never really had feelings for other guys before. Kyle is the only one. I love him more than my own girlfriend. I think about him pretty much all the time that I hardly ever get any sleep anymore, so it's not even healthy. I think I might need help.
All of this seemed to start when Kyle got his first real relationship with Bebe Stevens a couple of months ago. I just got so jealous of her. She always got to spend time with him all day! I assumed I just missed my friend, but soon I started to find myself thinking of him differently... like what it would be like to kiss those perfect, soft pink lips of his, or to run my fingers through his shaggy red locks. And every time I saw the two of them in the hall together making out, and her squeezing his ass, I found myself fuming. It was then that I realized that I was in love with my best friend...
(FLASHBACK)
It was late Saturday night now, the night Kyle was to go over to Bebe's "to talk" I wondered if he were home yet. I needed to know if he was alright. If he and his girlfriend had broke up. I hoped everything was cool for Kyle's sake, and yet at the same time I only wished that he wasn't with her anymore. "Shit. This is killing me" I voiced my thoughts.
I went to go pick up the phone in the kitchen and dialed his number. One ring... Two rings... Three rings... I was starting to get nervous. I started to fiddle with the cord, my finger getting tangled in it. Finally on the fifth ring, my call was answered with a friendly voice. However, it was not the one voice I was longing to hear.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Broflovski. Is Kyle home?" I asked.
"Well hello, Stanley. No, Kyle is still over at Bebe's, but he'll be home soon" she told me.
"Okay. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Bye"
"Bye, Mrs. Broflovski." I hung up the phone in disappointment.
After a moment of debating, I finally decided to go to Bebe's and wait for him. I mean, he probably could use a friend at a time like this. Plus, I couldn't take a second longer of waiting.
Once I had gone out the door, and eventually crossed the South Park bridge, the cold, light breeze started to bite my skin. I wrapped my coat tightly around myself, my warm breath touching cold air.
Then it hit me. What if the whole "we need to talk" thing was about moving to the next step? The thought of Bebe kissing and touching Kyle was one thing, but to know that they were actually fucking was something completely different, and I couldn't handle it. Thoughts of them in action started flashing through my mind. The cloths ripping off, breathing heavily... giggling and laughing... and then Kyle's moans in ecstasy, calling her name... both whispering "I love you" time, and time again.
I pulled my hands shut until my knuckles turned white, squeezing my eyes tight in frustration. Why? Why does she have Kyle and not me? She will never love him more than I do! Nobody will! How I wished that I could be the one to pleasure him. To hear him call my name rather than hers.
I was about to turn home when I opened my eyes to see my best friend in the distance, tears streaking his soft, cute face.
"Hey, Kyle! I yelled. He turned his gaze towards me before I came running towards him. As I approached from the distance, his face became clearer. He looked like shit. I voiced this to him and he gave me a weak smile. Nothing needed to be said. Kyle and Bebe had broken up. My earlier thoughts were only paranoia.
There was a pause as I stared into the beautiful eyes of the one who I cared so much for, him staring back at me. It felt so intense. I just wished I could use that perfect moment to show him that there was someone who loved him even if Bebe didn't, and pull him into a passionate first kiss... but I couldn't do it. I couldn't take advantage of my friend like that when he was so vulnerable. So instead, I pulled his shivering body into a warm embrace. I smiled when he squeezed me back. It felt so right to be in his arms, and him in mine.
After I pulled away, I offered if he wanted to crash at my place to which he said, yes.
As soon as we came back to my house and went in, Kyle immediately passed out on the living room couch. He must have been exhausted.
Kyle may have found sleep within seconds, but I, however, was still looking many hours later. I just sat there in front of him, watching him sleep on his side, slowly breathing in, and out. I reached out to pull away a stray curl from his face and smiled. He looked so adorable, not to mention extremely hot. I could feel myself getting hard just from the sight of him lying there.
As I passed the time that night, watching Kyle sleep, I started writing my thoughts on paper. Soon, thoughts became poem, and poem into song. I called it, "Stay". It was about how I would always stay with Kyle while he fell. That I would always be there no matter what. I looked up towards my still sleeping friend once again, smiling. "... I will stay..." I whispered to him, but of course he couldn't hear me...
(END FO FLASHBACK)
It took me awhile to actually record that song, but once I was finished, I gave it to Kyle which he seemed to enjoy. I always see him listening to it. It kind of gives me a warm feeling.
Dude... this whole Kyle thing is giving me a headache. I just love him so goddamn much! Tomorrow, I'll have to keep these thoughts locked up with all my strength, though. But it just sometimes gets so fucking hard, especially when he even so much as looks at me and smiles... sooner or later, I think I'm gonna lose it...
S.O.S.:
"I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up.
I'm aggressive just one thought of closing up.
You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue
'Cause every moment gone you know I miss you...
You make me shaken up, never mistaken
But I can't control myself, got me calling out for help.
S.O.S. please someone help me.
It's not healthy for me to feel this.
Y.O.U. are making this hard.
You got me tossin' and turning and can't sleep at night.
This time please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind it's got me losing it.
I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me.
Love is testing me but still I'm losing it.
Just your presence and I second guess my sanity.
Yes it's a lesson, it's unfair, you stole my vanity.
My tummy's up in knots so when I see you I get so hot.
My common sense is out the door, can't seem to find the lock...
I'm out with you, you got me head over heals.
Boy you keep me hanging on the way you make me feel.
S.O.S. please someone help me.
It's not healthy for me to feel this.
Y.O.U. are making this hard.
You got me tossin' and turnin' can't sleep at night.
This time please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind, it's got me losing it.
I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me.
Love is testing me but still I'm losing it..."
---------------Rihanna.
A/N: There's a little prologue for y'all! I hope you guys likie :D.
Anywayz, I'll be working on the second chapter and there will be switchings of POVs.
Peace Out :) ... lol.