"Stan? Staaaan? Can you hear me?" Asked Kyle as he shook Stan's shoulders gently. Stan's sapphire eyes gently fluttered open, and gazed up and him.

"Kyle? Are you Ok?" Stan sat up, then came to the realisation that he was sitting in snow. He looked around at his surroundings, realising that he was still in the random field.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I have no idea how we got here. I just remember that guy whacking me on the head, and then…black" Kyle replied.

So, Stan explained what had happened while Kyle was unconscious, trying not to cry (and to look like a wuss) at the horrifying memory of it.

"Oh, and then, I came here, and I think I fell asleep. I also had this really weird dream" Said Stan.

Kyle sat up, and looked at Stan. "What was it about?"

"Well, when I came here, there was this flash of light, and some old witch appeared. She told me that I had killed her son, who was the drunk jackass, and now she wanted revenge, so she cursed me"

"What was the curse?" Asked Kyle curiously.

"She said that the more I love you, the more it'll hurt you. Stupid, huh?"

Kyle nodded in reply, before getting up and dusting the snow off himself.

"We should probably get back. Our parents are probably freaking out" He said.

"Yeah" Stan agreed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Ok, so where do we g- WHOA! " Kyle was interrupted when we fell into a sudden hole, which was hidden with snow.

Stan laughed at bit, before reaching out to pull Kyle out of the hole.

"You're so adorable when you do stuff like that" Stan smiled as he grasped Kyle's hand.

Kyle yelped, and let go, falling down again.

"What's wrong?" Stan asked.

"I- I dunno. When you touched me… it was like a jolt of electricity, running up my arm" Kyle said, confused.

"Oh Well, let's get you home" Stan smiled, pulling Kyle up.

"Oww! Fuck, it happened again!" Kyle cried, holding his arm as if it was broken.

"Oh, did I twist it or something?" Asked Stan, upset with himself for hurting his boyfriend.

"No, it's just…weird" Kyle shrugged, walking off with Stan.

30 Minutes Later…

"No, I'm positive that we go this way" Said Stan, pointing to a street to the left.

"No Stan, I'm sure we go this way" Kyle argued, pointing in the opposite direction.

"Ok, we'll go your way" Stan said, knowing he was defeated. Besides, he didn't want to argue with Kyle because …

1. It would go on forever

2. Kyle usually always wins an argument

3. Kyle was a hell of a lot smarter than him, and he probably was right, and

4. He didn't want to fight with his boyfriend.

15 Minutes Later…

"Okay, you were right Kyle" Said Stan, as they walked past their old Elementary School, almost home.

"See? I told you so!" Said Kyle in a sing-song voice.

Stan sighed. He knew he was beaten. "Yeah, you were right" He said as he gave Kyle and friendly shove.

"Whoa!" Yelled Kyle as he fell on the ground.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry Kyle!" Stan apologised, holding his hand out for Kyle.

"It's Ok" Kyle said, picking himself off the ground and wiping the snow off.

Later on, as Kyle waved goodbye, and Stan entered his house, he felt a sense of guilt inside him. He closed the door, trailed up to his room, and sighed as he flopped onto his bed.

Ignoring his mom's calls of where he had been, he started to think.

What if the witch's curse was real? What if… the curse was making him hurt Kyle? What if…?

()()()()()()()()()

Kyle stared up at the white ceiling of his room. Dealing with his mom was hard, especially since she was super over-protective.

Even though he was 16, she still had to know where he was going. It was pretty damn annoying.

Still, earlier with Stan was just so… weird.

When Stan had tried to help him up, it felt like hundreds of volts of electricity had suddenly been sent up his arm. At first, he had thought it was some kind of aftershock, but when it happened again…

… Well, he wasn't so sure anymore. There wasn't really a logical explanation for it, was there? Maybe he was sick or something?

And then, when Stan had lightly nudged him, he toppled over like a house-of-cards on a windy day. He thought he had just slipped on a patch of ice, but when he was getting up, there was no ice at all.

Even weirder, as soon as Stan touched him, he felt light-headed and dizzy, but he didn't want to worry Stan by telling him, so he just shut up about it.

Then, he remembered Stan's dream, about the witch's curse, but, it was only a dream, right? Besides, there was no such thing as witches or curses. There was a logical explanation for everything, right? Yes, yes there was.

Kyle took a deep breath, and picked up his phone. He was about to call Stan, when he hesitated and put the phone down.

First of all, he'd sound crazy if he told Stan that he thought he was cursed.

Secondly, He hadn't really got any good evidence.

Thirdly, this went against everything he believed in. He believed that there was a logical explanation for everything.

Fourthly, what if Stan thought he was trying to hint that they breakup? That would ruin everything!

Fifthly, well, he'd need to work on that one. But still, he just couldn't tell Stan, he just couldn't!

Sighing, he picked up a random book and read from where he'd left off, trying to escape his thoughts.

"There are no such things as witches and curses. It's all in my head, it's not real" Kyle repeated to himself, as he closed the book and put it away.

But even though he was saying this, a tiny part of him believed it. A tiny part of him believed that witches and curses were real.

But did that tiny part have any chance against all of Kyle's disbelief in witches and curses?

Well, not now it didn't.