Chapter 3 – Football Practice And Why Kyle's A Dick.

Stan had asked for a car on his fifteenth birthday, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to drive it until his sixteenth birthday, and his only request was that it was blue. His mum had listened to what he had asked for and bought him a midnight blue convertible. Kyle had asked for an orange car since orange was his favourite colour, his mum had said that when he left home he could get a orange car if he wanted one so badly, and ended up getting a green one which he was equally happy about. I didn't ask my parents for anything really and I got to school by getting lifts off different people; Pip, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Craig, Bebe, Butters, Clyde, anyway you get the picture. Stan was proud of his car and if he wasn't doing anything on a Friday night he'd always invite me over to clean it with him, I never declined his offer since I liked getting out of my house. Stan clambered into his car after dumping his football helmet in the boot of the car with the rest of his football kit. I climbed into the passenger seat, Stan trusted no-one but himself to drive his car including Kyle. I watched as he turned the key in the ignition and All Time Low blared out of the speakers. I looked at him, eyebrows raised and a teasing glint in my eye.

"What? Their my favourite band." Stan said as he reversed carefully out of the garage. I recognized the words of the song almost instantaneously, it was Weightless the one that seemed to have made them famous.

"I didn't say anything." I pointed out as we started to drive towards the school. I'd put my seatbelt on, after all Death couldn't kill me in a car crash if I had my seatbelt on. Well he could but he was less likely to try.

"I know. But you would of done." Stan concluded, turning down his music to an acceptable level of volume. I shook my head and opened up the glove compartment to see what other CD's he had. I found one entitled; Summer Of 09, Me, Kenny and Kyle.

"What's this Stan?" I asked as we stopped at a red light. He looked over at the disc and pressed eject on his car stereo. Passing the Nothing Personal disc to me he took the disc that I'd found and placed it in the CD slot before driving through the green light. The song started fairly slow and the words started at the exact same time the music did. I recognized it as New Found Glory's Failures Not Flattering and smiled. "You really did make a CD of the songs we listened to that summer."

"Yep. It's got Kyle's Muse. My All Time Low. Your crazy bands. Then the ones we all like, like Green Day, lostprophets, FOB and Blink-182." Stan replied as he turned the corner towards school. I nodded and thought back to last summer. It probably had to be one of our best summers ever, except the one with the giant snake I don't think anything could top that, with us three just listening to music, playing video games and bugging the crap out of Stan's sister. I watched as Stan quite calmly reverse parked into one of the spare parking spaces then rub at his eyes.

"You tired Stanley?" I asked cheekily but innocent at the same time.

"Nope." He tried to lie even though he was rubbing at his eyes. "I'll be fine Ken. I've been in worse condition and I've trained before."

"I know but last time that was because of your asthma. They won't go easy on you just because your tired." I reasoned quickly and I knew I was right because of the glint in his eye. Stan sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt before leaning over towards me to kiss my cheek. I smiled gently, we'd made a bet that every time the other was right we had to kiss them on their cheek, it seemed like I'd won. Stan gave a smile and opened his door calmly, I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed his suit. I watched as he got his football kit out of the boot then after sharing a quick kiss we walked towards the football field

We walked to the football field in silence, we never walked in talking because then it would seem awkward. A few of the football players looked up as we walked in but the rest of them carried on discussing tactics. Stan said goodbye to me and walked past the bleachers towards the changing rooms. I walked over to the bleachers and sat down to watch, for probably the next three hours, my boyfriend play football.

I was looking around the sky absent mindedly, resting my head against the next row of bleachers looking up at clouds when I saw Damien walk up the steps to where I was sat.

"Hey Kenny." I sat up dead straight at his voice and nearly shat myself. "Having a danger-free day so far?" He continued when I looked at him.

"YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK DAMIEN!" I shouted loudly only to realise that the team had gone into the changing rooms to change back into street clothes. "Sorry but don't do that! You'll kill someone!" I added quickly when I saw him staring me like I was mental.

"Okay... Anyway Deaths been moping around Hell planning your death."

"That's nice to know."

"Good." I don't think Damien had picked up on the sarcastic note in my voice but I wasn't going to mention it, just in case he had noticed plus I probably die if I mentioned it. "Well I argued with my dad to let you know when your going to die, since you'd died loads without knowing you was going to die. He took my side but Death hasn't decided when your number is going to be up so I have nothing on that. My dads talking to him now so I'll have more news in a few days." Damien finished and stood up.

"Thanks for doing this Damien." I said quietly.

"No problem. I better go before Stan comes out." Damien replied before disappearing. I shook my head and walked down the steps to met Stan. Stan looked at me, bright and cheerfully, and I could see my pale and worried expression in his blue eyes.

"You okay?" He asked when he saw my face.

"Yep. Come on let's go get our stuff from yours and bug the shit out of Kyle!" I tried to sound enthusiastic but Stan didn't fall for it.

"My house is empty and when we get home you are telling me." Stan finished and wouldn't say anything more about it.

Stan pulled up at his house and left his car out front but locked it when we'd gotten out. He'd practically dragged me into his house and locked the door behind him. Now if you've ever had a really big secret that you couldn't tell anyone before and you really wanted to then you know how I felt right now. If you say you haven't then your lying. Stan looked at me with his blue eyes from where he sat on the couch and folded his arms across his chest.

"Tell me." He said very quietly.

"I can't." My reply came out quieter then his sentence had.

"Why?"

"I just can't." If Stan knew how much I wanted to tell him but it would kill him inside if he knew. I was surprised he hadn't got it yet. What with me wanting to make sure he was still alive last night and panicking when his song had gone; you'll be the poison, you'll be the cure. It only took a bit of common sense and when someone like Stan knew me so well you'd think he'd figure it out.

"Is about you?" He asked. What do I reply to that, yes and no? Since technically it was about me and Death.

"Kind of." My reply was short and I really didn't want to give him it but I knew he wouldn't let up.

"Okay."

"Is that it? An okay?" I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop me from saying 'I could be dead in a few days and I just get an okay?!' Stan looked at me curiously but shook his head and stood up. Walking over to me, he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I won't force you to tell me." Stan replied as he nuzzled himself in my chest. I was happy since I really didn't want to tell him and I knew I probably end up telling Kyle before I told Stan but only because Kyle can keep a straight head when told that your best friend is dying.

"Thank you." I replied into his hair. Stan's hair had always been raven-coloured which is where the Goths had got his nickname, Raven, from. I liked his raven hair since it was always soft and he always took the time to style it. I felt him move and I looked down curiously then I felt it too. "Stan? Why are you vibrating?" I asked as I tried not to laugh. He smiled and let go of me so he could pull his phone out of his pocket. I watched as he read the text, his mouth moving as he read the words and getting annoyed at some parts of it.

"Damn you Kyle, damn you to fucking Hell. I swear every time we're doing something together he always texts me during it. And it's fucking annoying. All I want is one day with Kenny with no interruptions. Can't I have that?! Please?!" Stan shouted at his phone as he typed a reply back. I started laughing only shutting up when he glared at me and then proceeded to drag our stuff out to the car by himself. I was sat in the car singing along to Muse's Starlight when he climbed in the car. He muttered something about Kyle being a dick, I started laughing and continued laughing until we got to Kyles.