Author's notes: So hi again! :D I bet you all thought that both me and this story are long gone, but guess what...?! 8D
Hehe, okay, okay, enough fooling around... so, I'm kind of back - uploading a chapter and then vanishing invisibly again, most probably ^^;
What I can't quite comprehend is that this chappie was handwritten in April last year - that means lying around here for almost a year!!! And I couldn't get my lazy ass to retype it and upload, for God's sake! It took only about 4 hours, for crying out loud! Argh, kids these days...!
I'm very thankful to EVERY ONE who reviewed and also to those who favorite my story or added it to Story Alert - it'll be quite a surprise to see it updated, right? ;)
I hope that the next chapter will follow quickly, but am almost 90% sure that it... won't. But who knows - I got three exams next week, and that sounds VERY promising (also VERY wrong D: )
By the way, short after I uploaded the last chapter, in April last year, my puppy, Sheimi, was born - you know where I'm heading? What? No? Yes? But I tell you - that IS an excuse for procrastination! XD;
Okay, so on with the story - who cares about my rant anyway?! XDDD Enjoy! :heart:
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor any of its characters featured here. Just the plot. :3
Warning: Slash, which means shounen-ai/yaoi, which means boys' love. Various pairings - I'm not revealing which ones though, you'll have to find out by yourself. I'm sorry in advance in case you got disappointed. Also - sorry for the POVs being confusing.
Written in March - April 2009, uploaded on January 12th 2010
I was torn out of my peaceful sleep by a high and fairly loud ringtone of my cell. It could've been nice morning – only if my mom wasn't phoning me at… what, 6?! Damn her. I had no idea I even had reception out here.
"Yes, mom?" I picked up and spoke to the receiver sleepily.
"Good morning! You were still sleeping, Booby?" she sounded quite cheerful, not waiting for an answer, just like usually. "I need you to return home. Me and your father have to leave urgently and I can't leave Ike home alone, so I need you to come back and take care of him for the rest of the weekend."
"But mom, I have-"
"No, sweetie, I need you to be here."
"Ike is thirteen, he can-!"
"I said NO, young man! Up and back home, now!" She ended the phone call without saying bye – after all, she'll have her word with me yet.
I sighed, still sitting on my bed, rubbing the sleepiness out of my half-closed eyes. Even when I wasn't really expecting it, it would be maybe nice to hear also something along the lines of 'sorry to spoil your fun', too. But who cares about Kyle's fun anyways, right.
Anyways, I looked around the room, listening to the songs of forest birds outside. The sun was shining brightly through the window and spreading soft, but vivid reddish light across the room, creating fresh and also still a bit sleepy atmosphere.
Both of the boys were still fast asleep, Kenny on a mattress between the two beds, Stan on the one of them, breathing quietly. I kept watching him for a while, observing his closed eyes, black hair absorbing the sunshine, his exposed thigh over the blanket. I felt my insides squirm a little at this, so I rather tore my eyes off him, finally stood up and stripped down my boxers to change them for a new pair. It disturbed me when I realized that I was probably the only boy around here who would care about changing their underwear once in a while. Well, maybe Pip would, too, but that couldn't really cheer me up much.
"Where are you going? Was that your mom calling?"
I was almost done dressing when Kenny's groggy voice startled me. Slightly blushing when I realized he was probably watching me the whole time I was changing, I turned to him and answered: "Yeah, it was her. She wants me to spend the weekend at home locked up with my infantile brother." Not that I didn't like him, I just didn't like the situation.
"That sucks. You're not returning, then?"
"I would like to, but it probably won't be possible."
We fell silent then. After a while of having a quite weird feeling I realized he kept staring at me, maybe because… my own eyes never left Stan since landing on him during our little chat.
I laughed awkwardly, what made Kenny grin and shake his head. He then sunk back into his blankets, probably trying to fall asleep once again, as I finished dressing hurriedly and hastily packed my belongings into the bag, trying to be as silent as possible, and left the room in less than three minutes.
Heading for the kitchen, I tiptoed across the living room. With weird tug at my heart I noticed Tweek cuddled up next to Craig on the sofa, when Craig's eyes suddenly opened and he spoke: "Where the fuck do you think you are going, Broflovski?"
"Um… home?" I asked hesitantly, trying to overcome the initial surprise.
"And how the fuck are we supposed to get back then, huh?" His voice was still sleepily coarse and his words comparably harsh.
"I- I don't know?" I offered lamely. He scowled. "Look, Clyde and co. is coming today, right? You can just stick with them later, whoever will be driving."
His frown deepened. "I just hope you are right, Broflovski," he spat and lied back down. I promptly exited the room.
In the kitchen I met Pip and Butters having breakfast. I felt like eating something, too, but I knew mum wanted me to hurry so I confined myself to a quick talk with the Stotch boy.
"Good morning, guys. Hey, Butters, the group is staying here till Sunday?"
"Y- yeah. Why?" His high unsure voice hasn't changed with the years.
"I gotta go home, I'm very sorry for that. I really wanted to meet up with the guys who're coming this afternoon." I thought for a minute, counting.
"So who's coming, exactly?"
"I believe just Clyde and Token. Remember, Timmy and Jim are on that kind of a camp?"
"Yeah, right. Okay, so, I gotta keep on moving. Bye, guys, and have fun," I wished with heavy heart. I didn't like the idea of leaving them all here… especially Stan. But my mom's words were law… at least always until now.
Back in the car I was still determined to stay at home with Ike, just as mom told me to, but in front of the door I noticed that few things differed from what I expected. First of all, the volume of Ike's music was high enough to put a disco in shame, so obviously it wasn't homework he was doing. Secondly, my parents' car wasn't parked there, so they hadn't waited up for me. I was quite relieved by the fact that there is no bitching awaiting me inside the house. And the last thing was – I wasn't quite sure about staying at home anymore, though I'd have to take care of Ike nonetheless. By the time I received a call from Thomas, the boy with Tourette, I already did have a plan.
…it just hadn't worked out so great.
Forget what I said – I should have rather stayed stuck back at home with my lil' bro'.
"Seriously, what the FUCK, Kyle?!" shouted Craig.
I sighed, frowned, and started to explain.
"Like I said: I went home, but parents had left already, so I decided to take Ike along and return. And Thomas, because he called me a while ago and wanted to meet up and I thought he could join in. But we got in a row with Ike during the ride and now he's gone – probably fled while I went upstairs with Tom to show him his room," I finished.
"Can't we just… call him or something?" asked Stan, trying to be helpful. Or play smartass, as I'd call it at the moment.
I frowned, mostly because of my own mistake. "I took his phone so he wouldn't call mum to tell on me."
"Right. Bingo." Stan sighed and sat down on the sofa next to Craig, Tweek, Butters and Pip. Thomas was still standing behind me, supportive and quiet.
"So, what do you want to do?" asked Stan again, continuing the conversation we started.
"I don't know… nothing? What do you suggest?"
"Well, I think we should go find him before anything happens to him."
"No way. I'm not going to search and then look after him all day like a stupid guard dog. If he wants to run away so badly, then let him find his way either back here or back home – whichever the genius prefers. By himself." I must have sounded fairly pissed.
"You know Kyle… maybe you should have let him choose before you dragged him here against his will," opposed Stan hesitantly. "But now that you decided instead of him it's your responsibility to prevent any loss he might suffer."
"I said I am NOT going to look for him! I am not his bloody dog, no matter what my mother thinks, but if you can't comprehend it, Stanley, then whatever – you can go fuck yourself too! I fucking don't mind anymore!!" I was shouting by the time I finished the sentence, and I felt like continuing, but I rather turned on my heel and left, slamming the door behind myself as soon as I reached my room upstairs.
I was mad. Furious. On my mom, because I felt offended by her unfair behavior towards me, and on Ike, because he argued with me and got me into worse shit than I had already been in, and finally on Stan… probably cuz he was just right, even when I would have never admitted that out loud – or to myself, for this case.
I fell on the bed and lied there on my back, staring to ceiling for God knows how long – I was too busy thinking to remember to check the time. It was only long after noon when I finally decided to finally call Wendy. The choice fell on her because I couldn't think of anyone else honest and reliable enough to not laugh right into my face and then tell everyone in 20 miles radius about my troubles and silly girly problems. As stupid as it may sound, I felt like I seriously needed to talk about my feelings with somebody – mostly about the anger with my family, and then about that yet unsorted excitement that rushed through my body and stopped my mind everytime I was near my best friend.