Thanks for reviewing! Sorry for not updating, I've just been really busy lately.
And to answer Princess-of-your-Doom65's question, (which was a confusing one), the curse means that the more that Stan loves Kyle, the more it will hurt Kyle, and seeing Kyle in pain, and not being able to do anything will crush Stan's heart, and cause him pain. It doesn't work the other way (Kyle loving Stan which hurts Stan) because Kyle didn't do anything to that guy. In other words, the witch wanted a good punishment for Stan, so hurting Kyle would be more effective than just simply killing/hurting Stan.
Sorry for that annoyingly long note. I'm gonna shut up now.
Kyle sighed as he reached the bus stop. He hadn't much sleep over the weekend, as this 'curse' had been bugging him.
He smiled as he met Kenny reading a porn mag. Typical, perverted Kenny. He tried to not look as pissed as he was, but Kenny could see right through his disguise.
"Dude, you look like shit. Are you OK?" Kenny asked, putting down his magazine.
Kyle raised his eyebrow, and rolled his eyes. Typical Kenny (again), just coming straight out with what he was gonna say.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just didn't get much sleep" Kyle said, yawning for effect.
Kenny just shrugged his shoulders, and started to read his porn mag again. "Ok, but if anything's wrong, just tell me dude, OK?"
Kyle nodded and half-smiled. "Sure, OK"
There was an awkward silence between both of them, before Kyle broke it.
"Kenny, do you believe in witches and curses?" He asked.
"Witches and Curses? Well, I definitely believe in curses, not so sure about witches. Why are ya askin' anyways? Kenny replied, muttering something about 'Constant dying being one motherfucker of a curse'
"Oh, nothing, just, y'know, wondering"
"Hey dudes" Said a familiar voice.
Kyle smiled in relief. Thank God Stan was here to save him from Kenny's further questioning.
"Hi Stan" Kyle smiled. After a shitty weekend, seeing Stan's smile was enough to brighten his day. Then suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his wrist. Kyle winced, but tried not to make a big deal of it.
"Hey babe, you better now? I just feel really bad about that bastard and what he did to you" Stan said, giving Kyle a quick hug. Whenever Stan hugged him, it felt like Kyle couldn't breathe.
Literally, it felt like he was holding his breath for too long and that his lungs were gonna burst. To avoid this pain, Kyle quickly escaped Stan's hug, only to disappoint Stan.
"Yeah, much better, especially since you're here" Kyle smiled, a real one this time. Then, the pain in his wrist began to travel up his arm, slowly and painfully. Still, Kyle acted as if he was fine.
"What bastard? What did he do to Kyle?" Kenny asked.
"Some drunk jackass tried to kill us on the weekend. In the end, he got run over by a car. Then, I had a weird dream that some old witch was the jackass's mom, and then, the witch cursed me" Stan said, pulling a face when he talked about his 'dream'.
Kenny's bright blue eyes widened in shock. "So, the drunk jackass got run over by a car on Saturday night? Around 11pm?"
"How did you know?" Stan gasped.
"Because the drunk jackass just happened to be my dad. To be honest, I'm kinda happy the bastard's dead. He was nice when we were kids, but now, he's just turned into an abusive asshole"
"But, if you weren't dreaming, and the witch was real, and she was actually my grandma, then my immortality finally makes sense! WOOHOO! FUCK YEAH!" Kenny yelled, punching the air, happy dancing and in general, celebrated.
Stan and Kyle just stared at Kenny, then at each other, then at Kenny again. Stan decided to pull out his phone and record it. Kenny was too busy celebrating to notice.
"Kenny?" Kenny suddenly froze, slowly turned to look at his two friends, and then ran off.
"Seeya laters! Gotta go! Bye!" Kenny yelled as he darted off.
"What the fuck was that? Has Kenny finally lost it?" Asked Stan, still staring at Kenny's silhouette, which leapt up and punched the air in the distance.
"Geez, I dunno" Kyle said. The pain felt like a snake was wrapping around his arm, tighter and tighter, slowly moving up to his shoulder, down to his legs, back up to his other shoulder, and right down his other arm.
Kyle tried hard to maintain a steady breathing rate, but he felt like he was gonna pass out any second.
"Ugh, Stan, I don't feel so good…" Kyle said, his voice small and weak, as he found himself limply toppling to the ground.
"KYLE!" Stan shouted, quickly reaching out to catch Kyle before he hit the pavement.
As soon as Kyle found himself in Stan's arms, the invisible snake wrapped itself tightly around Kyle's neck. Kyle gasped for air, before finally passing out.
Stan, who was panicking, unsure of what to do, picked his boyfriend up bridal style, and hurried off to Hells Pass Hospital. School was gonna have to wait.
What a dramatic morning, and the bus hadn't even arrived yet.