I dunno man. I think I just based Stan off of me in this chapter... you don't want to know what's under my bed.
Do I get special points for using an adult as a main character in this chapter?
Disclaimer: Matt and Trey own them, and thank god they do.
Chapter 4. Man in the Box
The silence was unbearable. It wasn't the lonely type of silence. It was that uncomfortable silence that creeps up on you when everyone wants to say something to move on but no one knows what to say.
"Err… umm…" Stan tried to break the tension but nothing was working. Then all of a sudden as if a godsend the doorbell rang. Kyle jumped up and ran to open the door.
"Oh, Hello there Kyle." Sharon Marsh's pleasant tone greeted, and the woman struggled to carry the two grocery bags in her arms.
"Hi Mrs. Marsh. Here let me help you." He took both the bags from her and left her hands free to shut the door.
"Thank you, Kyle. You can put them on the kitchen counter."
"Sure thing."
"Hi honey. Oh Wendy, I didn't know you would be here too."
Wendy smiled reluctantly.
"Well nice to see you."
Kyle was browsing thought the bags when Mrs. Marsh strolled into the kitchen.
"Cupcakes?" He turned to face her as he inquired.
"How did you know?" He held up the recipe he had retrieved. She'd always known Kyle was an intelligent boy.
She smiled warmly. "Yes, there's going to be a bake sale to raise money for the church.
But I forgot about it until last minute." She hummed tunelessly as she started removing the ingredients from the brown paper bags. "You can go back to your friends, dear." She suggested after Kyle made no attempts to leave.
He peeked through the doorway to where Stan and Wendy were. In the two minutes Kyle was gone they had gone into boyfriend and girlfriend mode. This mode involved a lot of touching and cuddling. Kyle's place was not between the roaming hands of Stan and Wendy. "I think they're fine without me." The redhead watched his friend's mother gather the measuring cups from the closet oblivious to the actions in the next room. "You know, my family thinks I'm a pretty decent cook. How about a pair of extra hands?" The teenager was eager to find something to do other than watch the happy couple getting touchy feely.
Sharon could not hide the excitement in her voice. "Really? That would be wonderful." In her mind she knew that she shouldn't be stealing Stan's friend for the day, but Kyle offered to help, and with the task before her she needed all the help she could get. So the two set to work.
Wendy felt Stan's lips fall on hers again, nipping gently. Stan Marsh was the perfect boyfriend. He was cute and smart and athletic. He was always there when she needed him and most importantly he loved her more than anything. So why was she thinking about the boy in the kitchen? Wendy felt like a traitor. It was as if she was cheating on Stan by just thinking of Kyle. She was being a bad girl and she knew it as she kissed Stan back fiercely. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she let Stan run his arms around her waist. In her mind pictures of red hair and green eyes flashed by. Warm masculine hands slid to hold her upper arms and she remembered the long fingers she was eyeing in class earlier today. She was pulled into the body in front of her and she recalled the way Kyle had felt against her just moments ago. It was so wrong. She was such a bad girl, thinking of Kyle instead of her boyfriend. He drove her crazy. Wendy Testabuger was a bad bad girl. And it felt good.
White powder wafted in the air after Kyle had finished clapping the flour off of his hands. He was a mess. The flour's residue remained in parts of his hair, the edge of his nose, and the top of his shirt. Aware of Mrs. Marsh, he resisted his urge to curse. It was the bag's fault for being rip-able. Why didn't they sell flour in plastic containers?
"Oh, dear, why don't you go and borrow one of Stan's shirts?" Sharon suggested as she went about tidying the counter. Kyle nodded and left the kitchen without saying a word.
He passed into the living room where his best friend was trying to violate Wendy and uttered a quick, "I'm stealing one of your shirts," without stopping for a response. He had assumed he wasn't going to get one, but he was wrong.
"Dude, what happened? You're white."
"No. I'm Jewish." Kyle paused his trek to make a small joke on his ethnicity. Satisfied with himself the Jew made to continue on his way.
"Wait, Kyle!" Stan's voice actually sounded distressed, which was strange. There was nothing worthy of worrying over. Kyle simply raised his eyebrow at his friend waiting for an explanation. "There's something alive in my room… you can't go in there."
"What are you talking about?" He was genuinely interesting in what Stan had to say at this point. Wendy seemed to be watching him intently as well.
"You know how my room's a mess right?"
"I've seen your room, Stan. It's a pig sty."
"Well the other day I tripped right, and I landed so I could see under my bed. Something was staring back at me, man!"
"Do you have any idea how that sounds?" Kyle quipped.
"I'm serious! There's a monster under my bed." Stan had taken to the fettle position and was rocking back and forth feebly.
"Okay, Stan have you been smoking anything?"
"Not since football season started." He answered truthfully.
"Stan!" Wendy's voice had risen. She hadn't expected that answer from the boyfriend she was suppose to know everything about.
"Kyle does it too!" Stan was trying to deflect the blame from himself. Wendy's glare passed back and forth between the two boys. The Marsh boy was itching in his seat. "Come on; let's go get that shirt you needed." He jolted up the stairs dragging Kyle along.
The Broflovski boy watched as his friend continued to act like he caught a case of the crazies. Stan avoided stepping directly on his floor, maneuvering around the room by jumping from his desk chair to his bed to his dresser.
"Stan, you're not serious." Kyle watched in disbelief before stepping into the room unharmed.
"Get off the floor! It will eat you. Those weren't friendly eyes I saw looking back at me."
"How long have you been walking on your furniture?"
"Three weeks."
"Jesus Christ, Stan." Kyle closed his eyes pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd adopted many of Stan's habits over the years; he just never thought he'd use them over Stan.
The black haired boy then leaned over and opened a drawer. Pulling out a black shirt he tossed to Kyle before leaping out of his room and quickly slamming the door shut. Well that adventure was over with.
They headed down the stairs, Kyle changing his shirt as he walked. The dirty shirt was placed next to his jacket as he headed back into the kitchen. Sure he had Stan and Wendy's attention now, but he had already made a commitment to Mrs. Marsh and wasn't about to break it.
The appealing scent of chocolate cupcakes reached his nose as he entered the kitchen.
"Only a couple more batches." Stan's mother assured him. Wow, had they really made that many? Gray eyes caught the window and noticed that darkness had settled in. He'd been here longer than he realized.
"Do you realize your son thinks there's a monster under his bed?" It was for Stan's well-being. Honestly.
Sharon Marsh let out a long sigh. That was an affirmative. "Kyle, you've always been direct with me. Now, Stan won't be in trouble or anything, I know you look out for your friends. That's why I need to know. Stan's not on any sort of drugs is he?"
"Not that I'm aware of. He does tend to get carried away with his imagination sometimes." He fudged the truth a little, besides Stan wasn't on drugs… currently.
She let out a sigh of relief. It was nice to have adults trust you.
The clock reached ten. Wendy had left a half hour before hand. Stan was busying himself by playing Guitar Hero. And Kyle was headed out the door with a fresh batch of cupcakes to share with his family. Guys night in wasn't exactly what he expected, but there was always that 'locker room key' issue to deal with.
