Spanish Train, chapter 4
By, Unlucky-charm
A/N: This is a Style fic, meaning Stan and Kyle (with some Craig and Tweek) . If you don't like that pairing then don't read it. Also it's called Spanish Train for a reason. I sort of got the idea of this story because of the song called "Spanish Train" by Chris De Burgh. It's about God and the devil playing poker together and betting on people's souls. It's a really cool song so listen to it if u want. Don't worry, if you don't you can still get the story. Only it's not as fun... :P
Enjoy XD
This is the story of a boy who made a bet with God.
This is the story of a boy who made a bet with God and won.
Denying it wasn't helping; not even a bit and the fact that the news was from God meant that there was no way that it was wrong, so there went that one last drop of hope that Stan had. He was done fore. The second they said that Kyle and him were living together and judging by the anxious looks on Tweek's and Butters' faces, Stan knew what was coming up. He wondered if he should act fast and make a run for it, but he knew this was serious and that running away from it would make it all that harder for Kyle. Speaking of the red head, Stan turned to his left to check on him. He pondered if maybe Kyle was having the same thoughts as he was and that this situation wouldn't be a huge mess after all, but he was deceived when he saw Kyle's friendly smile toward Tweek and his relaxed posture. There was no way Kyle could be calm about this. Even him, being the most composed person Stan knew, would be freaking out about this...at least a little.
Stan squirmed in his seat. In a few minutes he would be officially be considered as 'gay'. He never had anything against homosexuality but the thought of him ever being one had never been processed through his brain before. So he was torn between being accepting and downright suicidal.
During the car ride Stan had gone over some occurrences of the weekend. He had come down to the point where he believed having, note: a red head fetish, a green eye fetish, and pouty lip fetish, a nose fetish, a Jew fetish and a butt fetish (the last one wasn't much a problem since you could consider every teenage boy having a butt fetish). For at least half of the car ride, the ebony hair boy managed to keep himself calm, relieved that he was just a simple guy with many fetishes. Yet, he still hadn't put two and two together, but when he did, all hell broke loose...in his mind at least.
"Hey Tweek why are you twitching that badly today?" Kyle asked, flashing his concerned smile.
"Ngh-Kyle man! I'm just s-so n-nervous for you guys!" Tweek blurted out.
"Aw dude, this must be some news you guys have; making such a huge deal out of it."
'Jesus Christ!' Stan thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair and ended up grabbing on. He seriously had NO idea! Literally didn't have a CLUE of what was coming! And what the fuck was taking so long with those guys in their little corner! Stan wanted to, so very badly, get this over with! He wanted this moment to end as fast as possible. He wanted everything to be back to normal or at least to be okay! He wanted to regain control of his fingers so that he wouldn't go bald. His brain seemed to get the message and he finally let go of the strands that were between his fingers.
Meanwhile, back in the corner...
"Kenny," Token started in his 'reasonable' tone, which meant he was about to 'reason' with him, which he hated oh so very much! "Be reasonable." And there it was. "They know something's up. You can't just walk up to them now and say that it was nothing."
Damn it! That really WAS reasonable.
"And dude, I'm not flattering myself or anything, but out of the three of us, I think I understand fags the best..." Craig spoke, sounding angry about being called a fag by his own self. "So let me tell you this much: Stan already knows."
All three turned their heads to Stan who had his head shaking in his palms. His left knee was bobbing up and down and it was as if he was trying to pull out his hair.
"He SO does." Kenny confirmed. "Wish I could say the same about Kyle."
The two others didn't even bother looking at the Jew, knowing that he was clueless of what he was about to be told.
"So I guess we have to do it huh?" Kenny said, even though he himself heard the hesitation in his voice.
The other two nodded. It was settled. From this day forth, Stan and Kyle would be dubbed 'fags'.
Their little conference ended and they made their way back to their original positions; standing in front of the couch. Kenny nodded to both his 'men' who nodded to both Tweek and Clyde, who took their own positions. Clyde sighed and patted Stan on the back, as Tweek squeezed Kyle's hands in his own.
"Well men." Kenny said to both his best friends. "I will continue my story."
"Come on already." Kyle whined and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Token, you may." Kenny said, and motioned to the rich teen to move forward to speak.
"Thank you Kenneth." The dark skinned boy said very formally and with a bow. "Well as my good man had left off, you two, Stan and Kyle, were going to move into a larger house from your smaller apartment of which Kyle was much dissatisfied."
Craig stepped up next to his friend with his hand on his breast and took a bow.
"Token? May I?" He asked. To which, Tweek giggled like a schoolgirl and received a wink from his boyfriend that made him go red. "Well, since Kyle was rather unhappy with the size of their current home, he had taken the liberty to complain about it to which Stanley responded to by saying, quote: 'I know.' And referring to Kyle as 'babe'." Craig finished the sentence and was able to keep his face composed during the whole thing, but couldn't help but snicker at Stan's dirty look.
"W-what?" Kyle mumbled.
He turned to Stan but he had shut his eye tightly and was refusing to meet his gaze.
"Kenny, listen, there must have been a misunderstanding. Stan calls me babe a lot already as a joke, you think maybe he was joking? He must have been." Kyle sounded like he was trying to convince a cop that he didn't steal the bag of chips even though it was right there in his hands and the alarm of the store had gone off.
Tweek put an arm around Kyle and looked at him with worried, saucer sized eyes. "Ngh! Ky-Kyle, he had his arm around you. You guy were-ngh! Standing really close."
"So? We're just friends okay! He was teasing for sure! You guys just got it all wrong!" The red head argued and laughed uneasily.
"But you guys were acting all mushy a-and stuff." Butters added, trying to be helpful.
"What! No! Listen to me clearly all of you!" Kyle said getting up. He was beginning to sound angry and that's not how the plan was supposed to go. Tweek grabbed on his shirt and tried to pull him back down but Kyle released himself from his light grasp. "Stan and I are friends okay! That's it. That's all. No matter what you saw, you completely misunderstood it! Is that clear?"
Stan wasn't surprised and hadn't expected Kyle to react any other way, but it still hurt. He didn't know why, but he felt rejected. And this was worse than being rejected by a girl, mainly because it was like he was being thrown away by his best friend. Kyle wasn't even stopping to consider the possibility, but instead talking about how impossible it all was. Was it that wrong? Was it really that bad? Well...apparently it was, but Stan still didn't see it.
"Kyle man chill okay! Listen to me. I'm your best friend and I'm telling you. How you two were acting was NOT friendly. Okay? It was NOT!" Kenny tried to get him to calm down, but failed.
"No! Stan! Back me up here I-" Kyle paused at Stan's composed face. He was expressionless, as if someone had just told him that his hair was black, or that his eyes were blue, just common knowledge.
"S-Stan?"
Stan looked up to his friend with pained eyes and gazed at him for a while, taking deep and slow breaths.
"Kyle, listen to Kenny... I don't think the story's over." He leaned back into the sofa and concentrated on controlling the water that was slowly forming in his eyes.
Kyle didn't see this and turned his attention back to the blonde. Stan felt weak arms wrap around his torso and a shrill voice mutter "it's okay". He lowered his eyes to a small Tweek Tweak, desperately telling him to be all right. The least he could do was hug him back as a small gesture of gratitude. Tweek barely touched anyone but Craig, so he must have really cared to go through the trouble of hugging him. For a moment, he shut his eyes and imagined the small arms around his torso were clad in green instead of olive. That the hair he felt tickle his stomach was orange and not blonde. That the strands he ran his fingers through were wavy and not jagged. He felt Tweek retreat from the hug and he felt his giant eyes on him. He didn't want to look, because he knew they would be hazel, which was not the color he longed for.
"You guys kissed." Kenny suddenly said.
Kyle gasped and took a few steps back. His mouth was wide open just like his eyes. His whole body became rigid and all the muscles clenched. And if you watched very closely, his breathing had slowed down to a dangerous pace.
"N-no. You...you saw wrong. He was kidding with me. He kissed me on the cheek. He was just joking. We-were not...Stan just..."
Stan suddenly stood up and gazed at the floor. His black hair completely covered his eyes and half of his nose bridge and his whole body shook violently.
"Kyle. I kissed you on the lips. I kissed you because we we're going out; because you were my boyfriend." His voice was strong and intimidating. Everyone in the room listened, even Kyle didn't speak. "And I'm sorry." Stan whispered. "I'm so sorry you hate it so much but it's like that." His voice cracked and Butters tried to run to him but was held back by Token's arm.
"Stan? No, Stan this can't... Stan please, think about it." Kyle pleaded with his friend but Stan still stood in place, staring gloomily at the floor and his body refused to settle down. "You know what?" Kyle continued, his temper raging out of him. "You." He said and started walking to the door. "Are all." He opened the door. "Crazy!" He spat and then he was gone.
The second the door slammed shut, Stan collapsed onto the couch. He was trying do hard to keep himself together but now that Kyle was gone, he didn't feel the need to. As the tears rolled down his cheeks, he gritted his teeth in anger. No anger towards Kyle, but only himself. He thought he had done wrong, but anyone in his state would have put the fault onto themselves. He felt pathetic knowing that he was blaming himself for no reason, that he was caring so much about how Kyle had reacted and that he was bigger than every single person in the room and yet he was the one sitting alone on the couch crying like a baby.
"Stan?" Craig was the first to speak.
He wiped the tears off his face roughly and glanced at his friends for the first time since a long while.
"Yeah. Guys? I think I'm going to go home."
Without another word, he was out of the house.
It must've been late in the afternoon because Stan had stepped out just in time to witness a beautiful sunset. Normally he would have taken the time to admire the scenery. But on that day, orange was the last thing he wanted to see.
He had gotten home and had shut himself in his room, with the promise of a good night's sleep. Luckily, he was quick to give in to the fatigue and drifted off moments after having snuggled up in his bed (even though it was only 5 o'clock).
He was roused awake a few hours later by the sound of the door bell. Half awake, he looked at his digital clock that read 8:17.
"Stanley! One of your friends are here!" His mom called from the bottom of the stairs.
The tired young man forced himself into a sitting position and yelled back, "Send him up!" And then immediately flopped back onto the mattress. His door suddenly opened, letting in the light to with he responded by pulling the covers up over his head.
"Stan?" A scared voice hesitantly spoke into the darkness of his room.
"Butters?" Stan grunted, removing the covers and was hit by the inviting smell of Mrs. Stotch's homemade soup.
"Hey , yeah it's me. I want to speak to you, I brought some soup!" He said, half cheerfully half nervously.
Stanley sighed loudly and sat up in his bed, inviting Butters to sit next to him.
After having shut the door behind him, Kyle had stormed off home in a quick run and so help him God, he had never ran that fast in his life. He just wanted to get home, grab Ike and punch him in his Canadian face a few times. But of course, nothing ever went as planned, at least not for Kyle. When already being confused about it, his friends tell him he's gay, then he makes himself look like a bad person by storming off and NOW he had to SOMEHOW get rid of the Eric Cartman that FOR SOME REASON sat on his porch.
"It's about time you got here." He sneered at him.
If it were any other person, he would have asked why he or she was sitting on his porch. But it wasn't any other person, it was Cartman and Kyle wasn't in the mood to waste time dealing with him.
"Get off my porch." He ordered in a strained voice.
"Calm down Jew boy, I'm just here to talk." His tone was not high pitched and didn't sound as annoying as usual, which meant this was one of the rare occasions where Cartman was serious.
The red head coughed. "Come in." He said, the sound coming out broken, just like the rest of him. He decided to use the brains he had and walk away from that argument, give up the fight against Cartman...at least this once.
He unlocked the door and sighed at the sound of heavy footsteps following him inside. He really didn't have the energy at the moment.
"You know Kahl, I know you have a lot of pride and dignity. And your ego is as big as mine..." He paused and Kyle waited for the painful comment that would push him off the edge. "But it's okay if you cry. I know you want to."
What was scary was that he wasn't ripping on him, he actually sounded considerate. But what was scariest was that he was right. Kyle knew the fat ass was right, though he didn't think himself ready to admit it. He remained silent and wondered when this day would end.
"Why weren't you at Craig's?" He changed the subject.
"They told me I had to shut up, so there was no reason for me to stay. But I knew you'd come back here." He dropped his heavy weight body onto the couch and grunted. " Now come on Jew fag, tell me what the hell happened."
Kyle's body shook in anger, but the truth was that he was scared. Scared of everything that was happening all too fast and blowing up in his face.
"Fu-Fuck you fat-" His voice cracked, preventing him from finishing the insult. He bit down on his tongue instinctively to hold back the sobs that were scraping against the inside of his throat, longing to get out. His brain was working hard to keep himself from crumbling in front of the fat ass and hadn't noticed the tears that had made their way down to Kyle's lips.
Now, Cartman was the meanest and most emotionless bastard anyone could ever meet, but damn it, he just couldn't keep it together when people cried.
"Kah-Kahl? Oh! No, no, no! No, Kahl please don't!" He spun in a circle with his hands hanging in the airs, looking for something, most probably something to get Kyle to stop crying.
"Sshhh, sssshhh Kahl? Don't cry. Um uh...oh! Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel! I made you out of clay! Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel! With Dreidel I shall play! Come on Kahl!" He sang and encouraged. It was really one of those Kodak moments, but it was certain that if anyone dared to TRY and take a picture, he would surely hunt them down and destroy the film (and probably the person too).
"Fat ass, stop. I know y-your trying to help, but it's really creepy." Kyle laughed and let out a series of small hiccups.
"Right. Sorry." He apologized and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"C-Cartman...S-Stan actually...h-he actually wasn't freaked out... i-it was like he KNEW all along!" Kyle cried and buried his face into his palms.
The red head felt the couch shift and he knew that his rival had stood up. Before he knew it, his wrists were being taken hold of and pulled away from his face.
"Kahl, this is like death. You can't avoid it or run away from it and it has come straight from the Lord's lips. It's going to happen, so you might as well accept it." His voice changed dramatically from comforting to serious.
Cartman was stunned by his reaction. The Jew's body shivered all together as the denial practically shined in his mossy eyes. He must have felt it because he instantly lowered his head and the red hair covered most of his face.
"I don't want to hear it." He said stubbornly and got up, heading toward the staircase.
Cartman stood up as well and followed. He thought Kyle knew better than to push him like that. He tried to be nice, but now he was at his limit. He grabbed his tiny wrists once more and pulled him off the first step.
"Damn it Kahl! You have never walked away from anything in your life and I'm not letting you give up! Fight God Damn it! Fight! You're stronger than this." He yelled. (Imaginationland episode II)
Kyle snatched his hand from his grasp and rubbed the red mark that the large boy had left. With a dirty look (which was either for the fact that he hurt him or that he knew what he was saying was the truth), he resumed his journey up the stairs. The brunette debated on weather or not he should go after him.
"It's never going to happen Cartman. Just go home." Kyle stated, his back to the other teen.
The larger boy decided to make that day an exception and obey the ginger.
"Whatever you say Kyle, but I warn you: it WILL happen." He opened the front door and stepped out.
"God said so."
The door slammed shut.
His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark, seeing only Butters' silhouette and his bright blue eyes that glowed in the dark. He managed to make out a cylindrical object in his hands.
"You brought soup?" He asked in a deadpan tone.
Butters giggled.
"Yeah, it was my bribe in case you didn't let me come in." He joked but the pity was detectable in his voice.
"Oh." Stan let out a single chuckle.
"Well, I just wanna talk and hopefully make you feel better. I wasn't of much use back there at Craig's" The blonde sounded irritated at himself.
"Yeah, I didn't really get the point of you standing in a corner wearing an apron."
Butters rolled his eyes at his 'role' in the 'breaking the news' plan. "Ugh, I was supposed to be calming you two down my bringing snacks and refreshments but instead, I got caught up in the conversation. I hope the soup will make up for it."
"So what's going on?"
"I just wanna talk Stanley." Butters said, pouring some soup into the thermos.
Despite Butters' desire to have a talk, the next few minutes were spent in complete silence, except for Stan's small sips. Butters' mom always made the best soup, it was mainly because she would put very generous amounts of meat in it.
"You know," the blonde started, pouring some more soup into the lid. "I remember a few years back when Craig had come out. He didn't know what to do and ended up spontaneously kissing Tweek full on the lips!" Stan could hear the smile in his voice as he reminisced.
"Are you serious?" Stan said and allowed himself to make an expression and have at least SOME amount of emotion in his voice.
"Yeah, I know. And TWEEK of all people! The kid literally went crazy. Believe it or not, his eyes got even wider, so you could just imagine."
The noirette found himself getting more and more interested.
"Well what happened?"
"I had to deal with it of course! I went to see Craig and I swear, I had never seen that guy loose his cool like that. Christ, he was shaking and pacing all over the place! A-and his voice got all high pitched and stuff." Butters spoke with wild and very feminine hand movements, instead of his usual fist bumping.
"I can just imagine how Tweek was."
"He refused to step out of the house and slept with a coffee can every night."
"Jesus..."
The thought made him want to laugh, and he did...on the inside. His current state wasn't really allowing him much feeling other than pain.
"Well there's a point to the story, Stanley. The point is that you need to give him some time. Craig waited for Tweek, if it's meant to be, you will wait for Kyle."
The raven sighed and put one of his arms around Butters.
"Thanks dude. But you know, since it's meant to be, do you think there's a way to speed up the process. I mean, I want to spend as little as time as possible awkwardly glancing at each other in class. I want my best friend back."
God he sounded like a pussy...
His question sounded more like begging, because he didn't know how long he would have to wait, and he'll do anything to get him to be his.
"Well, Craig got all romantic with Tweek, so I guess you could try." Butters glances at the clock and stood. "I have to go home, so just keep the soup." He shoved the thermos into his hands. "Just remember, if you get romantic, it has to be something amazing; this isn't just some girl your going to dump in a week. This is Kyle; he has been by your side since forever. I think he deserves a little better."
And with a flip of his hair, he was gone.
Not having expected otherwise, Kyle Broflovski, had not slept that night, and now was supposed to get up and go to school. He really didn't need to get dressed or anything because at around the early hour of 2 am, he had gotten really bored and decided to put on his school clothes and get back into bed with both jacket and ushanka.
For most of the night, he simply lay in bed and stared at his blank ceiling. His thoughts, however, had been invaded with Cartman's words. He tried to push them aside and go to sleep, but every time he did, they just got louder and louder.
'It's like death...it's going to happen...'
Or
'God said so...'
What was he supposed to do? Just show up and pretend like nothing had happened? Like everything was back to normal? He couldn't do that! That was ridiculous!...
Exactly...
It was...
For the first time in his life, ditching class seemed like the best idea. His mom and dad had already left for work a few minutes ago and his brother was off as well. Plus, he always got home before them, so no one would suspect a thing (he was fully dressed on top of that).
What he was doing was probably the most cowardice act he had ever done, but it was better than having to face Stan and the rest of his friends. He could just imagine how awkward the situation would be, since technically HE was the bad guy here.
He went downstairs to eat the Kentucky fried chicken that was left over from last night, but it only sent a twinge through his chest. The damn stuff reminded him of Stan and suddenly, the idea of eating it made him sick to his stomach.
He left the chicken on the counter and headed for the living room for some television. Surely, that would clear his mind... except of course when the first show that came up just HAPPENED to be a rerun of Terrence and Philip.
It didn't take him a second to react and shut the TV off. He threw the remote to the floor in frustration and went back to his room. Were those some signs? Was is just a series of coincidences or was he the one who subconsciously was relating everything to Stan.
"Ugh." He grunted and fell to his knees. He put his hands behind his head and pulled on the locks there. What was he supposed to do? He was desperate for a solution! He will try ANYTHING.
His eyes flew open and then flickered left and right, as if to be checking if anyone was around. Then, he slowly put his hands together and looked up to the ceiling.
"...God? Um...hi. It's Kyle, you know, the Jew. " Was he really doing this?
"You know my friend Kenny pretty well. Well, that's my guess since you sort of allowed him to see his future. Um, is there any way you could send me some kind of sign about what to do...about...this problem? I mean, Stan's gay for me, but I'm not gay for him. I mean I KNOW you think I'm going to be, but Lord, do you think you might have made a mistake?"
He stood in place for a few more seconds, hoping for a response, but got nothing. He didn't blame God; He probably gave him this problem as some kind of test.
He went back into his room and flopped onto his bed. So, this was a test huh? And Kyle, for one, never failed tests. Since his prayers weren't answered, he tried a different approach.
"Okay, lets do this." He said with a sigh. "Stan and I are at my house."
He imagined it.
"Stan and I are sitting on the couch."
He imagined it.
"We are watching a movie."
He shut his eyes tighter, getting ready for what was coming.
"We are watching a ROMANTIC movie."
He imagined it.
"Um... what happens now? Lets see... okay. Stan puts his arm around me."
As much as it pained him, he imagined it.
"And now he's leaning in."
As he imagined it, his teeth unclenched and his muscles relaxed on the bed.
"And now he's kissing me...and I'm kissing back?"
He imagined it but it didn't last too long as he flew out of his bed.
"Holy fuck!" He yelled in panic.
He sat on his carpeted bedroom floor and stared down at his slowly tightening pants.
"No..." He whispered.
As smart as he was, he knew his mind would blow up if he tried to understand WHY he had a boner for his best friend. Of course, the answer would obvious to any other person, but little Kylie, being in denial went to bed and fell asleep, hoping that it was all a dream.
When Stanley walked into the school that morning, he wore a determined face and power walked like a pro.
He had an idea and no matter how embarrassing it might be, he was going to do it. Butters said romantic right? He knew exactly where to go.
"Wendy! Bebe!" He yelled in the hallways. "Outside now!"
The two girls gave each other surprised glances, before following the noirette out into the snowy school playground.
"What's going on?" Wendy asked. She seemed excited, which made Stan feel bad for being about to disappoint her.
"Well, I need a favour." He had to try and sound as confident as possible. He couldn't crumple down in front of them, as pathetic as his favour was.
"What?" Bebe asked.
"I need you to teach me how to be romantic. Like can you remember anything from when we were dating? Like something I did that made you like me?"
Okay maybe he was sounding more desperate than pathetic.
Wendy frowned and gave him a dirty look. He really should have thought this through before thoughtlessly calling them out there like that. He felt a storm coming on, and it was going to hit him right over the face. And just when the rain as about the pummel him, Bebe became his umbrella.
"Um, hey Wendy, you have a math test now right? I don't think you can afford to miss it, I'll talk to him, you can go inside."
As much Wendy was prettier, smarter and stronger than Bebe, everyone knew that the blonde girl was the 'leader' in their group of friends. Sure, she did follow Wendy around and all, but when it came to decision, although Wendy might not realise it, Bebe was in full control.
"All right," She sneered at him. "who's this chick? I mean, she must be something considering you had the nerve to ask Wendy on how to get with her."
Well, when she put it that way, yeah, Stan totally sounded like an asshole.
"Well this person knows that I'm crushing but..." He phased out, which may have been a mistake, because he suddenly felt like everything was going 200 miles an hour. "you see, this person is crushing on me too, but this person is in denial and I really need this person to accept his feeling, but it's not like I'm forcing this person or anything but-"
"STAN! Slow down, okay? Lucky for you, I remember a few things you had done when dating Wendy, so I WILL tell them to you, but I need you to chill and stay with me when your speaking." She reproached, the hatred slowly disappearing.
" Now, I'm not sure if Kyle will respond to this but-"
"It's okay, anything will do I- WHAT! How the FUCK do you know!"
She said Kyle. She said Kyle. She said Kyle. She said Kyle. She said Kyle. She said Kyle. OH MY GOD! She just said Kyle!
"Well I wasn't sure but thanks for confirming it though." She teased. "At the 3rd use of 'this person' I knew it was a dude. Plus Kyle didn't show up to school today."
"Damn it! I'm such an idiot! Ugh, what the hell am I supposed to do! Bebe!' He whined. "Help me!"
"All right, chill! It's going to rain tonight, so everything will be perfect." She smiled.
"Rain?"
Stan wasn't sure about where this was all going.
"So here's what you'll do..."
When he woke up again, it was 2 o'clock. He took out his bag and threw a few books on his desk to make it look like he was back from school and in the middle of studying. But he still had an hour until school ended so he went downstairs and turned on the TV. He remembered the 'Terrence and Philip' incident of earlier and decided that he would be safest with the news channel.
"We will be getting over 3 centimetres of rain tonight..." The weather man said.
Great, Kyle thought, he was already in a bad mood, so rain would just get him to be downright depressed... perfect. On top of it all, he didn't even know what homework they had for the next day and only one person could tell him:
Stan.
At times like these, he would always run to Stan, just like Stan would always run to him. He wasn't used to being alone when he was sad and he wasn't finding it easy, that's for sure. Right now, the red head wanted nothing more than to see his best friend. He wanted to tell him he wasn't ready for all of that gay stuff. He wanted to stay friends, nothing more nothing less. He hated this! He hated the fact that this was his biggest problem ever, but he couldn't go to the one person who could solve it. But he had no choice. He had to fix it as fast as possible.
It was settled; he had to go see him, but not that night.
Besides, it was going to rain.
