Chapter 4 – Sleepover.

Kyle's house was huge and I mean huge. His room was up in the attic since he didn't like being disturbed and the attic seemed to stretch out for ever. Kyle had been kind of unsurprised when I told him that me and Stan were going out but he took my side when Stan had said that he wasn't telling his parents. It seemed pointless to me that Stan wouldn't tell his parents, I would tell them myself but I don't talk near peoples parents. It was one of my old habits, when I was little I wouldn't talk now I couldn't talk to adults. I was a strange kid.

I jumped as Stan cut the engine of his car, cutting off Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Tonight? from playing. I watched as he jumped out of his car and pulled our stuff out, dropping mine in front of my door. I smiled and climbed out, picking my stuff up as I went. We jogged up Kyle's path to the front door and I smiled as Stan just opened the door. We had never once knocked to be let in Kyle's home.

"KYLE! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Stan shouted as we walked into the Broflovski's living room. I smiled and shook my head.

"He'll be in his room." I stated as Stan wandered into the kitchen. Ike popped his head around the dining room door as I shut the front door.

"Looking for Kyle?" He asked innocently. Me and Stan both nodded. "He's in his room."

"Ha! Told you I was right Stan!" I exclaimed as Stan walked back over to me.

"Shut up Ken." Stan walked straight past me upstairs and I jogged to keep up with him.

"Thanks Ike!" I shouted as Stan walked up the attic steps. I didn't wait to see if Ike replied I just walked up the steps after Stan. I watched as Stan did his usual thing of just walking into Kyle's room and laughed as I heard Kyle flip at him.

"STAN!! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK!!! I COULD OF BEEN NAKED!!!" Kyle shouted as I walked into the room. "Oh hey Kenny."

"Hey Kyle." I sat on Kyle's floor and watched him rant to Stan about not knocking on people's doors.

"Oh one thing you two, I hear anything sexual during the night I will throw a pillow at you both. Again" Kyle added as he sat on the floor next to me.

"I won't cause I know how it feels although I can't say the same about Stan..." I let my voice trail off as Stan sat down on the other side of me and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I won't Kyle." Stan agreed. Kyle gave a slight smile and I shook my head at the super best friends. I knew that I'd get a glare off them, I just didn't expect the pillow that Kyle threw to hit me in the face. Stan laughed as I threw the pillow back at Kyle then ducked behind him to avoid getting hit again. Kyle threw the pillow back onto his bed and looked towards his stereo, Stan picked up on this almost instantly. "Which CD is in there Ky?"

"Black Holes And Revelations." Kyle replied instantly. I smiled Kyle had always had an obsession with Muse probably going back to when he and Bebe had gone out since she'd started to have an obsession with them. Stan stands up gently, using my shoulder for support and walks to Kyle's door. We watch as he walks out and shuts the door behind him. Me and Kyle share a look before we both realise he's probably going to toilet. "Are you okay Kenny?" Kyle asks when Stan's left the room.

"I'm fine Ky."

"Really? You look pale." I can't deny this, Kyle knows when something is up with me just by looking at me. I frown gently and look at his ceiling intently. "You can tell me Ken."

"Kyle you can't tell Stan this. I died yesterday." Kyle gave a slight nod to prove he was listening to me and waved his hand for me to continue. "And in the short time I was in Hell Damien..." My voice trailed off and I saw Kyle raise his eyebrows, curious as to what I was going to say next.

"What did he do Kenny?" Kyle asked when I didn't say anything.

" He.....He told me that I'm going to die very soon. I can't tell Stan Kyle. It'll kill him." I replied quietly. Kyle looked at me sympathetically and patted my shoulder before sighing gently.

"Why don't you tell him and see how it goes?" Kyle suggested, for Stan's super best friend that was a bit of a stupid question.

"Kyle you remember when I died back when we were eight?" I say quietly with my eyebrows raised. I knew that he knew I was right but I just wanted him to admit that he agreed that I shouldn't tell Stan.

"When you died for half a year? Yeah of course I remember why?" His eyebrows are raised now but I know that his are raised in confusion unlike mine.

"You know how bad Stan was then don't you?" Kyle gave a small nod to show he did. "Now imagine me dying for good this time around." I explain simple. I watch as Kyle imagines this and I nod when he frowns slightly.

"Can't you do anything to prevent it?"

"No, I asked. The only thing I get to know is when." Mine and Kyle's heads both turned towards the door as we heard a faint sob and then the clatter of someone running down the stairs. I buried my head in my heads and lent back onto Kyle's floor.

"It's not your fault Kenny, nobody can hear the chain go up here." Kyle pulled me up by my elbows as he talked. There was a loud bang as someone ran up towards Kyle's door and presumably fell. "Ike." Kyle sighed gently and out of relief. "Come in." Kyle said louder so they could hear. Ike walked into his elder brothers room without hesitation. With his black hair, that reminded me of Stan, and his green eyes anyone would think Kyle and Ike were brothers, just that the younger one had dyed his hair to separate him from Kyle.

"Would either of you two like to tell me why Stan is sat on the couch crying?" Hell even Ike's voice was like Kyle's! Only he had the tiniest hint of a Canadian accent that showed through his voice when he was either mad, worried or upset.

"I don't know Ike. But would you mind sending him up? Please?" Kyle asked his brother politely. Ike nodded silently and through my fingers I saw him look at me.

"I'll see what I can do Kyle. Although if he," Ike pointed at me when he said 'he' "has hurt Stan in any way I'll let Stan leave." I glance up as he makes his threat and I stand up.

"Why would I hurt Stan?" My voice comes out cracked and I can feel tears welling up. I knew Ike had once had a crush on Stan, that had been where his and Kyle's similarities had ended, but he had no right to assume that. "I love him more then anything in the world and I would never hurt him intentionally." Ike huffs and walks back out of Kyle's room and I make sure that I hear his shoes clatter against the stairs before I start crying. Kyle stands up and hugs me gently, he may be straight but he doesn't mind hugging me or Stan, making me feel slightly better. "Kyle? You don't think Ike's got feelings for him again do you?" I ask quietly.

"Nope. Ike has Georgie now but I still wish he'd go out with your little sister instead." Kyle says as he pulls away. "Wait here." I watch as Kyle walks out of his room and walks downstairs, his red hair disappearing out of view. I smile at the fact I have such a good friend and sit down as I start wiping my tears away.

Stan hadn't exchanged a word to me at all when Kyle had brought him back up which just made me more sure that he'd overheard mine and Kyle's conversation. That's probably what led to me and Stan sleeping as far as we could from each other. I ended up sleeping near Kyle's window and he'd slept at the other side of the room. As soon as their heads had hit the pillow they'd fallen asleep which left me, sat in my makeshift bed near Kyle's window alone. I knew if I fell asleep that I'd have dreams about Death trying to kill me so I wanted to stay awake as long as possible which was why I hadn't got changed into my pyjamas. So I don't know what made me gather all my stuff into my bag, except from my shoes which I pulled on, and walk silently out of Kyle's room. I walked normally after I reached the bathroom since from there they couldn't hear me. I walked past Ike's room and smiled ever so slightly when I saw Ike and Georgie lying on Ike's bed wrapped in each others arms, there'd been a time when me and Stan had been like that. I carried on walking quickly after that and opened the front door slowly, cursing when I heard it creak. Luckily no-one came to see why the door had creaked, thanking the Lord I walked out of the Broflovski home and into the cold night air. I had no idea of where I was going to go but I knew it wasn't my house. I knew that Stan and Kyle would panic when they realised that I wasn't there, but that was partly Stan's fault, but I wasn't going back. I hadn't seen my sister or brother in a long while and I really should pay them a visit but the only thing stopping me was my parents. I turn from the direction I had been going which was towards Craig's house to towards my own. Screw everything that had happened there in the past I was going to see my brother and sister. Walking briskly towards my house and the horrors that awaited me once I was there, I started to think about the past three months. Me and Stan had seemed perfect to everyone around us and here we was crumbling over something he'd overheard, something that I hadn't wanted him to hear. The walk seemed to take no time when I was thinking of Stan and I found myself in front of my house. Sighing heavily I walk into my house and seeing my parents laid on the couch, walk upstairs, shutting the front door behind me, before they wake up. I walk to Karen's room first. The bright pink door remained the same as when I was last here and I open it gently.

"Karen?" I call out softly. I hear springs creak as she sits up and I flip her light on. Her face lights up as she sees me and she motions for me to come sit with her. I walk over to her dumping my bag in front of her shut door and fall gently onto her bed next to her. Karen gives me a tight hug and I smile before returning the hug. Karen had shocked me and Kevin when she'd turned thirteen. Her once brown hair had turned red, which had just proved further that mom had cheated on dad, her blue eyes had gotten brighter then mine and Kevin's combined and she hadn't filled out probably. We was relieved at the last bit since we didn't have to beat off boys with a stick but we were worried about her in general.

"You said you wasn't coming back." She says quietly. It isn't a question and neither does it have the undertone of a question, it's a statement and it's one that I can recall very well.

"Me and Stan had an argument." I explain quieter then I thought I could say it. The look on Karen's face at that, it looked like she was going to walk out of this house and go punch Stan.

"Do you want me to go beat him up?" I stare at her like she's crazy until I see the teasing glint in her eyes. "Relax Ken, I was joking." She adds and starts laughing when I hit the back of her head.

"I missed you." I say quietly, all joking aside now.

"I missed you too. So did Kev."

"Speaking of Kevin, is he in?" I ask as I remember why I actually came back.

"Yep" I give Karen one final hug before walking out of her room, grabbing my bag and turning her light off as I did. I walked down the hallway and dumped my stuff in my room before turning towards Kevin's door. He'd always had his door open the tiniest crack and I turned away from his door when I saw him fast asleep. Walking back into my room and shutting the door behind me, I start pulling my shoes off. I look at my walls as I sit down on my bed cringing as I did, Kevin and Karen knew I was gay and Kevin had given me posters of nearly naked women to keep up the illusion to our parents that I was straight. Thankfully this had worked and they hadn't questioned 'why I had all these posters up' when they walked into my room and seen all the posters. I lay down on my bed, not caring if I fell asleep in my jeans and shirt since I knew from experience that this was a hell of a lot comfier. Giving a final sigh as I rested my head on my pillow knowing that I'd have some questions to answer in morning, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.