Chapter 4: Admittance
Stanley Marsh was shocked when his best friend stepping into a black Cadillac Escalade with none other than Token Brown. When the hell had the two become so close? He was planning on beating Kyle's ass in Call of Duty, and then, after listening to him whine and pout for a bit, would let him win at some other game. It was the way it worked. Every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday Kyle would ride home with Stan and Sharon. They would do their homework, then waste the rest of the time playing video games that Sheila would never allow in her own home.
"Hey sweety!" Sharon smiled as her son climbed into their small car. Stan grunted climbing into the front seat. It was an odd feeling. Typically he would have climbed into the back with Kyle, and they'd look up stupid videos on their phones, or laugh at whatever stupid thing Eric had done that day.
"Hey," He mumbled turning the heat vent onto his face. Sharon watched her son and smile a bit. She could understand just how he felt. But, she also knew that it wasn't necessarily bad they add friends into their phones and lives.
"It'll be okay." She reached over and ruffled her son's hair. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but Stan wasn't exactly comforted.
"Mom," Stan sighed heavily leaning his head back into the head rest. "What do you do when you find out a huge secret that your super best friend hasn't even told you?"
"What do you mean hon?" Sharon questioned pulling out of the school's parking lot. Stan's answer made her jolt a bit and look at her son in surprise.
"So x equals eight?" Token questioned looking at the algebra question confused. Kyle nodded grinning at his friend. He had no idea that Token had a hard time with math. It was one of his best subjects; or at least one of the ones he found a lot easier than the rest. Kyle had straight A's in all of his classes, and didn't really have a hard time understanding any of it.
"Exactly," He whispered pushing another chip past his lips. He leaned back staring at the spackled ceiling of Token's room. His own homework lay finished in his binder.
"Huh," Token sat back from his own homework and handed it to the red head to check over. "I should have asked you for tutoring earlier." He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. Kyle shrugged glancing over the answers and comparing them to his own. He simply circled the ones where Token was off, before handing the work back to him.
"Try those again." Token nodded taking the paper, and set to work on figuring out the rest of the answers.
"So...bad day at school?" He questioned, just to get someone talking. The past hour had been in silence, as they jotted answer after answer and compared.
"You have no idea," Kyle sighed softly, brushing a hand through his hair, pushing it further under his ushanka.
"You want to talk about it?" Token sat up straighter to glance over at the jewish boy. He didn't expect Kyle to open up to him about what was going on. But when the young man hefted out a sigh and tugged out his phone, Token was in for a hell of an after noon.
"Everyone found out something I didn't want them to know," Kyle mumbled, fidgeting with his phone. "I haven't told anyone, and now I'm pretty sure the ones who know are going to hate me for forever." Token noticed the light tears of worry and frustration that built up at the corner of the green eyes.
"Well, I doubt that. There's no way Stan could ever hate you. He's so gay for you." Token chuckled, not noticing the flinch that Kyle afforded himself.
"Yeah," Kyle sighed rubbing a hand over his face. He didn't really want to talk about it. There would probably already be hell to pay at school tomorrow as Eric sent the message out. The less he had to deal with it today, the better.
"Hey, calm down dude." Token smiled softly placing a comforting hand on Kyle's shoulder. "It'll be okay."
Kyle nodded quietly glancing at Token.
Both boys jumped when Kyle's phone rang—the tone high and shrill. Sheila's name popped up across the screen. Kyle felt color drain from his face, but hit the green answer button anyway.
"Kyle Broflovski! You get home right this minute!" She screamed into the phone. Token flinched packing up Kyle's work while the redhead handled his mother. "What on earth are you thinking!? Sharon Marsh just called me and told me!"
"Mom," Kyle whined rushing to help Token. "I'll be home soon. We can talk then." He hung up on the screaming upset mother. "Oh man," He whined looking up into worried brown eyes. "I'm dead."
Sheila Broflovski was not a happy woman. Her foot tapped in anxiety as she stared at the door willing her son to walk through it. Stan sat on her couch fidgeting his fingers; a guilty look planted on his face. After Sharon had called, she sent Stan over there to show Sheila the proof. He had begged his mother not to make him go, but when it came to doing what she thought needed to be done, Sharon could be as bull headed as Sheila.
"Mom," Kyle called opening the door. He was greeted by a rather upset glare from worried green eyes on the other side of the room. "I'm home," He mumbled glancing over to his super best friend. His heart sank as he realized that Stan might have had something to do with this.
"Sit down," She pointed sharply at the spot right next to Stan. "What is this I hear that you think you might be gay?" Her chunky arms crossed over her chest. The color drained further from his face.
"Mrs. Broflovski," Stan tried to cut in, but was quickly shut up at the angry look shot his way.
"Quiet Stan," Sheila snapped, returning her glare back to her son. It wasn't that she was upset that there was a possibility that her son might be gay. On the contrary, she still loved him. It just upset her that it never crossed his mind to come talk to her. "Kyle?"
"Mom," Kyle whined, tears building up at the corner of his eyes again. Sheila felt her heart crack a little when she saw the liquid roll down her sons face. With a soft sigh, she lost the sterness and sat beside her son. It wasn't ideal, but if this was who he was, well Sheila would still love him.
"Sweety," She brushed a hand through his hair. "It's okay if you are...or if you think you are. You're a growing boy, I expect you to experiment. But don't let this define who you are okay?" She placed a soft kiss on the forehead. Kyle nodded softly staring at his hands. "Now, do you find yourself attracted to boys?" Kyle bite the inside of his lip. Of course he didn't want to admit it. It was embarassing to say something so private about himself in front of his super best friend. Especially when said super ebst friend has done nothing to deny the fears he felt.
"Alright," Sheila sighed softly hugging Kyle tightly to her chest. "Well, it could just be a phase. How about I make you two boys something to eat? I'll need to talk with your father." Sheila stood from the couch casting a last glance at the boys before heading into the kitchen.
