Starting Note: It's time for another chapter. I don't know why, but I really, really felt like writing. I think it's because I am so incredibly stressed out by some people. In other news, the reason for late updating is because my Internet got cut out because I got grounded. Gah! Oh well, I'll get over it. On the plus side, I got the fabric that I need to make cosplay costumes and my dress designs! Yay! Anyway, that's irrelevant to the story. Reviews are wanted dead or alive, just kidding. But if you do review, it is appreciated. Enjoy the chapter. This story is a Stan/Kyle (Style) story and contains yaoi (boy/boy romance). If those things aren't your cup of tea, kindly leave now. If you like this sort of thing, keep on reading. This story is rated M for mature due to coarse language, sexual content, and ideologically sensitive material.
Token sighed lightly, wrapping his muscular arms around Wendy's petite, curvy figure. He nuzzled his chin into the crook of her neck, kissing her jaw softly.
"I'm going to miss you when I move, Babe," came the teen's slightly raspy voice.
"I'm going to miss you, too. Why do you have to move all the way to Hawaii?"
"I told you," Token began, running his hands over Wendy's still relatively flat stomach. "I have a really good job offer. I'll be sending you money for the baby, but until I can get home we'll get Stan to think this is his baby. You need somebody to take care of you and the baby while I'm gone, Wendy."
Wendy sighed softly, she had never been the dependent type, but this wasn't about her. This was about the unborn baby that was currently growing inside of her. She had to do what was best for the baby, even if this may not be the best thing, it was better than nothing.
"I… I know, Token. But, can we really expect Stan to believe this is his child?"
"He'll have no choice but to think it's his. Even if he doesn't believe it, he'll still think enough of the child to take care of you," Token muttered lightly, resting his chin on Wendy's shoulder. "Just until I save up enough money to move back home and be with you and the baby."
Stan fumbled with the door knob for a brief moment before finally getting the bathroom door opened. He walked out into the hallway, trying to erase the look of guilt on his face. Guilt? He wasn't guilty of anything. Why did he feel so guilty, when he obviously wasn't guilty of anything that was happening. All of this was Wendy's fault, not his.
"S-Stan?" Kyle questioned, standing outside of the raven-haired adolescent's bedroom, his emerald eyes looking almost like a kitten's, wide and innocent, yet holding a twinge of worry.
"Oh, Kyle," the blue-eyed teen responded, jumping a little as he looked up from the floor to come face-to-face with his crush. "Kyle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just… I'm worried about you, Dude. You've been acting weird lately. Did I do something wrong?"
"What? No," Stan quickly spoke with a soothing voice, moving his hands to rest on Kyle's shoulders. "What makes you think that?"
"I… I don't know," Kyle lied softly, shrugging slightly and fidgeting with his ushanka. He twitched softly at the feeling of Stan's strong hands resting on his fragile shoulders. "Let's just get back to studying, okay?"
"Sure. Hey, do you want anything to drink or anything?" The taller of the two boys asked, forming his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone-like echo. "Mom!"
"Oh, your mom went out," the redhead stated bashfully, climbing back onto Stan's bed, wriggling around to get comfortable. He rested his back against the cool wall and sighed lightly, looking about the room. "She had to go to the store. She said we'd be fine here alone for awhile, but we have to study."
"O-oh, okay," Stan replied with a low whisper, moving to sit next to Kyle on the bed, mocking the way the redhead sat. "So, here we are."
"Y-yup," the Jewish boy sighed, looking to the blanket on the bed, picking at a lose thread. "Well, I guess we should get to studying then?"
Stan felt the tension in the room growing thicker, judging by the look on Kyle's face, he could feel it too. You couldn't saw through the tension with a chainsaw, even if you wanted to. Matching the tension, awkwardness also came into play.
"Actually, I was kind of wanting to just talk," Stan muttered out, almost hoping Kyle wouldn't hear him.
"Oh? What about?" Came Kyle's response, which was in just as low of a whisper as Stan's statement had been.
"Kyle, I think I lo-"
Kyle quickly perked up, looking over to his best friend. His eyes were wide and his face a slight shade of pink. His hand moved lightly to Stan's knee as they both leaned in closer to each other.
"Stan?"
Staring deep into Kyle's bright eyes had the seventeen-year-old mesmerized. His body slightly shook as he could feel the redhead's warm breath on his face. He leaned in a little closer, his nerves building. His anxiety was going through the roof and his heart palpitated at top speed.
Kyle's body shook softly, matching Stan's trembles. He froze as the tip of his nose pressed ever-so-slightly against Stan's. That's when everything came tumbling down. The raven-haired teen pulled away rather abruptly, causing Kyle's heart to feel a slight twinge of pain.
"We should study."
"B-but," the redhead sighed, frowning softly, his eyes once again resembling that of a sad kitten. "I... I want-"
"Kyle."
That was what Stan had been waiting for. The Jew didn't even have to finish the statement for the raven-haired boy to understand that his feelings toward Kyle had been a mutual one. He softly moved a shaky hand to the side of Kyle's neck, caressing softly with his thumb.
"Stan."
Ending Note: Okay, this is kind of lame considering how long I've been on hiatus, which has been for over a month now. That's not good. But I have had a lot of stuff going on and my life has just went to crap recently. But, things are starting to look up again, so I decided to kick it back into gear with writing. I hope this chapter wasn't too much of a letdown. Also, I didn't do much proofreading since it's late and I'm exhausted. Hopefully you all enjoyed it. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for chapter five.