K2: Moving On Chapter 4

That call came again today. I picked up the phone but there was no voice on the other end, only breathing. I was becoming increasingly annoyed by this.
"Okay, whoever this is, either say something or stop calling! God!" and I hung up the phone. But then something even weirder happened. They called my cell phone a few hours later. And they finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," and then the line went dead. I knew the voice, but I was having the hardest time placing it. As I struggled to remember, my phone rang again. I jumped, but smiled when I saw Kenny's picture pop up on the screen.

"Hey Kenny!" I said, smiling happily. Even though we've been together for so long, my heart still does that weird little flip every time I talk to him.
"Hey. I can't talk long 'cause I'm only on break. I was just wondering...is everything okay?" he asked. I was puzzled by the question.

"Of course! Why wouldn't it be?" I asked. I could hear Kenny sigh. "Is everything okay with you?" I wonder what's up with him...he's been a little weird lately. I mean, he did ask if I remember him ever DYING.

"Yeah, I've just got a weird feeling...I guess it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I'll call you when I get off work and we can go do something okay?"
"Okay! See you later Kenny! I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." He hung up and I smiled, closing my phone. But then I remembered the phone call I'd had just a few minutes beforehand. Maybe...Kenny somehow knew? That's the weird feeling he was having? But it was only a phone call after all. I don't even know who it was. It's probably unimportant.
I spent the day hanging out with Tweek. His and Craig's anniversary was coming up soon and Tweek was spazzing out about a gift (not surprisingly) so I offered to help him pick something out. I met him at the mall.

"GAH! H-hello Kyle." Tweek greeted me in his usual way as I approached. I smiled and waved. Same old Tweek. "How are you?"

"I'm good. So, do you have any ideas for a present?" I asked. Tweek twitched and tugged on the hem of his shirt, which was not buttoned properly.
"Ahh, uhh, no it's too much pressure! Ngh! I'm sorry for asking you to help me Kyle, but I'm not sure I could do this by myself."

"It's no problem dude, I'd be happy to help you! And it's cool, you don't have to apologize. Hmm...let's start here." I dragged Tweek around the mall for most of the day, trying to figure out what Craig would like. Finally we picked out something (I won't say what 'cause it's...uhh...private) and Tweek was very happy (even if he was slightly embarrassed to death). We went to the food court and ran into Cartman.

"Hey, you girls out on a little shopping spree?" Cartman asked, laughing and sipping a soda. Tweek flinched and I glared at Cartman. "Are you gonna get your nails done next?"

"Shut up you fat piece of shit, it's none of your goddamn business so leave us the fuck alone!" Cartman glared back at me.

"Jew!"
"Fatass!"
"Fag!"
"Son of a whore!"
"Ass fucker!"
"Butt munch!"

"GAH WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP?" Tweek yelled, surprising Cartman and myself into silence. We stared at the spazzy blonde and he pulled on his collar nervously. "You're both so loud; you're making people stare at us!" Sure enough, many people were glaring over in our direction. A mother was covering the ears of her young child, who was trying to squirm away. I smiled in embarrassment; Cartman just huffed and glared at the floor.

Tweek and I got food and sat down at a table. Unfortunately, Cartman tagged along too. "So really, what are you fags up to?" he asked. I kicked him under the table.

"K-Kyle was helping me pick out a present for Craig," Tweek answered. I gritted my teeth for the onslaught of gay bashing that was about to spew out of Cartman's fat mouth. I was surprised when none came. I looked at Cartman. He wasn't even paying attention to us anymore. I turned around to see what he was staring at.

It took me a few minutes to pinpoint the object of Cartman's attention, but then I finally spotted them. Bebe Stevens and Wendy Testaburger were passing by the food court, laughing and talking. I turned back around to stare at Cartman. He hadn't even noticed I'd noticed his drooling over them. I flicked him in the forehead, breaking his hypnosis.

"Ay Jew, what the hell was that for?" Cartman asked angrily, rubbing his forehead. I smirked at him before turning around.

"HEY WENDY! BEBE!" They stopped and looked around, trying to figure out who was screaming their names. I waved to them; they smiled and came over. "What's up?"

"Hey Kyle! Tweek! Not much, what's new with you guys?" Bebe asked. It was strange, but as Bebe matured physically, she also did so mentally. She was much less bitchy than she used to be. Wendy however hadn't changed much at all, and I know she's not very fond of me.

"Oh, not a lot. I think Cartman wanted to say something to you guys though, he was staring at you so intently after all," I mused, smiling wickedly and turning to face Cartman. His face turned red and he aimed a kick at me under the table, but I'd already pulled my legs up onto my chair.

"Oh? What do you want fatass?" Bebe asked, her tone becoming icy as she placed her hands on her hips. Her chin was raised defiantly and she tapped her foot waiting for his response.

"I don't want nothing from you skanky hoes, the Jew was just being his usual Jew-y self!" Cartman said. Bebe's eyes flashed and she grabbed Cartman by the front of his shirt, pulling him out of his seat.

"You better shut your fat mouth before I shut it for you!" she threatened, holding up her fist. Cartman laughed but looked uneasy all the same. Wendy pulled on her friend's arm, saying something about not wanting to cause a scene. Bebe sighed and shoved Cartman away from her, then smiled at Tweek and myself. "Well, I'll see you guys later! Bye!" She gave us a quick hug and left with Wendy, who did not grace us with any parting words. Cartman rubbed his throat and glared at me.

"You sneaky Jew-rat! I'll make you eat your parents!" Cartman growled. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever Cartman, that threat got old years ago. If you didn't want me to say anything you should've told me!" I said with a smirk. Tweek giggled quietly next to me.

"I wasn't even looking at them!" he snarled. I rolled my eyes at him.

"What were you looking at then, hmm?" I asked. He glared at me, choosing not to respond.

Tweek and I parted ways and I went home. I was in my room on Facebook when Kenny called me again. "Hey! I miss you! Where do you wanna meet? Stark's Pond?"

"Yeah sure that's cool," Kenny said. I smiled.

"Okay, I'll race you!" I said. I ran towards my door and threw it open, but someone was standing there, about to knock. I stared at him in horror and confusion. There's no fucking way. "...Stan?"

"Kyle!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around me and kissing me. I shoved him away and wiped my mouth off, eyes wide and slightly in shock.

"What the fuck are you DOING? And...you're here? What the fuck is going on? And why did you KISS me?" I wasn't sure which emotion I felt the strongest at that moment: anger, surprise, confusion, or fear. "Am I dreaming or something?"

"Kyle I'm here and it's real. I've missed you so much over the years...I'm so sorry I left like I did. I was an asshole. Can you forgive me?" he asked. My mouth gaped open. Okay, now I know what I'm feeling most, and it's angry.

"You're sorry? Oh, well, that's great Stan, now everything's utterly peachy!" I glared up at him. I hadn't realized how much I hated him for what he did. "You don't deserve that. You don't deserve anything from me. Take your apologies and shove them up your ass Stan, because I don't want to have anything to do with you." I made to close the door on him, but Stan shoved his way into my room, closing the door behind him and pulling me onto the bed. He sat next to me.

"Please, give me a chance! I know what I did was wrong. I was going through a really bad time. Everything just felt so shitty to me and I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry for everything. But I'm better now, and I've wanted to see you for so long! Kyle, I love you!" He kissed me again. And at that moment, I heard my door slam against the wall. I pushed Stan off me again and looked to see who stood there. Oh God...

"Kenny, this isn't what it looks like! I swear!" He just stood there, frozen. I got up and started toward him, reaching out, but he avoided my touch. Then he swiftly walked over to Stan and punched him in the face. "KENNY!"

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, YOU FUCKING KISS MY BOYFRIEND? I'LL KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Kenny screamed, grabbing Stan and throwing him to the floor. He began beating the crap out of him.

"Kenny! Kenny, stop, please!" I said, trying to pull him off Stan. He shook me off and kept at it. I caught his fist and he brought the other back to hit me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw the most tortured look on his face. "Kenny, please, let's talk about this okay?" He nodded gravely and got off Stan. Then he pulled me into a hug.

"Kyle, you're shaking like a leaf. I'm sorry I almost hit you...I'll never do that again..." I sighed into his chest and he rocked me back and forth. I heard Stan clear his throat. We both turned to him. I grimaced at the sight of him.

He was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He spat, and a bloody tooth fell onto my floor. I stared at Kenny wide-eyed. He grinned sheepishly.
I had everyone sit down and I explained the situation to them both. Even after hearing the story, they were still angry and embarrassed.

"So yeah...umm, sorry I didn't tell you about Kenny sooner Stan, and I'm sorry he kicked your ass and stuff. Kenny, sorry about the misunderstanding. So...yeah." I ducked my head. I was more embarrassed than the two of them combined. Kenny got off the bed and put an arm around me, kissing me on the cheek and smiling. Then he looked at Stan.

"Sorry I kicked the crap out of you. You gonna apologize for kissing my boyfriend?" Kenny asked. They glared at each other for a long time before Stan leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.

"No, I'm not," he said. Kenny looked mad as hell and started toward him again. Stan stood up too, fists clenched. I stepped between them, placing a hand on Kenny's chest. I didn't touch Stan.

"Guys, guys, no more fighting okay? Stan, stop being a dick and apologize to Kenny!" I said. They both sent daggers at each other with their eyes.

"Sorry Kyle but I just can't do that," Stan said, still glaring at Kenny. I was getting frustrated now too. I stomped my foot and hit him in the shoulder.

"Why the hell not?" I asked. Stan finally looked at me.

"Because I still want you and I'm not sorry that I kissed you," he said. He smiled at me. My mouth fell open. Is he serious?

"What the hell did you say Marsh?" Kenny growled. Stan didn't even look at him. I stared in shock. He looked at me expectantly. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to speak.

"I...I think you should leave..." I said when I finally found my voice. Stan sighed but agreed to do so. At the door, he turned to me one last time.

"I love you Kyle." And he left.

I lay on my bed, wrapped in Kenny's arms, thinking about everything that had happened. It still felt so surreal to me, like the faintest of dreams that cling to the edges of your subconscious. I clung onto Kenny tighter, trying to prove to myself that this was real; I dug fingers into flesh and breathed in the clean and warm scent of him. He squeezed me tight.

"It's okay Kyle. I'm here," Kenny whispered, kissing the top of my head. "I love you. I won't let Stan do anything to you." I sighed into his chest. Then I looked up at him. He smiled at me.

"Hey, how come you weren't mad at me when you saw us kissing?" I asked. Kenny chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.

"I know you Kyle and I know you'd never cheat on me. And even if I didn't believe that, I trust you more than that dickhead. I'd listen to you before jumping to the conclusion that you were cheating on me."

"Wow...you're so sure of everything. I don't know if I could be so level-headed if I had been in your position..." I said, ashamed. Kenny's so confident. I could never be like that...

"It's okay, I understand. And I'm alright with that. I love you and I'd never do anything to hurt you. Even if you can't fully accept that, some part of you does. I hope someday you can entirely believe me." I felt tears sting my eyes and I buried my face in his chest. He stroked my hair and shushed me.

"I love you Kenny."

"Kyle...I love you so much, it hurts sometimes."