A/N: THIS STORY IS BACK BABEH! Okay, so after the long break I took from the website, I read over this story and I thought, wow, these were good times, huh? And better still, I didn't forget my fucking login credentials! Yay for unexpected memory! So, enjoy!
Kyman: 4
Style: 2
KYLE'S POV
I let out a sigh as I left the hospital to walk home, my breath billowing up in a small white cloud. As much as I loved him, Cartman could really be a stupid and reckless asshole sometimes. He really could have been severely injured or worse, killed. A sharp pang of anguish hit my chest as I thought of him dying. Even if we weren't dating, I still would have needed him.
If he died, there was nothing that could even hope to replace him. Even without Stan, who was my best friend in the whole wide world, and even if my mother didn't approve…I didn't care. As long as he was around, I would be happy. But, I still couldn't shake off this weird feeling that I could forgive Stan.
I stopped in my tracks. Could I really forgive him? It had been about a month since we split up, and I hadn't seen him much. Not even at school. Guilt pricked at me as I thought about how many times he had tried to get me to forgive him…and I remembered everything we had been through, thick and thin.
He wasn't always there, and didn't always understand me, but does he really still care about me? Does he really feel remorseful for what he's done to me? I contemplated that for a good five minutes. Maybe I should try to rekindle our friendship as well, I thought, I just want to put this drama behind us so that I don't have to be so bitter towards him for the rest of my life.
"Hey, look out!"
The next thing I knew, I was grabbed from behind and dragged backwards. "Huh?!" I yelped, my back coming into contact with someone's chest and stomach. I looked up to see what they had pulled me back for. I was just about to walk straight into a busy road, full of cars. Shit, was I really that lost in thought?!
"U-Uh, thanks…" I murmured, my cheeks growing red from embarrassment. I craned my neck to see who it was, and speak of the devil. It was Stan. He had his arms wrapped in a tight grip around my waist and my head was in the crook of his neck. After a while of staying in that awkward position, I finally spoke up.
"S-Stan, I have a boyfriend…"
(I had to do that. It was mandatory.)
"Yeah, yeah, I know…"
He let me go and we took a few steps away from the road. "You really can be so clumsy sometimes, you know that?" he sighed. "Whatever, Stan…" I muttered, my face still feeling awkwardly hot, "B-But, anyways…I was just thinking that maybe…I could forgive you." his eyes lit up. "Really? You mean it?" he asked.
"Of course, Stan. I just want us to be friends again." I replied, smiling. I was suddenly pulled into a crushingly tight hug. "I won't let you down again Kyle…" he promised, oblivious to the fact that I was kind of being suffocated. "Gah…Stan…t-too…tight…" I yelped, wriggling in his hold. "Huh? Oh, sorry." He pulled away.
"So…I heard Cartman got struck by lightning. Is he alright?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, he's fine, thank God." I said, with a small smile. "Oh, okay, that's good." He replied. He didn't sound too glad about it, though. Stan, I'll be goddamned if you fucking hoped he would die! I thought, keeping my cheerful demeanor outwardly yet growling on the inside.
"You wanna come with me to visit him tomorrow?" I offered. "Sure dude!" he replied, smiling. "Alright then. It's kind of late, so we'd best get home." I told him, looking at the darkening sky. "Yeah, I'll walk you there."
After we walked back to my house together, we decided to play some video games for a bit. As we sat on the couch, mashing buttons on our controllers, I found myself happier than I'd ever been since last month. Things between Stan and I had finally been cleared up, and we were friends again.
But…
END OF CHAPTER
A/N: Cliffhangerrrrrrrrrrr. Anyways, see you next chapter!
Love,
N3k0-Chn the 2nd
