How funny are Mormons, you guys? Like, fer seriously, they are so fucking amusing.
Kyle ended up not getting a say in what they watched anyway, as by the time they got down stairs Addison Flenchy had apparently thrown a fit and wouldn't shut up until Matt aloud his movie to be shown. Or at least, his choice of movie for just then. All of the movies belonged to him, it seemed.
It was called But I'm a Cheerleader, and while Kyle didn't particularly like it at all, the rest of the house seemed fond of it. Kenny later told him it was because it tended to everyone's interests, plenty of lesbians for the straight guys, and gays for the gay guys. He decided that he didn't want to watch anymore as soon as Graham and Megan began their "little sleepover" and left the meeting room, feeling uncomfortable.
He returned to his room and got back on Kenny's laptop. Stan had gone offline and so had Leroy, though Kyle couldn't recall seeing him in the meeting room. He sighed and set it back on Kenny's bed, collapsing on his own. He so didn't want to be hear.
He wanted to watch a real movie with his friends, instead of a gay one with a mass of gay guys. He wanted to be in his own room, filled with his own personal things, and being on his own computer. He wanted to eat breakfast with his family. He wanted to see Stan...
And suddenly he felt like he was going to cry. Which was stupid, because he had only been away from home for a day and hadn't exactly had a bad time. He felt like a kid. Like a little kid. Like when there would be sleepovers at birthday parties in the first grade and there was always the kid who would cry at night because they missed their mom.
But really, it was more the fact that he knew he wouldn't be able to see Stan or anyone until spring break. And that was... three months away. It was February. Kyle couldn't think of a time where he hadn't seen Stan for that long. They were best friends. They were supposed to always be together...
A tear decided on it's own to fall, and several others followed suit. And Kenny conviniently chose this time to enter the room, followed by an oh so wonderfully placed black haired "girl" who looked rather tart.
"Hey, Ky, I thought I'd come keep you company, we can- dude, are you crying? What's wrong?"
There was genuine concern in his voice and Kyle hastily wiped the tears away, embarrased. He just had to be caught crying. Just had to. It seemed to be angering the girl that his Kenny's attention was given to him and he was shaking slightly.
"Nothing's wrong, dude, I'm fine," he said quickly, slapping on a smile.
"Ooh, it's not good to bottle things up, Kylie, better go ahead and tell," said the girl promptly, apparently eager to find his weakness, should it some day come in handy.
"Er, Luci, I think it'd be better if you went back downstairs and finished up the movie," said Kenny, turning and giving him an apologetic smile. "I think Kyle and I need to talk alone. I'll see you at dinner, okay, babe? Make sure someone comes up to get us, will you?"
Luci gave a little "hmph" of disagreement but nodded. Kenny kissed his cheek and sent him downstairs before closing the door to their room.
"Alright," he said, sitting on his bed and staring seriously at Kyle. "What's up?"
"Nothing, dude, really, it's stupid..." insisted Kyle, not meeting his eyes, for fear that his were red, or more accurately that he wouldn't be able to look away.
"Not if you're crying about it, come on," persisted Kenny. "Did one of the guys try something on you, or was someone a jerk, or what? 'Cause I'll put them in their place-"
"No, no, it's nothing like that!" said Kyle quickly. "I just... I miss Stan..."
"Ohhh," said Kenny, as if having a great realisation. "So that's it. Only one day, huh?"
"Well, it's not like-"
"You're gunna get to see him for a while, yeah, I know. I totally understand, dude, I cried a bunch when I left South Park. I didn't know if I'd ever even see you guys again, since we had no way to keep in contact. It wasn't like when I died, 'cause then I knew I'd be back and everything would be fine. Stan's your best friend and you've never been without him for more than a week or so. You have every right to cry."
Kyle blinked at him and suddenly felt a little guilty. He hadn't cried at all when Kenny had left. He didn't think anyone had. Kenny probably knew that, too. But Kenny had cried for them, and now he was telling him it was okay to cry about Stan.
"I'm sorry," he said without thinking.
"For what, dude?" asked Kenny exasperatedly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yeah, but..." Kyle stopped. It was probably sort of mean to tell Kenny they hadn't cried about him straight up. "Nevermind. Thanks, Ken, but you can go watch the movie if you want."
"Nah, I came up here to keep you company," said Kenny, giving him a smile. "No doubt you could use it. Plus I've seen that movie so many times I've lost count. Addie loves it and if Addie wants something, he gets it."
"Why?" asked Kyle, surprised Matt would give in to one person.
Kenny shook his head and held out his arms. "C'mere."
"Why?" asked Kyle cautiously.
"'Cause I'm gunna rape you. I'm letting you sob your heart out to me, retard, what do you think?"
"Dude, I'm not a chick," said Kyle, giving him an amused smile. "I don't need someone to sob my heart out to."
"Sure ya do," argued Kenny. "Just c'mere."
Kyle sighed and slid off his bed, climbing onto Kenny's and staring at him with a raised eye brow. Kenny grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap in a tight hug. Kyle gave a little gasp of alarm at the sudden affection, and he just sat there stifly. But there was something about the way he felt in his arms that made him relax.
Kenny was built well, and his strong arms gave him a feeling of... security? He didn't think that was it, but he couldn't think of the exact word. He was warm and so big compared to Kyle's small frame. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around his back and rested his head on his shoulder.
He felt a sudden flutter in his stomach and he gave a small shudder. Was that because he wasn't used to being held so close to someone. Yes, that must be it. He body was unused to the feeling and didn't know how to react. But it happened again as Kenny's hand rached his head and began stroking his hair. That was... because Stan did that sometimes. Stan had expressed that he loved the feeling of Kyle's hair multiple times. He was just missing Stan and that reminded him of him.
He felt himself tear up again. Somehow Kenny sensed this and held him even tighter. He gulped and clentched his fists around the back of his shirt. "Shhh," soothed Kenny patiently as he let out a small whimper.
And he sat there, sobbing quietly into Kenny's shoulder as he held him and stroked his hair. He didn't know how long it was, but somewhere along the line he stopped crying and they stayed in the same position. Kyle didn't want to move. There was that feeling... he still couldn't place it.
But around 6:00 a knock came at their door and Kyle quickly climbed off of him. Kenny walked to the door and opened it. It was Mykyel, come to tell them they were heading down for dinner. They followed him down and Kyle privately pondered why his face felt warm.
So, like, you guys remember Gary, right? The mormon kid who wanted to have sexy time with Stan? Yeah, him. I LOVE that kid. O-O Like seriously, I watched Latter Days the other day at a gay movie marathon (amazing movie, so cute) and I was like MORMONS! O: So I rewatched All About the Mormons? and was like HEHEHEHEHE. O3O So I really wanted to write something Gary/Stan but my fics currently... WFNPF is almost done and it's pretty much been settled on Style. CGVP isn't goin' anywhere any time soon and I just can't see Gary in it anyway. So I thought how I could put him in this (WTF, right?) and I actually came up with an idea. O: But I won't be able to put it in till WAY later, and I wanted to write it NAO! But I didn't want to start a whole new story about it and then I was like, OH. O-O I'm doing a 100 themes challenge. Freaking DUH, right? So I went and vented it on a oneshot and now I feel much better. But I'm still gunna put it in SLA. Eventually.
So like, this chapter is really short, but I kind of like it. X3 It makes me smile.
I've started school so my progress will be stunted. Now would be a good time to tell you that you're reading the creepy thoughts of a 15 year old. That explains so much, doesn't it? Anyway, theatre! I will be finding out if I got cast in The Crucible tomorrow and if I didn't I'll be doing crew, so really no less time will be taken. :D
Reviews, please~?
