AN: Thanks for the reviews Bloody Aussie! MaybeVADER … Did you call me your son, or did you misspell soon?:P Thanks for your review too!
Oh, and if anyone's wondering what the significance of the title is… It means that I don't have a title for this story yet! As soon and I find the perfect one, I'll fix it, but until then…
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Chapter 4: Stanley Ponders and Kenny Wanders
"Dude…" Stan sighed as he fell backwards onto his bed. He was filled with confusion, not because of the news report of a few minutes ago, although the rest of his family was a little nervous. He knew Satan and Bush would probably get into some hijinx, but what could the two of them do that Satan and Saddam couldn't? And they had already defeated that threat, so what's the big deal... No, he was confused about what might have happened had his dad not interrupted him and Kyle before.
"We would have kissed. I would have kissed him, and he would have kissed me back… But why? We're not gay… Are we? I'm not! … Ugh, God dammit." Stan rolled over and buried his face into his pillow.
He groaned and moaned into his favorite headrest for three and one quarter minutes, before rolling himself off the bed and began pacing. "Alright Self, lets think about this rationally. Are we… Me… Ahem. Am I gay?" He asked himself, confusing himself with the pronouns.
"Lets see… I went out with Wendy for a while after liking her for so freaking long. After she dumped me for freaking Token, I was totally depressed and Butters of all frickin people shook me out of it. I've always thought Bebe was kinda hot, and a couple other girls as well… Any guys? I… don't think so. I mean, I've never let my eyes wander in the locker room or anything… I always get nervous in there a bit, for some reason… Why? ... UGH! Too complicated. How bout just Kyle…
"Kyle… We've been best friends for like twenty thousand years! Ever since that day I got lost and found my way to Stark's Pond and found him sitting there crying. I hugged him. Why did I do that? Seems so gay, thinking about it now… But it helped him, and we became best friends. I wouldn't give that up for anything. I love Kyle!" Stan stopped moving after this exclamation.
"I… Love Kyle? I do. But, in what way?" Stan sighed again and walked over to his desk. He picked up a picture frame that sat on it, and gazed into it. It was of him and Kyle at the beach two summers ago. He and Kyle had their arms over each other shoulders, grinning into the camera, while Cartman looked like he was trying to drown Kenny in the background. Stan couldn't help but smile, and he also couldn't stop his eyes from wandering to Kyle pale bare chest. He looked higher, at Kyle's cute freckles, his hair that looked so soft, and then at his eyes, green as emeralds, holding so much warmth and kindness. Stan could just get lost in those eyes…
Stan shook his head, snapping himself out of his funk. He looked down, noticing his jeans were feeling a little tight. "Aww dammit."
Then he smiled a small, secret smile as he shook his head lightly and breathed a swift breath out his nose in amusement. "I am totally gay for Kyle."
Kenny walked the streets of South Park after seeing the news report through a store window. He could care less, really. Satan wasn't all that bad a guy, just let himself get influenced too much sometimes. Like by that damn Saddam Hussein. But he's gone now, so who cares. Bush was a moron, there was no harm that could come of this.
He walked past Tom's Rhinoplasty, noticing it was closed. 'Hmh. Stan's mom must have gone home, what with the news thing.' Kenny thought to himself.
'Doubt anyone's at my house. Old Man's probably out drunk or getting laid, Mother's probably out scoring some dope or some shit, and Kevin. Fuck only knows where the hell he might be. And didn't I have a sister at some point.' He stopped by a light pole, pondering... Then shrugged and continued on his walk.
Kenny had told his friends that he was going home, but he had no intention of going to his place until long after the sun had set. There was no point. There was nothing to do, they had no TV, few working faucets, the walls were crumbling, beds were broken, tables missing legs, chairs without backs… And if Kenny's parents were home, they'd be in no mood to do anything with him; other then maybe beat him again or something. 'Home is worse then Hell… At lease there, you got what you deserved, what you should be getting, for ending up in that place. But someone's home… My home…'
Kenny sighed as his feet kept moving him forward. By now, he had walked clear out of town, and into the forest. Kenny liked it out here; it was so peaceful, so quiet, filled with all forms of animal life that never knew pain or strife like he did. He came to this place as much as he could without arousing suspicion. He pulled off his hood, something he'd never do in public, but here he felt no fear, no judgment. Here, he could be himself.
As he was walking, Kenny started hearing things, strange things not normally heard in this forest. He had no idea what that sound was, kind of like clacking and whispered voices, maybe. And it was coming from the direction he was walking in.
As he continued forward, the voices got louder, and he could see a faint red glow. The blond haired boy could almost hear what the voices were saying; they were coming from the clearing fifty feet ahead.
But the words Kenny heard didn't make much sense. "Soon." "Three dees." "Ten" "Oool it all." The blond crept forward slowly, hearing more strange words and word fragments, and as he finally got to the tree line of the clearing, he heard a big 'whoosh'.
The voices were gone, as was the red glow. He peeked from behind a tree and saw… Nothing. 'Weird… Pshh, probably some cult or something. Gingers have been growing in numbers lately... Whatever, who gives…' Kenny thought to himself as he kept walking. As he passed through the clearing, though, he got a really weird feeling, almost as if he was being watched. He turned in place, but of course saw nothing.
"Watch it, McKormick, you're startin to lose it…" Kenny said to himself as he kept walking, forgetting all about the abnormal stuff he thought he heard coming from the clearing which he himself created about eight years ago, destroying that future-telling device the boys had stolen from the girls…
AN: Sooo sorry for the Kenny-angst! But it's necessary! I'll update soon, I've got big, happy plans for this story. No writer's block for me and this story:D (UPDATE: Lol at my own AN)
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Oct. 25: I found the perfect title! Ch.5 soon to come!
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