IV: Explanations

The next day, Stan awoke to find he was holding something warm and soft. He moaned as he held the object in his arms. He started becoming aware of the things around him. There was a blinding light, and it was hurting his eyes. Fucking sun. He hated it. It was always inconvenient. He tried to roll over and get more comfortable, but he had something in his arms, and didn't want to ruin the nice feeling.

"Fucking go away!" Stan finally shouted as he threw one of his extra pillows at the sun. It only made the blinds get out of place, and the sun brighter. "Aw, aw!" Stan shouted waking fully.

"Stan don't worry." Said a voice making him jump. "Jus' close the blinds all the way."

Kenny sat up with Stan and they stared at each other. "Oh shit!" they both shouted as they saw the other staring.

"Uh…" Kenny didn't know what to say.

"Dude, it's one in the afternoon." Stan said bitterly. "Shelly's probably…" he stopped. "shelly!" he whispered. "What if she saw us?" he asked looking at Kenny frantically. "She still comes in and checks on me to see if I'm home sometimes." He explained. "Oh man she is gonna laugh at me for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry." Kenny said yawning. "I'm sure everything is going to be okay."

"Kenny you don't understand!" Stan shouted. "I'm not gay!" he proclaimed. "You may be gay, but I'm not. You can choose what sexually satisfies you, but I have to be straight. You don't have a family who cares about you! I do!" he shouted not realizing what he was saying was hurting the other boy to no ends. "What happened between us today didn't mean anything!" Stan shouted. "Not a damn thing. Kenny, you're just a dude."

"Thanks." Kenny said smiling at his friend. He got up and put all his clothes back on. "I appreciate the honesty." He said smirking. And without saying a word, he left.

Stan didn't have the heart or the energy to chase after him. He didn't think he could handle going out there right now if his sister was out there, and especially if she had seen.

Half an hour later he was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. He heard footsteps, and a figure came into the room. He turned around and saw Shelly standing there.

"Well, well, well." She said smiling. "Turns out fatass was right." she said smiling brightly at her brother. "Football players _are gay." She said smiling.

"What do you want in order for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked.

"I want you to go and find Ken, and apologize to him." She said bitterly.

"What?" Stan asked confused. "I didn't do anything."

Shelly repeated everything that Stan had said, word for word. Stan gasped as it sank into him why Kenny had left almost in tears.

There was a knock at the door. It was probably Kenny! Stan got to the door, and looked through. It was Kyle. He looked very angry. Stan stood there silently for twelve seconds.

"Open the door, Stanley." Kyle said bitterly. "I can see your shadow."

Fucking light. Stan thought as he opened the door. "What?" he asked.

"I want to know what gave you the right mister!" shouted Kyle as he ran into the room and threw himself on Stan. "I have just as much right to beat the shit out of you for what you did to me!" he shouted. "Why on the day I had an interview for Boulder!" he asked as he began to draw his hand back to slap Stan.

Stan took a picture out of his coat and showed it to Kyle. Kyle instantly went red.

"Yeah…," he said sadly. "About that…"

"Now we're even." Muttered Stan standing up before Kyle could hit him.

"Hey at least it turned out okay." Kyle said bitterly. "You and Kenny can flirt all you want now." He said as he noticed Stan wince.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked looking at his friend. Stan looked like he was about to throw up.

"Nothing's wrong." Stan said looking at Kyle with a pleading look. "What makes you think something's wrong?" he asked.

"I said the comment I said about Kenny and you winced. When someone winces, it usually means something is wrong." Kyle explained.

"Nothing is wrong. Just leave it alone."

"I went to see if Kenny was home and he wasn't." Kyle explained.

"Or he was smart enough to avoid your ass." Stan said as he turned away. "If you don't mind, Kyle." He said motioning to the door. "I feel like shit today and would like to be left alone."

"I am going to make you tell me what the hell is up." Kyle said bitterly as he walked to the door. "I'm not kidding, Stan." He said before he closed the door and left.

"If you don't look for Ken—" Shelly started.

"Shut your mouth." Stan said as tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't need you telling me what to do."