Title: The Beginning
Author: Mrpointyhorns
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Stan/Kyle
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Kyle and Stan are just beginning a relationship when they're told unnerving news, it may or may not be true, however it may or may not ruin the relationship.
One Day Ten Months and Fifteen Years Later+
As Kyle began to stir from sleep, the redhead's mind began to work before his senses came in. It was Saturday, that was clear as no alarm woke him. He immediately assumed that he was on the floor. He tended to find himself on the bedroom floor of one of his friends on Saturday mornings; usually Stan's but sometimes Cartman's or Butters's.
However, as his senses began to wake Kyle began to realize that he was not on a floor, or in a sleeping bag. In fact he was in a bed, but not his. One deep breath and he realized. "Fuck."
"Good morning to you, too," Stan, of course it was Stan.
Kyle turned to his back and opened his eyes, the blinds were closed so the room was fairly dark and his eyes adjusted quickly. They landed on Stan.
He stood in front of his door in a towel. Early rising Stan was already showered. Kyle scanned the floor. None of their other friends had stayed.
Kyle's mouth suddenly felt dry, he tried to swallow but it hurt. He was used to Saturday mornings filled with sleepy, smelly, swearing boys. It was never, not for the longest time, just him and Stan. Probably just the luck of the draw, it was bound to happen eventually, but it made Kyle nervous.
"God, fuck," Kyle repeated, well maybe the swearing was not missing this morning.
Stan ignored his friend's language. He hurried to put on something a little more decent. After a quick towel dry he turned his computer chair to face his bed. "Sorry, I still feel dirty after locker room showers. They tend to be more towel smacking and less soapy."
Kyle narrowed his eyes darkly. He wanted to hunt down each and every towel snappers and gorge their eyes out. Instead he simply stated: "Oh. Stan- what happened to everyone?"
"After the game we went to grab some pizza. There were so many people there that after we were finished you suggested that we head here. So we, you, Cartman, Kenny, Butters, and me all came here. We watched some old movies, until Butters's parents called so he had to go, and Kenny decided to go with him, because he's trying to expand his horizons, and Cartman went with Kenny to make sure that he did not expand his horizons. You were basically a sleep by that point, so I let you stay on my bed." Stan explained.
"Oh. Stan-where did you sleep?" Kyle's eyes fell to Stan fairly messy floor. There was no clean spot that was human shaped.
"Well not on the floor," Stan made a face. "It's my room. The bed's big Kyle, are you upset?"
The redhead shook his head quickly in short movements. "No. I just wanted to make sure, before I uh- hear it from somewhere else."
"Right," Stan grinned towards his best friend. "So, want to get some breakfast. I think that new Denny's opened last weekend."
"Great! I love Denny's." Kyle still dressed from the night before rolled out of Stan's bed. He rushed towards the bathroom to finger brush his teeth quickly.
"Wait, Kyle," Stan stopped him midway down the hall. Kyle paused, turning to grin back at his best friend. "That was pretty cool what you did at the game last night. It made me feel really good."
"No problem Stan, you deserved it." Kyle was glad that Stan knew that he had started that cheer. He was Stan's biggest fan.
"Yeah, well the coach, his son is the normal quarterback so he didn't think so. He really ripped into me for showing his son up last night. It made me feel terrible, but I just kept thinking Kyle thinks I'm great—well anyway it really helped me." Stan dropped his gaze.
Kyle had to think fast, boys did usually talk like this, but obviously this early morning, alone time, was not usually so talking like this was acceptable. Still he had to say something. "You are great. You should never feel bad about doing your best no matter who you're showing up." There, that was perfect, praising enough, but nothing too sappy. Stan as emotional as he could be would accept it as casual.
Stan did. He beamed brightly. "Thanks Kyle. I'm glad we had this conversation. Hurry up and get ready Kenny said they'd met us."
Kyle flushed brightly. Even though Stan's words were not remarkable, the way Stan looked at him, as though he had never been happier in his life, made Kyle feel more amazing, more alive then he had ever felt in his entire life.
As he finger brushed his teeth Kyle hoped to achieve that perfect smile again, soon. He also hoped that Stan would smile like that for no one else, although others may see it, they could only see it if Stan was smiling at him. Kyle hoped that his hope was not foolish.