Alright so this is where it all takes off XP Enjoy loyal fans!
I woke up from the best sleep I'd gotten in days to a broken alarm clock and a nagging mom trying to get me to school on time. Within five minutes of stumbling groggily out of bed, I was out the door struggling with my jacket and holding a piece of buttered toast in my mouth. Leaping into my car, I sent Kyle a quick text that I was on my way, and took off down the street. I was about halfway to Kyle's house When I was hit with the memories of the previous night, specifically the part where I sorta, kinda, kissed my best firend. My heart flipped and I slammed hard on the brakes, bringing my car to a screeching halt.
"How the hell did I forget about that?" I yelled at myself in frustration. "Ugh, this is what I get for staying up so fucking late!" I smacked my head against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare.
It was normal for me to forget things when I lacked sleep. Anything from my keys, to what day it was, but I never thought I'd be tired enough to forget the intimate moment between Kyle and I the night before.
Sighing at my own stupidity, I started driving again. The closer I got to Kyle's house the more nervous I felt. What will he say? Will he say anything? Do I want him to say anything? My anxiety sky rocketed as I pulled up in front of his house and honked my horn for him. I watched as he ran out with his satchel hanging on his shoulder and a half eaten apple in hand. His mother gazed at him worriedly from the living room window as he hopped in my car, but he ignored her. He waited until I had turned off his street before he let loose.
"Dude, my mom is driving me insane!" he groaned, leaning back in his seat. "She won't leave me alone!"
"Well can you really blame her dude?" I chuckled at his over exaggerated complaints, still feeling the nervousness bubbling in my throat.
"I've told her a thousand times what happened! I hadn't taken my insulin which made me disoriented and by the time I realized what was wrong and fixed it I had wandered into a place I didn't recognize! End of story!" He made his declaration clear by putting his feet up on my dashboard and crossing his arms like a child. I chuckled at him, and then fell silent in thought.
"So…is that what we're telling people…?" I asked tentatively. His eyes darkened and, for a moment, I was afraid that I had said the wrong thing.
"Yeah…that's what I've been telling everyone." He mumbled. I nodded and kept my eyes on the road, worried that he was angry. "I'm sorry Stan." He whispered.
"What?" I was caught off guard. Why was he apologizing to me?
"I wish I could tell you the truth." He looked thoughtful, leaning his head back in his seat and staring out his window. He looked more tired than he had since he came back. "Actually I really wish I could have kept my big mouth shut yesterday so that you didn't have to deal with all of my shit. You could've been blissfully unaware of anything strange going on but…I just can't lie to you I guess."
We drove in silence for a while after that; something I hoped wouldn't happen. I glanced over at him, finding his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. I realized he was fighting off tears and sighed.
"Ky…I'm glad you opened up to me." I said firmly, wanting to get my point across. "Regardless of whether or not I know everything that's going on, you still need someone to talk to. Don't try and protect me from your burden Ky. I'm not just another friend around town, I'm not your mother, I'm Stan."
He blushed and looked up at me skeptically. "It isn't your job to save me from myself Stan." His eyes fell to his lap. I sighed and pulled into a parking place in front of the school. Turning fully to face him, I cupped his face and made him look me in the eye.
"Ky you're my Super Best Friend." I murmered, grabbing his hands in an extremely gay way, but I didn't really care. "You can't expect yourself to handle everything alone, that's what I'm here for dude."
The same unbearable urge to kiss him came over me. His eyes were glinting slightly as we stared at each other. We moved slowly closer to each other, acting entirely on instinct. His cheeks flushed and my eyes closed in anticipation.
"Hey guys!" Kenny's loud voice sent me flying up with enough momentum to slam my head against the top of my car. "You're gonna be late if you don't stop making out in there!" The blonde smirked at us and hit the hood of my car before rejoining Cartman, Craig, and Tweek a few feet away.
"Fucking Kenny." I growled, rubbing my bruised head. Kyle glanced at me, and we both blushed beet red. The urge had dulled, leaving an awkward tension that neither of us were ready to address in its wake.
Kyle laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I guess we should go. They're waiting for us you know."
"Y…yeah…guess you're right." I mumbled. We glanced at each other once more before hopping out of the car and joining our friends.
The rest of the day went on as expected. People hounded Kyle with questions, but after a particularly frightening, joint threat from Craig, Kenny, and Cartman, everyone backed off considerably. Through lunch, Cartman and Kyle bickered like they normally did, and everyone seemed to feel lighter now that Kyle was back. Now we were in the middle of the last class of the day; History, which Kyle and I shared.
Our teacher was droning on and on about World War II and the Red Scare, while we, the students, tried desperately to distract ourselves from mind numbing boredom. The girls sat in the back gossiping, Clyde was crumpling up small pieces of paper and throwing them to Token, and Kyle and I were sending texts back and forth like we always did.
Dude Wendy & Bebe r bein so annoying back here! They keep talkin about my ass! :(
I stifled my chuckles as I read Kyle's text. Glancing back at him, I saw him roll his eyes and smack his head on his desk and the girls broke out in a fit of giggles. Hiding my phone in my sleeve I messaged him back.
Its quite the ass my friend! XD Dude U wanna come over after school 2day?
It took him less than a minute to text back.
Shut up about my ass dude -_-' Yes PLZ get me away from my freakish Mom!
"Mr. Marsh." The stern voice of our teacher, Mr. Hilliard came at me from the front of the room.
I flinched ever so slightly before smiling at him, laying the charm on thick. "yes sir?"
"Would you, kindly, tell me what I just said?" he glared at me, not buying my act.
I sighed and tried desperately to remember what he had been rambling about. A loud bang behind me caught everyone's attention, and I was silently thankful for the distraction, before I looked back.
"Mr. Broflovski, what seems to be the problem?" Mr. Hilliard sounded somewhat nervous as he stared at Kyle, who had shot up in his seat, clutching the sides of his desk so hard his knuckles were white. His emerald eyes were wide and unfocused and he was pale as death. I tensed up as I took in Kyle's condition.
"Ky…?" I spoke up, trying and failing to gain his attention.
"Mr. Broflovski." Mr. Hilliard's voice was harder this time.
Kyle's eyes snapped to attention. "May I go to the bathroom please!" His voice was tense to the point of quivering.
Hilliard looked more than a little taken aback. He opened his mouth a couple of times before giving up on speaking and merely nodding to the door. Kyle took off running out of the classroom, leaving everyone stunned into silence. Before I had fully formed the thought, I was running out of class after him.
"Mr. Marsh!" Hilliard called after me, but I ignored him.
Glancing down the each end of the hallway, I followed the sound of converse smacking against the floor. As I ran down the hall, I looked at the floor, a thin trail of blood leading to the boys bathroom catching my eye. My stomach churned at the sight of the blood, and my anxiety grew painful in my chest. I burst into the bathroom, looking around for bright red hair.
"Kyle?" I called, hearing my frantic voice echoing around me. The sounds of labored breathing lead me to the last stall. "Ky…?" I was almost too scared to open the door. When I finally got up the nerve to, I found Kyle, down on the floor, curled up against the wall. He was clutching his arms and rocking back and forth. "Ky, what the-?" My words stuck in my throat and my eyes widened in horror.
Blood splotches began to appear on the back of his shirt, right above his shoulder blades. His heavy breathing became shallow screams of pain as something began to move under the fresh blood marks.
I fell back against the other end of the stall, my heart pounding under my ribs and my vision blurring. Kyle howled in agony, the sound mixing with the sound of tearing fabric. I watched, paralyzed, as three long metal blades sprouted from his back, dripping with crimson blood. His scream became so full of anguish; it knocked me out of my trance.
"Kyle!" I cried, grabbing his arm. "What's happening? What can I do? Ky talk to me!"
But, despite my plea, all he seemed to be able to do was to wail in distress. His hands clutched my shirt as more blades shredded threw his flesh. I became hysterical as I tried vainly to calm him down.
Out of the blue, he stopped screaming, and went limp in my arms. I couldn't even feel him breathing.
"Ky? Kyle?" I shook him violently, disregarding the cuts I got on my hands from the blades.
His head shot up abruptly, and he stared blankly past me. His eyes were wide and empty; the right one seemed to have a glowing, red, lining around the dilated pupil.
"Kyle?" my voice sounded far away. So much was happening and I was beginning to feel woozy.
"Mission accepted." His voice was as dead as his eyes. "Departing now."
"What…?" My voice was weak, and I felt like I was going to be sick.
Confusion was replaced with panic as we blasted through the roof of the school. I screamed in shock as the wind rushed past my face, my stomach flipped over and the breath was knocked out of me as we dived down before straightening out. It took me a moment to realize that we were flying, REALLY flying. The blades that had shredded through Kyle's skin and clothes were now acting as wings, propelling us through the sky faster than I thought possible.
I stared, bug-eyed, at the ground as it got further and further away. Kyle's hands that had been clutching my shirt in panic now held onto it with a vice-like grip. Unable to do anything else, I wrapped my trembling arms around his neck and closed my eyes tightly, gasping for air and trying not to throw up.
"Kyle! KYLE!" I screamed in his ear, trying to make him look at me. He didn't react to me in any way; he just stared straight ahead as we rocketed through the sky, leaving South Park, Colorado in the dust.
Poor Stan is just as confused as you guys are! XD maybe even more so! Reviews make me smile and smiling makes me write! :P ok that was lame but…please review!