A Peek at Crestview

Kyle was claustrophobic; this was a fact that plagued him since he was fourteen and (His super-self-fulfilling bitch of a mother locked him into the dry pantry for the day. It was do much motherly love towards her gay son) made most small areas impossible to tackle. Such as the elevator in their own old apartment or as the current case may be; riding in the van. This isn't to say that the van wasn't roomier in fact, Kyle could have stretched out completely but it wouldn't have mattered.

The fact that they were currently into the third hour in the bug heading up the mountain from South Park was grinding on him. This added to the fact that what started out as a four lane highway and narrowed into one lane and the guard rail, which had run on Kyle's side of the car, vanished a few miles back. Every pop of the engine or whine of the clutch sent the older man clinging for both his husband and child. Because, in the elder redheads mind they were all hated by God and therefore targets. The Jew, the Fag and the unbaptized child; they were a great big target for a landslide (or a truck to ram them off).

Sean turned and looked as his pop with a funny look and said "It's okay Pop, we are almost there."

"Yeah Kyle," Stan said as the downshifted around the corner, "The employee parking is up ahead."

Kyle arched his eyebrow at his lover's statement.

"Yeah there is but it's a long ass haul to the hotel and we have to walk." Stan said answering the unasked question, "And why is that Sean?"

Sean's nose scrunched up as he thought up an answer; then clear as glass his Daddy's thoughts rained in. His small face lit up like a light bulb and he began to speak. "Because Mister Hannon is a cheap son of a bit-"

" What!?What!?What!? Stan, why are you telling him things like that?" Kyle snapped; hand still over his son's mouth. "You'd better swallow the rest of that word, Young man."

"Wow Kyle, be any more like your mother?" Stan muttered.

Kyle's face grew pale and flushed at the idea that he had just mimicked his mother's most common form of address the words that killed his face. Kyle supposed that was being over dramatic but his poor father had put up with the fat dragon for over 25 years of marriage and he guessed that finally the bitching had become too much for him. Otherwise Kyle didn't think many people would take a power drill to their ear.

And it takes sheer dedication to take it to the other one afterwards.

The memory that Kyle hadn't attended his father's own funeral just to avoid his mother barely made him cringe as Stan pulled off the road and into a nearly abandoned parking lot. Stan pulled the ancient van into an empty space and threw it into park swiftly. The two men and one boy got out of the car with a slow grace, cracking stiffness out of their joints from the long time in transit. After a few minutes of stretching themselves out, Kyle turned his head towards the hotel that would be his home for the next three and a half month of his life.

Kyle was stunned

It wasn't that the Crestview was large; no in fact to call it large would actually be offensive. The sheer shadow that it cast from up its hill reached out like a hand and tried to claw at their ankles. The copper-red roof blended into the autumn trees that filled the back drop of the Crestview's image. His eyes as well as Stan's fell to the path which lay out in front of them like a twisted joke version of the wizard of oz.

(fuck that is gonna be a long walk I mean Christ could that cheap prick put it any farther away from the building)

Sean smiled lightly as that quick thought leaked out of both his Daddy and his Pop's head at the same time. But what had captured the young boy attention was not the path with they were going to have to go up but the three figures coming back down the path. They were all male, it could be figured out from their voices.

"David, Ryan" The man in back called, "slow down you asshole we got the whole winter to be away from this place."

The boys were a good ten feet in front of the other man and Sean could see them more clearly than the one in back. They walked with purple collared polo shirts thrown over their shoulders; one had hair that sprung out from his head the same way and color as his Pop the difference was that his Pop would never have been caught in a Denver Nuggets jersey or any jersey for that matter. (David)The other boy looked like a smaller version of his Daddy only his Daddy despised dressy shirts; well actually any shirt that could be buttoned up. Which was what this boy was wearing (Ryan)

Suddenly without even trying the area around them exploded into color, from Ryan's head a sharp green billowed out and twisted in together with a cool blue that fuses back into David's red hair. But that wasn't strange in signified the two boys were in fact twins; what Sean saw as strange was the large pink ribbon that pulsed out from both boys chest. It made seeing them almost impossible as they were surrounded by it like a cocoon of pink; only true love made that.

The pair passed by Sean with little acknowledgement but their friend came into view. He was somewhere between Daddy and Pop's height and the black shirt matched his shaggy hair, the longish bangs had been pulled away from his glasses whose thin frame boxed in kind blue eyes. Then unlike the boys, Sean tried to see his mans ribbon. The world became a negative when he did it, the man turned into a shadow what continued to move; first it had no ribbon what-so-ever but then from his head, heart and every other part of his body orange ribbon spilled out into and image of a huge bird. Heat poured off of the bird and the whole thing burst into fire before the world returned to normal.

"Cute kid." The man muttered as he walked past Sean.

Stan and Kyle who had been engrossed in the upcoming task didn't notice the flush that had broken out along with the cold sweat. Turning back around Stan smiled at Sean, the boy tried to smile back and hoped it passed off for on. It did even though he could still feel the heat in the center of him; Sean had never seen that happen with any person he tried to open. It made the boy even more uneasy about this hotel.

"You ready champ?" His Daddy asked him.

Sean couldn't bring himself to lie so he just shook his head violently.