A/N - Thank you anon reviewer :P I went back and changed a lot of the dialog layout, sometimes I forget to actually pay attention to it but most of the chapters after chapter 1 were laid out alright :P But anyway I am pretty happy with this chapter 3 and loving the story, hope you all are ^^ I'm really proud of it but anyway... on with the fun :3
~Sick, caught in a moment of weakness
Here be the greatest of all
Soul, half of my soul
Now it's to late for you
I judge as my eye see
I judge and die unjust
For I speak of the beast that lives in all of us
Unwelcome ones, your time has come~
Kenny was round at Kyle's today to finish of the Biology project they had due for tomorrow, both boys were working hard on it neither talking for hours, only listening to the sound of Kyle's Ipod. The song changed causing the ginger to glance in the direction of the speaker he looked out the window though and caught a glimpse of two dark haired people walking past his house. He knew who they were without further inspection; they normally walked past his house around this time to see each-other off to their own homes. He rolled his eyes at their interlocked hands. Pretending was getting really old for him, and he knew it. He mouthed out 'So glad you're both still so pleased' sarcastically to himself.
'An older version of me is she perverted like me would she go down on you in a theatre'
Kyle stared out his window, watching Stan hand-in-hand with Wendy as the song played on his Ipod. He scoffed as Wendy's lips barely made it to Stan's cheek with a kiss before she turned away in a pathetic blush. What was that? Kyle almost broke into laughter watching this pitiful display. It was almost insulting to him that Stan accepted such meek display of affection from her and not see the potential he had to offer him
'Does she speak eloquently and would she have your baby I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother'
The song continued, Kyle watching Wendy's attempts to seem mature and graceful. The way she moved as she spoke made it obvious just how much she was trying to seem intelligent, but her intelligence had long past. She giggled, rubbing Stan's head gently. Moments later she seemed to be lecturing him. Kyle scowled at the sight, how on Earth did Stan tolerate her constant nagging? Parents weren't even as strict as she was. Actually, Kyle chuckled inwardly at the thought of Wendy drilling her children.
'Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no'
Stan looked towards the house for a moment as Wendy clung to him. Kyle smirked devilishly, knowing that Stan was thinking, and only wished Stan would now be ready to return his feelings…
They stopped walking and Kyle stared at them again. Stan seemed to almost be yelling at her for a moment, but that wasn't possible. Stan say anything rude to the 'princess'? Kyle almost cheered as Wendy turned away from Stan, angrily crossing her arms and pouting. She pulled away as Stan tried to wrap his arms around her. Kyle, wearing a huge ass smile decided he ought to go out and pay a visit to the two. Kenny not questioning anything as the smaller male got up to leave; he kept his head down and searched for the end of his project
"Stan." Kyle said, trying to hide the smugness of his voice. He walked over to his 'friend', "Is there a problem?" He asked innocently as if he was unaware of what was going on.
"Wendy's just being kind of…" Stan trailed off. Wendy turned to him quickly, fury in her eyes.
"Kind of what?" She snarled.
Kyle tilted his head, frowning at Wendy, "Really? Well, what did he do?"
Wendy went off, ranting about all of Stan's flaws. Kyle's expression changed to anger. It wasn't right; Stan chose this angry, nagging, nit-picky bitch over him. He sighed and turned away, for a moment…. And next thing he knew, he was back facing Stan and Wendy, all made up and hugging again.
"Glad to see you made up." Kyle said dully. He felt that it was now a loss. He could no longer enjoy watching their fight because now they were happy and lovey-dovey again. Right in front of his face. "We really haven't talked in a while, Stan. You seem like you've been pretty good." Kyle faked a joyful voice, trying not to show his internal depression.
"Yeah, man. What about you?" Stan asked, he acted like they hadn't spoken in years, though in reality it was about two weeks.
"Not so great." Kyle replied bitterly, depression forming itself back into anger, why would Stan care anyway, it was weird though, having Stan asking him how he had been. His 'super-best friend' didn't know him much anymore. Kyle remembered Stan saying he'd always know Kyle more than anyone else would, that was a lie.
"Really, dude?" Stan asked. He actually sounded like he cared; he even let his arm fall from holding Wendy close to himself. "Wendy… I'll catch up in a bit… I need to talk to Kyle, guy to guy, you know?" Stan told his girlfriend, earning himself a displeased pout.
"Fine, Stan." Wendy glared between the two, walking off in a huff. She must have known that an argument wouldn't have done any good, not when it came to a 'Stan-and-Kyle' moment though that reaction seems to give the impression she was none the wiser about the confession.
Stan moved towards Kyle as Wendy walked away. Kyle's expression grew angry; now that Wendy was gone, and as Stan tried to touch his shoulder he flinched away bitterly.
"Kyle, the fuck!?" Stan asked, dumfounded by Kyle's sudden mood swing.
Kyle gritted his teeth, "What the FUCK is your problem, Stan? You just decided that it's a great idea for the two of you to stop and stand in front of my house? To wait for me to see you two… acting so fucking lovey-dovey?" He refrained himself from punching the shocked boy in front of him.
Stan swallowed hard after a few moments of heavy silence, "Kyle… I… I wasn't trying to make you feel…"
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah Stan, yeah. It wasn't enough for you to laugh a rejection in my face, and act like we're cool a week or two down the line after not even showing up while I was in hospital? But you need to rub it in as well?" He spat angrily. Stan could feel the venom in his words.
Kyle waited for something, an answer, statement, anything, but the dull night air stayed quiet. He was happy to be getting his emotions out, to see the regret in Stan's eyes as he stood there with nothing to say. It was what he had wanted for so long. It was more than empowering to him, it was vengeance. Sweet, sweet vengeance.
Why stop now? Kyle had more to say, more to ask. Stan wasn't saying anything, leaving an open time for Kyle to finish. "Did you even tell her about me, Stan? Does she know how I feel, what we could have been? What we always would have been?" Kyle sounded slightly calmer this time. The silence prior to this part of his rage gave him a moment to compose himself.
Stan stared at the ground, dully shaking his head, "I… couldn't tell her." His voice sounded on the border of cracking. Kyle loved it. Stan was always bad with this stuff, Kyle knew how emotionally weak Stan was. He almost felt bad for doing this to Stan, but after what Stan had done to him he could care less.
"Because if you did she wouldn't have wanted you... Is that why?" Kyle sounded cold, colder than he ever had. He hated Stan at that moment, more than he had ever hated anyone before. Stan nodded in response; Kyle noticed a tear dropped from Stan's face to the ground. He almost laughed at him, "Good. I hope she finds out then! I hope she leaves you a terrible mess the way you left me! It's only right for you to go through what I went through!" Kyle was back to screaming, "I want you to know what it's like, Stan!" He finally felt his own tears falling.
"Kyle just stop it!" Stan finally looked up, rivers running from his eyes. He looked at Kyle for only a second before turning away with his eyes shut tight and walked away.
Kyle crossed his arms, trying to regain himself, "Fine, Stan, walk away. Do you think that gets rid of me? Gets rid of all our memories, everything we did? No. It won't. You know that. And if you pretend it does then you're the joke now, Stan!"
Stan turned back slowly, wiping his tears away, "Is that it? You think you're a joke to me, Kyle? You're my friend! I would never try to forget you!"
"Friend? Friends sure as hell don't do what you did to me, reject me in such a way stomp on every feeling I had! Friends don't leave one another to rot in a hospital bed with no care in the world you goddamn prick!" Kyle fumed.
Kyle really had to fight off the physical anger he had, he badly wanted to hit Stan, to punch him and see his pain. He wanted to make him scream, make him cry with as much pain as possible. He wanted Stan's blood to be on the ground, he wanted it to be his fault that Stan's blood was there. He already got him crying, but a little fight wasn't even close to the pain Kyle had gone through.
"Know what, Stan? I can't stand you. I don't want to be near you." Kyle said, turning his back. He had to leave before he did get physical. He had no choice.
Stan's teeth locked in a tight clench, "All that? All that and you're just going back inside?" He asked, anger fuming through him this time.
Kyle turned back to get a glimpse of Stan, "Anger, confusion, depression, loneliness. That's how I felt, Stan." He smirked a bit devilishly now, "I though you oughta know." Kyle walked inside, leaving Stan angry, confused, depressed, and alone.
