A/N: Aww yeah Kenny and Kyle let's do it.
You all know my everlasting adoration of writing the two of them so let's have us some fun. ewe
This story is so dialogue centric and I know some people are annoyed with that fact but...eh. I'm having a lot of fun writing it. Besides, I'm going at this from an outsider-looking-in kind of perspective. I mean you get a few thoughts here and there, but romance is fucking complicated. Focusing on thoughts would just drag this story out until the end of time. Besides, misunderstandings abound are what makes drama, right? That's what I keep telling myself anyway lol T_T
Enjoy~
Kyle's eyes hazily focused on Kenny's light as he lied on the boy's torn mattress. Their usual vivid spring coloring subdued into nothing more than a deep olive. He was tired. He was hurt. He couldn't make himself get up even if he wanted to. Driving past Kenny's house to his own was too much effort for the poor kid to exert, so he opted to just hang out with him instead. Besides, he really didn't want to be alone right now.
Kenny could do nothing but stare at him, entranced by his complete lack of emotion. Kyle hadn't said anything to him except softly asking if he could hang out at his house. Kenny had hoped that little spark would get the ball rolling, but to no avail. His blue eyes flickered to the clock past Kyle's head as he sat beside him cross-legged on the bed. 5:30. It'd been two hours of this. Just sitting here in silence, letting the awkward tension settle in between the two of them. Kenny knew better, though. He knew that Kyle had to be the one to break the silence. Anything more than that could either make the redhead either extremely angry or maybe even just lead him into a full-scale breakdown.
Kenny hadn't seen that side of him in a long ass time, not since the guy had had an utter meltdown regarding his parents and a possible divorce that hung in the air around them. Luckily, they'd staved that off, but Kenny knew that this wasn't going to be a temporary break between Kyle and Stan. This was going to be a full-fledged 'we're done here' situation. Both of them were way too stubborn to backtrack now, regardless on who was on the opposing side.
He jumped a bit as a soft whisper passed through Kyle's dried lips. "What?" he asked quietly.
Kyle finally turned his head, Kenny's stomach falling guiltily at the complete loss behind his usually proud face. "I'm sorry," he repeated softly.
Ken couldn't help but narrow his eyes confusedly. "What the hell are ya sorry for?"
Kyle sighed, finally propping himself up beside the blonde, sitting cross-legged beside him and staring at him pathetically. "I'm sorry that you got involved in the whole thing. I'm sorry Stan knew. I'm sorry that you're stuck here with me being a whiny bitch about the whole thing."
Ken shook his head. "Let's knock off that list. You two are my friends, I was goin' to be involved no matter what. Stan...well...he knows," he shrugged. "There's nothin' we can do about it now. And lastly," he looked at him with a hardened gaze, "you are not bein' a 'whiny bitch'. What Stan did was uncool. You deserve better than that."
The corner of Kyle's mouth tweaked up if only for a split second. "You mean I deserve better as in you?"
He shook his head firmly, "Ky, I am not goin' to do that to you. You know I just want ya to be happy, Dude. I was more than prepared to congratulate the fuck outta ya if shit worked out with you and that idiot."
Kyle's shoulders heaved in a sigh and he broke his gaze from Kenny's, his finger stroking along the frayed fabric of his mattress. "Ken..." he said slowly, as though in a trance. "I fucked up. I really did."
"No, ya didn't," he said. "Stan fucked up."
"If you were sitting here with him instead, you'd be saying I'm the one that did," he replied quietly. "You're biased, Kenny."
Ken couldn't help but growl a bit, swinging his body around to face the redhead. Kyle looked up at him, shocked at his sound a bit. "Fine. Let's take this from a non-biased perspective," he frowned. "You've been tryin' like hell to make this shit work. I've watched you, Ky. Yeah, you two didn't seem that bad off, but that's because you were the one trying to fight through everything. He never fuckin' budged on anything you needed. He fucking lied about you when he knows you can't stand that kinda shit. Then he has the nerve to be an over-sensitive fucktard because you n' I are hangin' out. He acted like he owned you, Kyle."
Kyle straightened up and bit his lip a bit. "He...he did have a point about the two of us," he gestured between himself and the blonde. "I mean...I guess I'd have reserves if he did the same thing..." his eyes welled up a bit and Kenny could feel his stomach dropping at the sight. "I mean, I'm not going to walk away from you, I told you that before," his voice cracked a tad. "But maybe Stan was right. Maybe I'm just too sensitive about this whole thing. Maybe I need to just accept that I'm too much of a..." he paused, shuddering and gritting his teeth, "girl about this whole thing."
"That! That shit right there!" Kenny said angrily. "Kyle, you don't need to be with someone who fuckin' calls you that when it's a real fuckin' fight! It's one thing if he said it teasin' ya but he meant to hurt you!"
Kyle shifted and bit and shrugged, "I mean...the point of a fight isn't exactly to act all sweet and whatnot. I've said some nasty stuff to people in the heat of the moment, too."
"All right, lemme ask you this," Kenny leaned against his wall and folded his arms together. "When you two were fightin' and he called you that, you said 'you did not call me that again'. When did he the last time?"
Kyle blinked at him, his face falling into a deep rouge. "It...it was at...his house...," he bit his lip and looked away shyly.
Kenny could read that look loud and clear, and he couldn't help but feel anger percolating deep in his stomach for his small friend. "He fuckin' called you a girl about sex, didn't he?"
"Like I said, heat of the moment," he said exasperatedly, placing his embarrassed face down into his palm and shaking his head slowly. "Kenny...maybe I am too sensitive. I mean, fuck, shouldn't I have just been happy to be with him? Regardless of the fact he-"
"Nu uh," Kenny interrupted. "Ky, both people have to be happy or it ain't gonna work. You were unhappy and so was he, otherwise he woulda just apologized to you and sat down to work it out."
"But I attacked him!" he protested, flinging his arms out in front of him. "Fuck he came to meet me in the courtyard and I just fucking went for the jugular!"
"And that's the only thing that gets through to Stan," he reminded him. "He's a dense motherfucker. You've been tip-toein' around him for forever, droppin' subtle-ass hints all over the place. You know that don't work."
Kyle leaned back and hit the wall adjacent to Ken's, looking back at the light again and taking a shuddering breath. "Hell, even being direct doesn't work with him sometimes."
"That's why ya did the right thing, Man," Kenny winced. "Look, it hurts now, but it'll get better."
Kyle laughed and shook his head a bit. "Hurts? Fuck, Ken, it feels like someone's fucking flaying me alive right now. I can't lose him," he finished softly, looking back down at the mattress. "I can't lose my best friend...I don't know what I'll do without him."
Kenny sighed, twisting and sitting beside him, looping his arm around Kyle's shaking shoulders. He tensed a bit as Kyle leaned into him, subtly nuzzling into his neck. "You two will still be friends," he assured him. "It may take awhile...but I think you two idiots will come to an agreement down the line. Ya just need to be patient with it."
Kyle chuckled quietly, "You know me, Ken. Patience has never been my best attribute."
He shook him a bit, "Dude, you've been doin' this for seven months. You've waited and waited for Stan to stop being a fuckin' retard. Trust me, I know ya better than you know ya. You're gonna be just fine."
Kyle sighed heavily, taking in the musky scent of Kenny's jacket and leaning further into him. He felt Kenny tensing once again and frowned, leaning back up and giving him a guilty stare. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I...I shouldn't be doing this to you right now."
Kenny scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Doin' what? Needin' a friend? Hell, Dude, I fucking sobbed my eyes out on your shoulder when my Ma was in the hospital. You think I'm offended by you just leanin' on me?"
Kyle winced. "That was...different," he said slowly.
"Because I have a thing for ya?" he shrugged. "Nah, Dude. This ain't a time where that's buggin' me. Right now you are not 'that ass I want' you are fuckin' Kyle, okay? Right now, yer problems are much more important than my feelin's."
He continued to give him a guilty stare, but his lips curled up slightly. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."
"Shoot," he shrugged.
"If...if I were to say to you, right now, 'Kenny kiss me' or something, would you do it?"
Kenny blinked in shock at the question, eyeing Kyle's waiting stare with apprehension. He gulped and bit his lip, his heart screaming to just fucking go for it anyway, regardless of the fact that Kyle didn't technically request it. A heavy moment of silence passed before Kyle's phone started ringing in his jeans. He groaned, reaching in and grabbing it, raising his brow. "It's Bebe," he said quietly.
"Well, answer it," Kenny said, more than glad for the distraction.
Kyle glanced over at him before sliding open the phone with a heavy sigh, "Hey, Bebe," he answered. "Yeah...yeah I'm okay."
Kenny continued to stare at him as Kyle gave Bebe short and simple answers, his fingers digging into the leg of his orange jeans. What the fuck kind of question was Kyle presenting him with? He fucking knew how Kenny felt, how the hell could he even think that that was a good idea to ask? Did Kyle want a rebound? Was he just overly lonely? Was that regret he'd mentioned that morning bubbling up inside the small redhead?
This was too much for Kenny to be able to keep straight.
Kyle sighed again and hung up the phone, bobbing it in his hand. "Bebe said that Stan is walking around telling everyone he can find about how much of a pussy I am," he said sadly. He looked up at Kenny with heavy eyes. "I...I guess we didn't mean as much to him as we did to me. At least Bebe's on my side. She knows me well enough to know I wouldn't do something to..." he trailed off, a tear rolling down his cheek before he shook it away and tossed his phone on the end of Kenny's bed. "Sometimes it sucks not being the popular one of a couple, you know?" he attempted a shaky laugh. "Guess I'm on my own here. Well, aside from you and her I suppose..." he looked down once more and took a trembling breath.
The two of them sat there for a few moments before Kenny sighed. "No."
Kyle looked back up and quirked his brow, "Whaddya mean no? You're not on my side?"
Kenny shook his head and tightened his grip around Kyle's shoulders, as though he were terrified of losing him. "Kyle, I wouldn't kiss ya if you asked me to," he finally answered. Kyle looked at him questionably and he continued, "You're vulnerable right now. You're really hurtin' and you know that doin' somethin' like that would be nothin' but regret for ya in the mornin', ya know?"
"Well Jesus I didn't ask you to bend me over," he rolled his eyes before settling his eyes back on Ken and giving him a small smile. "That aside...I really appreciate that. It's nice to know there's always someone who has my best interests, regardless of their own feelings."
Kenny gave him a pained laugh, "I'm glad."
The redhead looked up at him sympathetically before slowly putting his hand on Kenny's on top of his leg. "Hey, look. You and I both know that...that Stan and I and you are all in this fight together now. But I'm going to tell you one thing, and you need to know I am not saying it out of politeness or trying to avoid being awkward with you. I am telling you the truth."
Kenny nodded slowly, raising his brow and feeling his hand practically on fire under Kyle's gentle grip. "O-okay. Whaddya need to say?"
He took a deep, calming breath and looked at him again, some of the brightness peaking back into his eyes. "If I were to say I wanted to be with you, it wouldn't be a rebound. I know that's what you're thinking and I want you to know I would never do that kind of shit to you. But you're right, I'm pretty upset right now and I have a tendency to lose myself when I feel like this and make some stupid decisions. But...if things don't work out between Stan and I...if we don't find ourselves back with each other..." he paused and looked down shyly.
Kenny's heart seemed to reignite with his words, trying desperately to force himself to remain calm. "Kyle...two months."
"What?" he quirked his brow.
He held up two fingers against Kyle's palm. "If things don't work out between you and Stan. If things really don't go back like that...you wait for two months. And then you decide about what ya want with the two of us."
Kyle looked taken aback. "What the- why so long?"
"Because, that gives you a long-ass time to decide if it's really what you want," he said, though his mind was practically screaming at him for letting this opportunity slip him by. He knew however that Kyle was his best friend above everything else, he had to do this correctly. "One month to get through the breakup. Then one more month to decide if you want to move on from it. You know I'll wait until the goddamn Earth blows up for ya, but I won't give you back an answer for two months."
Kyle blinked at him slowly and nodded. "O-okay," he whispered. "Two months." He hesitated for a moment before twisting his body and wrapping his arms around Kenny's neck. "Thank you for being that asshole in my life," he chuckled softly into his ear.
Kenny smiled and wrapped his arms back around his waist. "My pleasure, you dumbass. It'll get better, I promise."
A slight pause passed before Kyle let out a shaky breath and nodded against his hair. "I believe you."
A/N: AAHHHHHHHH you know how HARD it was for me to not write Kenny throwing Kyle down and rocking his world? Goddammit my strength is an inspiration to us all pfffff.
Why two months? Because it's been -almost- two months since my fiance left me and I'm starting to wonder if I should just shut the fuck up about my sadness and jump back into dating. Not for fun times, but because companionship is a nice goddamn thing. The hurt is still there, but I can see myself moving forward, and I know Kyle would be able to, too.
Well that was TMI. Oh well. Now you know me better! Next time we get to see how Stan's handling the drama. Thanks for R&Ring!
(Also Kenny's accent makes for many red squiggles on my page and it's driving me nuts =_=)
