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Griff and Nico stared at Ike with completely blank expressions, attempting to comprehend exactly what he'd just said. Ike stared at the ground, shaking slightly.

"Kyle WHAT?!"

Griff and Ike turned there heads down the hall to where Stan and Kenny were standing, looks of horror on their faces. Ike blinked at them. He hadn't seen either of them since Kyle came out, and didn't think they'd care.

"Fuck off, it's not any of your business," spat Griff, shooting a glare at them.

"No, Griff, they're fine," said Nico suddenly, still staring at Ike blankly. "Ike, you're absolutely sure?"

Ike turned back to him and nodded.

"How did you get here?"

"I took a taxi."

"Is it still waiting for you?"

Ike nodded.

"Go and tell them they can go. We'll take you to school. Do you need money?"

Ike shook his head.

"We're gunna go get Angel and we'll meet you in front of the school, okay, sweetie?"

Ike nodded and hurried off down the hall. Nico turned to Griff and Stan and Kenny who had come up to them. "Like I said, Angel," he said, taking a deep breath and quickly walking through the hall while the others followed. He mumbled curses to himself as they approached his current classroom and knocked frantically on the door. It was opened by Bebe, who Nico pushed past, making her scowl at him, and grabbed Angel by the arm.

"So sorry to interupt, but we need him," he explained as he pulled his confused friend out, without even looking at the teacher.

"Dude, what the fuck?" asked Angel once the door had been slammed behind him and they were once again speed walking down the hall.

"Kyle cut himself," explained Griff, who was still glaring at Stan and Kenny.

"What?!" shrieked Angel, turning to glare at them as well.

"For God's sake, it's not their fault, you guys," said Nico impatiently as he pushed open the front doors. "If they're worried, there's no fucking reason they shouldn't be able to come. Oh, Ike's got to be so upset..."

"How about there's no fucking room in my truck?" offered Angel irritabley as he saw Ike watching the taxi go.

"Ike, sweetie, are you gunna be okay at school?" asked Nico as they all scurried off to the truck.

Ike nodded lightly while Angel threw open the door and climbed in.

"Griff you can sit up front, Ike can sit in my lap," said Nico, pulling open the other door and putting the seat forward so he, Ike, Stan and Kenny could climb in. The second the door closed behind Griff, Angel slammed on the gas and sped out of the parking lot, uttering curses and grinding his teeth as he dodged other cars and squirrels. Stan and Kenny clung to their seats, surprised by his driving.

"Should he be driving while he's so pissed off?" Stan asked Nico nervously, while the later held Ike to himself closely.

"Better him while he's pissed than any of us," said Nico.

"But doesn't he have anger issues or something?" pressed Kenny.

"Exactly," said Nico. "He's usually pissed while he's driving, so he's learned to stay focussed."

They arrived at South Park Middle faster than should be possible and sent Ike inside with a few reassuring words, then took off again. Even Griff was clinging to his seat with Angel's recklessness.

"Angel, do we really need to get there this quickly?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, Griff, you have no idea," Nico answered for him, leaning in between their seats to watch the road as they approached a familiar house. "Wait. Angel, stop at my house."

He slammed on the breaks, not having time to comprehend his request. He flung a sharp glare at him once they'd come to a stop. "What the hell, Nico?" he hissed.

"Trust me, it's absolutely necessary," Nico said, not even bothering to wait for a seat to be pulled back, and just climbing over Stan and Griff, pushing open the door and stumbling out. "You guys wouldn't understand."

He sprinted to his door and flung it open, not even bothering to close it as he ran inside. Someone screamed at him. The boys waited in the car impatiently until he came scurrying out again, small pink-soled shoes stumbling behind him. Angel nearly had a heart attack.

"MAXIE!"

"Shut up, Angel!" barked Nico as he shoved Maxie up into the truck and followed. "Fucking go!"

Maxie crawled into Kenny's lap, who held onto him tightly so he didn't get flung around, not meeting anyone's eyes, but his were full of tears. Angel slammed on the gas again, even more furious than before. "Nico, I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, later," huffed Nico as Kyle's house came into view moments later. "Just open the fucking door."

The doors flung open and they all piled out, taking off towards the house immediatly. Stan reached it first, flinging the door that no one had bothered to lock open and ran the path up the stairs and to Kyle's room he hadn't traveled in years. He was going to scream his name, but lost his voice and ability to move in an inner fit of horror, and so Kenny pushed past him and did it for him, shattering the world as he did so.

"KYLE!"

The jew was sitting on his knees in the middle of the room, red-bladed scissors in one hand, gushes of blood in the other. His wrist was a flurry of red that dripped to and stained the carpet and the one black and white striped armwarmer he wore everyday that no one ever even noticed anymore. He could hear Stan's footsteps running towards him and then stop. He could see Kenny scream at him. He could smell Nico's fruity perfume. He could feel Maxie shaking. He could even taste the smoke that lingered on Angel's clothes from his parents. All his senses were on full blast, but he couldn't feel any pain. His wrist didn't hurt. Not at all.

And then there was pressure and he looked slowly to find an orange parka and a pair of hands on it, slowly turning red. He lifted his head to stare at Kenny and was deadly afraid of the tears that were sliding down his fear ridden face. He tore his arm away and tried to stand up, falling bakcwards instead and staring at Kenny with pure horror.

"Kyle, stop it!" squeaked Angel, hugging his arms to his sides from behind. Angel didn't squeak. He was crying, too. Angel didn't cry.

Kenny replaced his parka quickly. Kyle could taste the smoke on him, too. Sandwiched between the two, the smoke from Stan drifted into his taste buds as well. It was overwhelming. He dropped the scissors and covered his mouth with his hand, feeling little wet patches on his face from where the blood had soaked into his arm warmer. He squeezed his eyes shut in discomfort, but he lost his train of thought as Angel's shaking fingers curled around his shirt, and a sudden lone thought poped in his head.

Nico was right not to tell him.

His paniced breathing grew steadier and his removed his hands. He couldn't taste the smoke anymore. He looked to his left to see Nico, holding a sobbing Maxie to himself with the most hurt expression on his face Kyle had ever seen. He was crying, too. Nico didn't cry. But his cry was silent. His face was blank save his eyes, and the tears could have just as easily been there as not. But they were there. And Kyle knew it was his fault. He hadn't cried last time, but now, because he hadn't listened, he was.

His eyes haunted him and he turned his gaze swiftly to Stan and Griff, who were lingering, side by side, in the doorway. Both were standing completely blankly, their arms loose at their sides, their shoulders down, their mouths slightly open. But tears fell just as easily down their faces as everyone else's. Stan cried, but Griff didn't. Griff didn't cry.

Angel didn't cry.

Nico didn't cry.

Griff didn't cry.

The three people who had taken him in when he was confused didn't cry. He'd never seen any of them cry. But they were. They were crying. Angel was crying, Nico was crying, Griff was crying. Kenny was crying, Maxie was crying, Stan was crying. Kyle was crying.

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"Kyle?"

He looked up from where he sat on the bed at Nico. They'd stopped the bleeding of his wrist, cleaned the cuts, and bandaged them up. His arm warmer was still sticky with blood, but he refused to take it off. Angel was sitting against the door, holding a sleeping Maxie with many dried tears on his face and stroking his hair. Stan and Griff were still standing, shaking slightly, with no real expression. Kenny was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, resting his head in his palm. And Nico was standing in front of him, digging holes into his mind with his eyes.

"What?" muttered Kyle.

"Was it worth it this time?"

Kyle flinched, and looked away. "No..."

"I told you!" whined Nico shrilly. "I told you before... it's not... worth it."

"I know. You were right."

"Was I, Kyle? Because it felt a lot like you thought I wasn't."

Everyone started to look up curiously at them.

"I'm sorry." His tone was slightly irritated and his eyes a bit cold.

"Are you mad at me?" cried Nico, staring at him unbelievingly.

"Your brought them."

"Griff was with me when Ike came to tell us, Kyle! Stan and Kenny were down the hall and they heard! And Angel's the only one who has a god damn car! And even if they hadn't, you can't honestly have expected me to keep it from them twice!"

"Nico-" started Angel.

"Do you have any idea how much we wanted to tell them? How hard it was?"

"Well it was for their own good! You know that!"

"Nico-" said Griff.

"What about Maxie's good? You know how hard it is for him to keep secrets from them!"

"NICO!" yelled Kenny.

"WHAT?!" squealed Nico, rounding on him.

"You've ben hding stuff from us?" asked Griff, a little angrily.

"Oh," said Nico, looking down. "Kyle, uh, cut himself before. Maxie and I found him. He was close to passing out from blood loss."

Griff's eyes widened and Angel's cell phone hit Nico in the head. "Ow!"

"And why the fuck didn't you tell us?!" roared Angel angrily.

"Because we knew you'd be really upset," mumbled Maxie who had woken up from the loud yelling. "Because you're you and Griff-"

"Not ours to tell, hun," interupted Nico sternly.

"I know."

Eheheheheheheehhe. This... is my favorite chapter, I think. :D I know, I told you guys there'd be more originals in this one and it ended up all about the gay guys, but I had theidea of Nico and Maxie with the Kyle and the cutting and AHHHHHH! But next one's gunna be either very Styley or very Kenyley. I think. I thought this was gunna be really hard to right, but man, I was on a fucking roll! For once I don't have too much to say... LE GASP. X3 I hope you guys liked it!

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