Chapter 11

Craig climbs into my room and immediately sits next to me on the bed, giving Kyle a look I can't quite read.

"What's going on in here?" Craig asks with an agitated tone.

Kyle gives him the same look back and sounds almost over-protective when he speaks. "I was checking on MY best friend because it feels like he disappeared off the face of the Earth."

Craig puts an arm around me and raises his voice just a bit. "Well, here he is, and he's fine."

Kyle ignores him and speaks directly to me. "Stan, just what the hell is this?"

"This is what's been going on with your 'best friend' while you were too busy being up your own ass" Craig answers for me.

I wish he would shut up, he doesn't know that Kyle has called and texted me every day. I don't tell him because I don't know what he would think. I think he becomes a little possessive when it comes to Kyle. Even though Craig isn't my boyfriend, he still doesn't want Kyle in my life. He thinks that Kyle being around will hurt me, which honestly, it kind of does. I don't want it to hurt though, he's been my best friend my entire life and I don't want to lose that. This whole situation is way too awkward for me.

"Can you both just calm down? Jesus." I say. I open my window and point to the roof outside. "Both of you go outside and cool down, seriously."

We all crawl back out the window and sit on the roof. Kyle is on my right side, Craig is on my left. After we are all three situated awkwardly, no one says anything. They both pull out a pack of smokes and light up, taking angry puffs in silence. Finally, Kyle is the first one to speak.

"So, what is this? You guys hate each other."

I was about to speak when Craig answers first. "Just shows how much you really pay attention, doesn't it?" He has his smart-ass tone again. I've grown to get used to it but Kyle doesn't seem to like his attitude.

Kyle ignores him. "Stan, I'm your best friend. I feel like I have a right to know what's going on with you."

"Well… um…" I can't think of what to say… I immediately regret not changing clothes before going outside, I'm freezing. I shiver a bit before I try to continue.

Craig glances at me and with a sigh he slides his jacket off and lays it over my shoulders. "You're gonna get sick you moron. What kind of idiot goes outside during winter, in South Park, in boxers and a T?" I can't help but smile a little.

Craig's attention is now back to Kyle. "What do you think is going on Broflovski?"

"So… what, are you guys are like, fucking?" when he says it aloud I can't help but feel my face redden just a bit. "You can't be serious."

I feel angered by his last remark. "You're the one that suggested I fuck around with Craig in the first place!"

Craig is taken back. "Wait, what?"

We ignore him. Kyle speaks again, his tone getting louder. "I was fucking joking, Jesus Christ!"

"Why does it matter to you what I do with other people anyway?"

"Because Stan, I don't want you to get hurt! Craig has a fucking boyfriend!"

Craig speaks up before I can. "God, why does everyone think the Tweek thing was real!?"

Kyle looks at him and scoffs. "Don't give me that bull Craig, I see the way you look at him. You can't tell me there isn't anything going on!".

"Tweek is straight you fucking moron, just because I love him doesn't mean that anything is going on!" he yells.

I'm taken back a bit before I cautiously ask Craig, "I thought you said you were over him."

"I am, I don't know what Kyle thinks he knows, but it isn't true!" He's getting flustered, and I worry just a bit.

"Yeah, okay, I don't know shit." Kyle replies with heavy sarcasm.

"You are such a fucking asshole!" Craig snaps.

"Excuse me!?"

Before I know what's going on, Craig pulls my left arm towards Kyle. "You did this shit to him! You were too caught up in your own stupid life that you couldn't see him hurting right in front of you. I've been here to make him feel better. That's a lot better than you!"

I pull my arm back under the jacket and mutter, "Craig please stop."

"Why should I? He wanted to know what's going on with you, so I'm telling him!" He looks at Kyle again. "I do what you can't. We fuck, almost every day. It's fucking great! You should hear him scream, begging me to ram his ass harder and harde-"

Kyle cuts him off "Shut up! You don't know what's good for him. You're just using him! You don't even know him!"

"Bull shit! I know him plenty, and I know a part of him that you never will!"

"You know him plenty huh? What's his favorite color?"

Craig stops for a second, I know he doesn't know the answer. I don't expect him to, we don't talk about that kind of shit. I don't know his favorite color either.

Kyle taunts, "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. You are a piece of shit who just wants to fuck anything that breathes!"

That does it for Craig. He loses it and launches over me to Kyle, tackling him and his fists start swinging. It's a fair fight, Kyle is punching him back and they almost roll completely off the roof. I jump on Craig and use all my might to pull him off Kyle. I'm yelling now, "Both of you stop this shit! Seriously, you're gonna get yourselves fucking killed!"

When I pull them apart I get a good look at them both. Craig has a bloody nose, and Kyle looks like Craig got a good shot to his eye.

I speak again, trying to regain my composure. "I'm not going to sit by and watch you guys beat the shit out of each other. If you guys are going to act like this, both of you can just go home!"

Craig scowls and says "Fine" before he jumps from the roof, brushing himself off when he gets back on his feet. He looks up at me and Kyle and lifts his middle finger, before hoping in his car and taking off as fast as he can.

I sigh. "Kyle, why did you do that?"

"You're my best friend, and can't sit by and watch you get hurt."

"I can take care of myself Kyle. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm a girl. It doesn't make me any different then who I was before. I can still handle my own, let me fight my own battles! See, this is why I don't talk to you!" I'm angry now. I go back inside and put on a pair of jeans and my tennis shoes, then grab my backpack.

"Where are you going?"

"Kyle, I can't handle any more of this shit tonight, go home!" I zip up Craig's jacket he left behind and come back out before jumping off the roof.

"You aren't seriously going after him, are you?" Kyle jumps down to join me on the ground

"Go home Kyle!"

"Fine, but I'm done trying to protect you! When he breaks your heart, don't expect my shoulder to cry on!" With that he starts walking angrily towards his house.

I ignore him and book it to Craig's as fast as my legs will carry me.

Once I get to Craig's, I see his car in the driveway and know he came back here. I climb up the tree that leads to his window before I open it and let myself inside. The first thing I notice is that Craig is sitting at the foot of his bed, his pants are around his ankles, and he's holding a box cutter. My heart drops and I feel my face burn. I walk over to him cautiously. I see his thighs are bleeding. He knows I'm here but doesn't look up at me. I sigh and kneel in front of him, trying my best to get him to look me in the eyes but he doesn't.

"What are you doing Craig?"

No response.

"You don't have to do this, I know you're angry but this isn't going to help. I promise, everything is going to be fine. Don't worry about Kyle, I handled it."

Still no response.

I pull my first-aid kit out of my back pack and take out a wet wipe, wiping his thighs of the fresh blood. Then I take my small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and drip it along his new wounds. He winces in pain, but his face seems calmer than before. I wipe it clean, put some gauze over it and secure it with medical tape. I place my hands on his knees and finally catch his eyes. We stare at one another for what feels like forever.

"I'm so sorry, I know that you came over to relieve your anger but you ended up leaving more upset than when you got there. Please, let me help you feel better." I pull his flaccid dick out of his boxers and start to stroke it gently. He closes his eyes for a moment before he pulls away, tucking himself back into his underwear.

"Stan" He finally says. I feel my heart beat roughly against my chest. He's never called me by my first name before. I like it.

"Yeah?"

"What's your favorite color?"

End Ch 11

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