KYLE
The sushi arrived and I have never been so happy to eat. There is this tension that is in the air between Stan and I. I mean he read my private journals. I'm sure that Ike gave them to him. I would be mad at him for that but I can't. Ike thought he was doing the right thing. If it is anyone that can know I'm alive I'm glad that is Stan. I'm not sure if I could live for 20 years with it just being me and Louis.
Once I was full I lay down feeling extremely sleepy. I wasn't expecting Stan to hold me as he did when I was a cat but he did. This feels different somehow. It is more than just me being in human form. I fall into a deep sleep snuggling up against Stan. I awake the following morning still not believing I am really here. Oh god, I have to pee. I get up running to the bathroom. It's nice to know the plumbing is still working. I come out of the bathroom and Stan is sitting up in bed looking worried.
"I thought…." he says looking flustered. He shifts his eyes down to his lap.
"I'm still here," I reply. "I just had to uh pee." I slowly walk over to my side of the bed getting back under the covers facing him as he lays back down. He looks so stressed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just scared…" he says lowly. "That you're going to disappear." I grab Stan's hand holding it tightly.
"I'm not going anywhere," I tell him confidently. We stare at each other intensely. I decide to break the silence. "What time did you want to leave today?" Stan smiles.
"As soon as you want," he replies. "I can text Ike and let him know when we're on the way."
"Awesome," I replied smiling. I feel like I'm losing my thoughts as I stare at Stan. He leans forward closer to me. "Stan…."
"Hmmm…" he says making me feel his breath against my lips.
"You can't kiss me," I remind him. "Or did you want me to turn into a cat right now." I giggle to break the tension. That look he was giving me…
"I knew that," he says blushing. Stan and I both jump when we hear a knock at the door. "Who the hell is that?" He sits up before laying back down. "Screw it, I'm not answering it." The knocking becomes louder. Stan huffs tossing the covers off. "Stay here." He closes the bedroom door before walking into the main room. I sit up realizing I still have some cat abilities in my human form. I can hear Stan clearly as if I am in the room. "Wendy, what are you doing here?"
"Did you know!" she cries.
"Know what?" questions Stan confused. "Calm down and explain to me what is going on?" I can hear Wendy crying. I have never seen or heard Wendy crying so this must be serious. I grab Stan's phone looking for Ike's number. I send him a message asking will he be home today. He responds quickly.
Ike: Yeah I will be here today. Stopping through?
Stan: Yes I'm bringing my cat with me, hope you don't mind
Ike: Not at all. Mom and dad will be here so they will be glad to see you. I think seeing you reminds them a lot of Kyle in a good way
God this sucks but I will at least get to see them. I look up from the phone hearing Wendy sound more distressed.
"Brian is cheating on me," she sobs. "Like what the hell!"
"No I didn't know that," says Stan. "Did you need anything to drink?"
"No," replied Wendy. "I'm drunk enough."
"How do you know he is cheating?" asked Stan.
"I saw his computer screen by accident," scoffs Wendy. "Like he was chatting with some girl. He tried to say it wasn't him but a friend who he lent his computer to. How fucking stupid does he think I am? Those messages have timestamps."
"Yeah that is pretty dumb," agrees Stan. "Ummm now is not a good time but if you want to talk later I can so do that."
"What is Annie here?" asked Wendy causing me to freeze up. I forgot all about Annie. I frown remembering her kissing all over Stan. I fold my arms knowing I have no right to be upset really. Something about her I don't like. That is all I know and that is good enough for me.
"Uh no," replied Stan. "Annie and I are actually not a thing."
"Really?" she questioned. "I thought you two were a couple."
"That is what she wanted," said Stan. "I'm not looking for anything like that right now."
"Stan why do you keep pushing people away?" pouts Wendy. "Annie was good for you."
"Yes, Annie was great, but it wasn't enough for me to want to be with her in that way," he explains.
"And yet you had sex with her," scoffs Wendy.
"Hey!" exclaimed Stan. "She came on to me first, don't try to make this my fault. Now if you don't mind I need to go see the Broflovski's today. I need to get ready."
"Whatever," mumbles Wendy. "I'm always there for you but you can't be here for me this one time."
"Wendy…" says Stan sadly.
"No, it's okay," says Wendy. "I'll see you around." I hear the door slam. I know it was Wendy clearly pissed off. Stan walks back into the bedroom sighing.
"That guy was a jerk," I state.
"I didn't know you met Brian?" I questioned.
"Yeah I did," I replied rolling my eyes. "He is friends with Louis."
"Oh god…" groans Stan. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope," I replied. "I hope you don't mind I already sent Ike a text. I really want to see my family." Stan smiles.
"I totally get it," he replies. "Let me hop in the shower and then we can head out." I smile watching Stan walk away. God, I wonder how is Louis is doing. I frown remembering how the night went the day I died. We were suppose to go out on a date but he canceled saying some nonsense about some case of the century. Trust me he said that a lot that I stopped believing every case was that important. I was like fuck it and decided I mid as well get me some extra hours myself. I work best when I'm upset as I like to focus on other things than the problem at hand. Probably not healthy but it worked for me. Now I wonder what would have happened if I would have just left work on time. Maybe just maybe if I left sooner or later…..I sigh as I hear the water begin to run. I grab Stan's laptop. No harm in me going on Facebook.
I get comfortable as I go to my own page. I'm surprised to see how many people wished me a happy birthday although I was gone. I look down the list and can't help but smile. Some people said they missed me and some still couldn't believe I wasn't here anymore. I could see some tagged me in photos at my own funeral service. Now I have to admit that is just weird but I'm glad they did as I got to see pictures. Mom and dad did a lovely job. Is it weird if I say I like the casket they picked out for me?
Stan emerges from the bathroom. I glance up from the computer not realizing how much time has passed.
"What are you doing over there?" he asks curiously. I swallow hard looking at him in that towel. So glad this laptop is my lap, let's just say that.
"I went on Facebook to see what everyone is up to," I explained. "It was nice that everyone wished me a happy birthday still."
"Yeah," says Stan walking to his tall dresser. "I hope you don't mind me not saying anything to you, it made me really…depressed."
"It's okay," I replied looking away from him as he removes his towel. I can tell he is just as nervous as me as he pulls his briefs on quickly. "At least you went to visit my grave site."
"Yeah," says Stan blushing. He gets dressed in some cute jeans, tee shirt, and tosses on a jacket. "Alright Kyle, are you ready?" I nod yes standing up. I remove my shirt at least hoping to not be buried. "Did you want me to carry you?"
"Yes," I laugh. I stand in front of Stan gazing up at him. Stan leans down slowly glancing over my lips before looking back at my eyes. Stan leans forward kissing me softly with his lips moving gently against mine. Before I can enjoy it my body begins to tingle. I shake my head and realize I'm inside of the shorts.
"Awww," says Stan picking me up out of the shorts. "Are you okay Kyle?" I meow rubbing my nose against his chest. "Good, I have to remember to call you Ky. Shouldn't be too difficult." Stan grabs his phone texting Ike that we're on the way. We head out of the apartment and he gets me settled in the passenger seat. I hate not being able to see out of the window. I almost feel paranoid being in a car remembering what happened the last time I was in one.
We arrive at my parents quickly. I almost feel like I want to cry, and I haven't seen them yet. Stan picks me up walking towards the door. We both notice the Mercedes in the driveway. Louis? What the hell is he doing here? I can feel Stan's body tense. I meow to calm him down although I'm just as eager to know what he is doing here. Stan rings the doorbell and my brother answers.