DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK OR ITS CHARACTERS, NOR DO I OWN COMEDY CENTRAL OR THE CREATORS OF SOUTH PARK, MATT AND TREY
ALL OUT OF LOVE
I'm lying alone with my head on the phone.
Thinking of you til it hurts
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart
For times when my life seems so low
Kyle Broflovski just sat there on his bed and sobbed, refusing to believe that it was truly over. It had only been 4 ½ weeks since they'd been separated, but for him, it had seemed like an eternity. Stan had been his whole life. He fingered the friendship bracelet Stan had given him soon after Kyle had given Stan his. He didn't know why he still wore it. He guessed it was the last shred of hope that Stan would come to him and want him back. Kyle didn't know if he was ready for that yet. Oh God, he was so screwed up. He could feel his whole body growing numb. His heart was breaking and he didn't know if he could ever feel again.
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know
Kyle didn't think he'd be able to go on living. What was the use of his life if Stan wasn't in it?
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong
Stan tossed the phone aside in disgust; he didn't even remember why they broke up in the first place. He thought it was because Kyle had started to become too clingy and needy. Or maybe it was because Stan saw Kyle with his arm around his ex one day. Stan had been completely crushed when he came upon them. He didn't give Kyle a chance to explain himself. He had just taken off. A terrible fight had ensued the same night. Stan still wouldn't give Kyle an inch to give an explanation as to why he was with his former boyfriend, Kenny. Both boys had gone home in emotional pain and refused to talk to each other again. He wished he could take back every hurtful thing he said and did. Kyle meant more to him than anything in the world. He was such an idiot for letting him go. He realized that now. Kenny may have had Kyle once, but he was no match for Stan Marsh. He could give Kyle the love and happiness twice over that Kenny had given him.
He looked down at the friendship bracelet Kyle had given him about a year ago, back when they first started going out. Since neither boy could afford engagement rings or nice necklaces, they'd made each other friendship bracelets instead. The bracelet, made out of 6 different colors of yarn, was a symbol of everlasting love and affection from Kyle. It may sound corny, but it meant a lot more than any ring or necklace. One little misunderstanding wasn't worth throwing away a lifetime of best friendship away, was it? Stan made up his mind to talk to Kyle.
I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from these long lonely nights
Every night that Kyle laid restlessly in bed, his thoughts had lazily drifted to Stan and imagined being with him. He dreamt that his best friend and lover was right there, holding him, comforting him. It all seemed so real, that when he woke up the next morning, he was very disappointed to learn it had all been just a dream.
What would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Kyle dejectedly made his way into the kitchen and took out the sharpest knife that was in the silverware drawer. He laid it on the counter and contemplated it for a minute. If he couldn't have Stan, then most certainly Stan could live without him. He'd let his pain and suffering gone on long enough. It was time to end this. He reached for the phone and dialed ex boyfriend number two's number. It was now or never. He had to let Stan know how he was feeling. He had to let him know before he left this cruel world. Kyle wanted to cause him pain the way Stan did to him.
"Hello?" Stan answered. Kyle could hear the tremor in his voice. "Stan? I'm so glad I caught you at home." Kyle fiddled with the knife's blade, running his trembling fingers along the smooth surface.
"Kyle, I was just about to call you. You don't know how many times I've come so close."
"We need to talk." Kyle stated bluntly. Kyle could almost see him nodding on the other end.
"Sure, anything you want. Is now a good time?" Stan tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
"Yeah, and listen. You might find a surprise when you get here," Kyle said.
"Surprise? What do you mean?" Stan asked nervously. Kyle certainly didn't mean what he thought he meant.
"You better hurry, Stan. I don't know how much more my heart can take."
Stan almost dropped the phone, he was so startled. "Just don't do anything rash, Kyle. Please. Not before we've had the chance to talk this through." He begged.
"I'll be waiting." Click.
Stan quickly hung up and flew like the wind out the front door, almost tripping over his own feet. He didn't bother with his bike or car; he just ran all the way to Kyle's, praying to God he would make it in time.
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AIR SUPPLY'S LYRICS TO:ALL OUT OF LOVE
I'm lying alone with my head on the phone.
Thinking of you til it hurts
Stan Marsh stared at the phone in his hands, wishing he had enough guts to call him to tell him how extremely sorry he was. This was the game Stan played day in and day out. Every time he summoned up enough guts to call him, he'd chicken out. He missed him so badly that it hurt. They've been apart for what seemed like months, when in fact, it had only been several weeks. He could just go over to his lover's house, but he feared the slamming of the door in his face. He wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and kiss him like he's never been kissed before.
I know you hurt too, but what else can we doTormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart
For times when my life seems so low
Kyle Broflovski just sat there on his bed and sobbed, refusing to believe that it was truly over. It had only been 4 ½ weeks since they'd been separated, but for him, it had seemed like an eternity. Stan had been his whole life. He fingered the friendship bracelet Stan had given him soon after Kyle had given Stan his. He didn't know why he still wore it. He guessed it was the last shred of hope that Stan would come to him and want him back. Kyle didn't know if he was ready for that yet. Oh God, he was so screwed up. He could feel his whole body growing numb. His heart was breaking and he didn't know if he could ever feel again.
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know
Kyle didn't think he'd be able to go on living. What was the use of his life if Stan wasn't in it?
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong
Stan tossed the phone aside in disgust; he didn't even remember why they broke up in the first place. He thought it was because Kyle had started to become too clingy and needy. Or maybe it was because Stan saw Kyle with his arm around his ex one day. Stan had been completely crushed when he came upon them. He didn't give Kyle a chance to explain himself. He had just taken off. A terrible fight had ensued the same night. Stan still wouldn't give Kyle an inch to give an explanation as to why he was with his former boyfriend, Kenny. Both boys had gone home in emotional pain and refused to talk to each other again. He wished he could take back every hurtful thing he said and did. Kyle meant more to him than anything in the world. He was such an idiot for letting him go. He realized that now. Kenny may have had Kyle once, but he was no match for Stan Marsh. He could give Kyle the love and happiness twice over that Kenny had given him.
He looked down at the friendship bracelet Kyle had given him about a year ago, back when they first started going out. Since neither boy could afford engagement rings or nice necklaces, they'd made each other friendship bracelets instead. The bracelet, made out of 6 different colors of yarn, was a symbol of everlasting love and affection from Kyle. It may sound corny, but it meant a lot more than any ring or necklace. One little misunderstanding wasn't worth throwing away a lifetime of best friendship away, was it? Stan made up his mind to talk to Kyle.
I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from these long lonely nights
Every night that Kyle laid restlessly in bed, his thoughts had lazily drifted to Stan and imagined being with him. He dreamt that his best friend and lover was right there, holding him, comforting him. It all seemed so real, that when he woke up the next morning, he was very disappointed to learn it had all been just a dream.
What would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Kyle dejectedly made his way into the kitchen and took out the sharpest knife that was in the silverware drawer. He laid it on the counter and contemplated it for a minute. If he couldn't have Stan, then most certainly Stan could live without him. He'd let his pain and suffering gone on long enough. It was time to end this. He reached for the phone and dialed ex boyfriend number two's number. It was now or never. He had to let Stan know how he was feeling. He had to let him know before he left this cruel world. Kyle wanted to cause him pain the way Stan did to him.
"Hello?" Stan answered. Kyle could hear the tremor in his voice. "Stan? I'm so glad I caught you at home." Kyle fiddled with the knife's blade, running his trembling fingers along the smooth surface.
"Kyle, I was just about to call you. You don't know how many times I've come so close."
"We need to talk." Kyle stated bluntly. Kyle could almost see him nodding on the other end.
"Sure, anything you want. Is now a good time?" Stan tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
"Yeah, and listen. You might find a surprise when you get here," Kyle said.
"Surprise? What do you mean?" Stan asked nervously. Kyle certainly didn't mean what he thought he meant.
"You better hurry, Stan. I don't know how much more my heart can take."
Stan almost dropped the phone, he was so startled. "Just don't do anything rash, Kyle. Please. Not before we've had the chance to talk this through." He begged.
"I'll be waiting." Click.
Stan quickly hung up and flew like the wind out the front door, almost tripping over his own feet. He didn't bother with his bike or car; he just ran all the way to Kyle's, praying to God he would make it in time.