Summary: Kyle is not in fact dead, but cannot remember what just happened.
Isn't it lucky we have people like you?
Rating: Rated PG-13 for uncensored swearing mostly, no smut or anything.
A/N: You know how much I "hate" to let my "numerous fans" down, but I really had to do an other Stan chapter. The time was right.
Also, to Society's Cavity, thanks for the reviews! I was hoping you would like it.. )
I can see where you're coming from about The Mole's accent, I write it that way because I find when it's written with a french accent, it's easier to hear it in my head with a french accent.
They Killed Kyle!
Stan lay Kyle carefully down on the cold floor of the classroom, and then sat down next to him.
"Kyle? Kyle!?"
He wondered what the appropriate response to someone who had been found unconscious was.
Kyle would know, of coarse, but he couldn't ask Kyle.
Stan checked to see if Kyle was breathing once again, which he seemed to be, although Stan wasn't sure. Of course you can't breath when you're dead, he thought to himself, can you?
No, that would go against all sense. Kyle couldn't be -dead.
"KYLE!"
Stan watched Kyle attentively to see if anything had happened, which was rewarded when he saw Kyle twitch, and heard a murmur. His knees felt weak with relief, he felt for a moment he might just collapse on top of Kyle. Pull yourself together, Stan! You aren't the one who just got knocked out!, said the voice in the back of his mind, and he tried to comply.
Kyle opened a wary eye.
"Stan?"
"Yeah?"
"Where the -fuck- am I?"
"You're on the classroom floor. When I was walking down the isle to get off the bus, I found you out cold sitting by yourself. Carried you inside.
I don't have a clue what knocked you out."
Kyle tried to sit up slowly, but it didn't seem to be working, and he very nearly hit his head once again, but Stan managed to catch it before it connected with the floor.
"Lesse...", Kyle started as he rubbed his head a little, "I was talking to The Mole, he said it was his first day of school, but then I can't remember what happened."
Stan let out a sigh.
If his memory served him right, one of his sentiments regarding The Mole had been 'Damn, dude, that kid is -fucked up-', and it seemed he still wasn't wrong.
If Mole was going through some sort of premature "Adolescent Anger" and was taking it out on Kyle, he would.
Who was he kidding, he would probably talk it out peacefully, or give Kyle some paternal sounding advice.
"You're still holding on to me, Stan."
He let go of Kyle gently.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I was lost in though"
"Ok, you two, Kyle's alive, now it's time to get on with the lesson you little hellions.", came Mr. Garrison's voice, Stan wondered how long he had been there.
"That's right Mr. Hat", replied Mr. Garrison to himself.
Both boys attempted to compose themselves before sitting down at there respective desks, so that the lesson could be got on with.
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Kenny watched Stan and Kyle fondly from his desk as they conversed on the floor.
He often had the impression with his friends that he was on the outside looking in, and it gave him a kind of clarity and sometimes impartialness with which he though of there relationships.
If I get to call in another favor from Satan, he thought dreamily, I could get a cupid-style bow and arrows.
When he was in class, or before going to sleep at night, or any other time when his thoughts where the only thing to entertain him, he thought about who he would shoot and pair up with his bow and arrows.
Cartman and Wendy seemed to him to be an obvious pick, they where just perfect for each other.
Then maybe Pip and Damien, Bebe and Butters, Kyle and.
He wasn't sure who Kyle matched with, there where several options.
Kyle was gay, Kenny was pretty sure of it, which narrowed things down a bit, but he couldn't decide between several pairings.
"We have a new Student, class.", said Mr Garrison. Most of the time when he talked Kenny could successfully ignore it, but this for some reason caught Kenny's attention. "-Another- one. Class, please welcome Chistophe."
A kid with messy brown hair, a cigarette in his mouth, and eyes that looked much to old for him stepped up to the center of the chalk board. Kenny thought maybe he had seen him on the school bus, but he wasn't to sure. In any case, he looked hauntingly familiar.
He watched attentively as the Chistophe kid sat down next to... Kyle?
It would seem that Kyle had another option, Kenny thought smiling under his parka.
A/N Again: I plan on writing a Cartman chapter next, but we shall see. I hope I'm writing Stan correctly... Also, I have decided not to reveal Kenny's thoughs on who Kyle should be paired with as I feel it would give away large portions of the story, but it will be revealed later, along with the Kenny love interest.
Don't hold your breath for the next chapter, though, I don't plan to put all the answers in there.
Isn't it lucky we have people like you?
Rating: Rated PG-13 for uncensored swearing mostly, no smut or anything.
A/N: You know how much I "hate" to let my "numerous fans" down, but I really had to do an other Stan chapter. The time was right.
Also, to Society's Cavity, thanks for the reviews! I was hoping you would like it.. )
I can see where you're coming from about The Mole's accent, I write it that way because I find when it's written with a french accent, it's easier to hear it in my head with a french accent.
They Killed Kyle!
Stan lay Kyle carefully down on the cold floor of the classroom, and then sat down next to him.
"Kyle? Kyle!?"
He wondered what the appropriate response to someone who had been found unconscious was.
Kyle would know, of coarse, but he couldn't ask Kyle.
Stan checked to see if Kyle was breathing once again, which he seemed to be, although Stan wasn't sure. Of course you can't breath when you're dead, he thought to himself, can you?
No, that would go against all sense. Kyle couldn't be -dead.
"KYLE!"
Stan watched Kyle attentively to see if anything had happened, which was rewarded when he saw Kyle twitch, and heard a murmur. His knees felt weak with relief, he felt for a moment he might just collapse on top of Kyle. Pull yourself together, Stan! You aren't the one who just got knocked out!, said the voice in the back of his mind, and he tried to comply.
Kyle opened a wary eye.
"Stan?"
"Yeah?"
"Where the -fuck- am I?"
"You're on the classroom floor. When I was walking down the isle to get off the bus, I found you out cold sitting by yourself. Carried you inside.
I don't have a clue what knocked you out."
Kyle tried to sit up slowly, but it didn't seem to be working, and he very nearly hit his head once again, but Stan managed to catch it before it connected with the floor.
"Lesse...", Kyle started as he rubbed his head a little, "I was talking to The Mole, he said it was his first day of school, but then I can't remember what happened."
Stan let out a sigh.
If his memory served him right, one of his sentiments regarding The Mole had been 'Damn, dude, that kid is -fucked up-', and it seemed he still wasn't wrong.
If Mole was going through some sort of premature "Adolescent Anger" and was taking it out on Kyle, he would.
Who was he kidding, he would probably talk it out peacefully, or give Kyle some paternal sounding advice.
"You're still holding on to me, Stan."
He let go of Kyle gently.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I was lost in though"
"Ok, you two, Kyle's alive, now it's time to get on with the lesson you little hellions.", came Mr. Garrison's voice, Stan wondered how long he had been there.
"That's right Mr. Hat", replied Mr. Garrison to himself.
Both boys attempted to compose themselves before sitting down at there respective desks, so that the lesson could be got on with.
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Kenny watched Stan and Kyle fondly from his desk as they conversed on the floor.
He often had the impression with his friends that he was on the outside looking in, and it gave him a kind of clarity and sometimes impartialness with which he though of there relationships.
If I get to call in another favor from Satan, he thought dreamily, I could get a cupid-style bow and arrows.
When he was in class, or before going to sleep at night, or any other time when his thoughts where the only thing to entertain him, he thought about who he would shoot and pair up with his bow and arrows.
Cartman and Wendy seemed to him to be an obvious pick, they where just perfect for each other.
Then maybe Pip and Damien, Bebe and Butters, Kyle and.
He wasn't sure who Kyle matched with, there where several options.
Kyle was gay, Kenny was pretty sure of it, which narrowed things down a bit, but he couldn't decide between several pairings.
"We have a new Student, class.", said Mr Garrison. Most of the time when he talked Kenny could successfully ignore it, but this for some reason caught Kenny's attention. "-Another- one. Class, please welcome Chistophe."
A kid with messy brown hair, a cigarette in his mouth, and eyes that looked much to old for him stepped up to the center of the chalk board. Kenny thought maybe he had seen him on the school bus, but he wasn't to sure. In any case, he looked hauntingly familiar.
He watched attentively as the Chistophe kid sat down next to... Kyle?
It would seem that Kyle had another option, Kenny thought smiling under his parka.
A/N Again: I plan on writing a Cartman chapter next, but we shall see. I hope I'm writing Stan correctly... Also, I have decided not to reveal Kenny's thoughs on who Kyle should be paired with as I feel it would give away large portions of the story, but it will be revealed later, along with the Kenny love interest.
Don't hold your breath for the next chapter, though, I don't plan to put all the answers in there.