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A/N: Here is chapter 10. Thanks to my reviewers! Not much else I have to say. Go read.
Stan looked at his wrists. What had he done to himself? He decided to take a shower, the water on his fresh cuts burned. Stan cringed, he couldn't take this anymore, he had to tell Kyle. Stan picked up the phone and dialed his boyfriend's number.
"Hello?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle, I'm coming over, it's important," Stan said.
"Okay," Kyle replied. Stan hung up the phone and drove over to Kyle's.
Stan arrived and Kyle was at the door waiting.
"Kyle, we need to talk," Stan said pulling at the sleeves of his coat, trying to hide the cuts.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" Kyle said quickly.
"No, no Kyle, I just need to tell you something," Stan said.
The two walked over to the couch and sat down. Stan turned to face Kyle, taking the boy's hands in his.
"Okay, graduation is a couple weeks away, and when we graduate, I want you and me to move to Denver."
"Whoa, wow, sure!" Kyle said excited.
"Wait- it's ok with you?" Stan asked.
"Yeah, I love you and I never want to be without you," Kyle said in that sweet tone that Stan loved. The black haired boy smiled. He hadn't expected Kyle to agree to his idea.
Kyle looked down and noticed Stan's wrists.
"Oh my god, Stan, w-what made you do this?"
"Kyle, I'm sorry, it's just, my parent's death and what happened yesterday, with you and Cartman, and I just couldn't take it," Stan said, throwing his arms around Kyle. "I never wanted to hurt you."
"It's okay, Stan, everything's going to be okay," Kyle whispered in his ear. He went and kissed Stan's cuts. Stan smiled and the two kissed. It would only be a few more weeks, before the pain and suffering would be over. Kyle hoped Stan could control himself until then, but for right now he was just going to enjoy his lover's soft lips against his, the taste of his tongue, and Stan's warm body against his.
As Stan and Kyle were having their "fun", Cartman walked in the rain to Kenny's house, he needed a voice of reason, and Kenny was the person to go to, (in his case). There were all these emotions of hurt and anger building up inside of him.
"K-Kenny, I need to talk to you, now."
"Aw, come on, why now?" Kenny groaned.
"Cause if you don't, I'm gonna kick your ass, you poor piece of shit!" Cartman threatened. Kenny rolled his eyes and let Cartman in. They sat on Kenny's bed and Cartman told Kenny about the other day. Kenny had never seen Cartman like this before.
"Dude, I'm the only one in this group who is straight." Kenny had said the first thing that had come to his mind.
"Well what can I do?" Cartman said impatiently.
"Move on and find someone else," Kenny said.
"Kenny, I'm not giving up, not yet," Cartman said, inching closer to Kenny. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow.
"But, until then, you can make the pain stop," Cartman whispered.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kenny asked, as Cartman moved even closer.
Sorry about the short chapter. I don't purposely make them short, it kinda just happens. But please review and I will update. I hope I didn't screw anything up by focusing on Kyle and Stan, and then jumping to Kenny and Cartman.
-PoisonCherry69