A/N: This is the final alternate ending. I'm equally disgusted with all of them. I just couldn't find the right one. I guess if enough people like a certain one, I'll make the appropriate change but for now, I'll leave these posted. I'm definitely uploading an epilogue, which means a short after word, tying any or all loose ends. That'll be up soon. Until then, please review this sucky ending as well. Thank you.
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Kyle hovered uneasily in the shadows, watching Pip as he rounded the corner. He'd looked absolutely petrified. What in the world could Pip possibly have to tell Stan? And why would that make him so nervous? He knew there was one way to find out but he would feel bad for eavesdropping. And on his own boyfriend, for that matter.
But his curiosity was getting the better of him and he felt himself being pulled by invisible hands towards the back of the school. He hid himself behind a wall, watching the scene unfold before him.
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Kyle could tell Pip was quite apprehensive about something, the way he kept fiddling with his hands and picking at his clothes.
Stan waited for Pip to tell him why they were both here. For some unknown reason, Stan found himself checking Pip out. He wasn't bad looking, really. In fact, if he would just lose that silly beret and the retarded bowtie and dress in more stylish clothes, he'd actually be cute. Stan felt a blush creeping onto his neck for thinking such thoughts. He had to stay focused on what really mattered, him and Kyle. Not him and Pip.
Without much warning, Pip flew towards Stan and grabbing the ebony haired boy by the shoulders, practically lifting him off the ground. Stan struggled to free himself, but was rather surprised by the feel of Pip's lips on his.
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Kyle put a hand to his mouth to keep from gasping out loud. He couldn't believe it. So this is what Pip wanted to tell Stan. He was in love with him. With his boyfriend! Kyle pursed his lips, feeling the anger start to boil. Stan pushed Pip away from him, shoving him back against the dumpster.
There was a wild look in Pip's eyes, almost desperate.
"What?! What do you mean? I don't understand." Stan was so confused. What was up with everyone revealing his feelings for him? It had to be something in the water. Who was gonna be next? Cartman? Stan shuddered at the thought.
Pip let his backpack drop to the snow covered ground before approaching Stan slowly, stopping inches from his beautiful face.
He took more deep breaths before speaking. "Stan. I love you. I've loved you ever since sixth grade. I was always afraid of telling you, though. You've always been more popular than me at school. I knew I didn't have a chance in bloody hell with you. But Stan. I can make you happy. Please give me a chance." Stan was backing away, even as Pip said this.
"No. No, Pip. This can't be happening. I don't love you. I love Kyle." Stan stopped walking as his back hit a brick wall. Damn. The only way out now was forward, and Pip was blocking his path. Pip now had Stan cornered, both hands on either side of him on the wall, trapping him.
"Stan. Please. Let me love you. We can make this work, I know we can. You don't need Kyle when you have me." Pip's unyielding eyes mesmerized Stan. It was almost as if he were being hypnotized by the British boy. And maybe he was. Because Stan found himself drowning in Pip's slow kiss. No! This isn't right! The voice inside his head screamed. Kyle's your boyfriend. You love Kyle!
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Kyle's eyes filled with tears as he saw Stan let himself be pushed around by the scoundrel. How could Stan do this to him?
Stan moaned as he nudged Pip away. "I – I don't know. This doesn't feel right. Why are you doing this to me, Pip? Why?" Stan couldn't help it. He burst into tears. Pip pressed himself closer to Stan, snaking his arms around his somewhat well built body. He enjoyed the feel of Stan's lean chest against his own, rather skinny, pale body.
"Shhh. Don't cry now. I promise you. Everything's going to be ok. You'll see. I can make all your pain disappear if you'll just let me." Pip comforted Stan.
Stan reluctantly rested his head on Pip's shoulder, still not believing that this is what Pip's true purpose had been for this little get-together. He wished Kyle were here. He wished Kyle were holding him instead of Pip, but for some reason, Stan just couldn't seem to pull away from Pip's soothing embrace.
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Kyle had no idea what Stan was thinking at this point, but he pretty much figured it wasn't about him. It was obvious what Stan had decided. He turned away, not being able to subject himself to any more pain.
He backtracked to the front of the school where he let out the breath he'd been holding.
He leaned heavily against the wall, trying to calm himself. "Hey Jew!" Kyle quickly wiped at his eyes before whirling around. "What do you want, Cartman?" He asked in a doomed voice.
Cartman feigned a hurt look. He didn't seem to notice Kyle's agony. "Now is that any way to talk to your good friend?" He put an arm around Kyle's shoulder, squeezing it a bit too hard. Kyle shied away, more disgusted than ever. He didn't know why they still hung out with each other. It wasn't as if they were particularly close.
"I was thinking you could come over to my house for a little while. You know, shoot the breeze." Cartman started. Kyle rolled his eyes. "Damn it, Cartman. Now's not really a good time." Cartman just looked at him. "Planning on having some 'fun' with your boyfriend?" He spat.
"What's it to you?" Kyle asked. He noticed the rather strange, possessive look that came over Cartman's eyes. He didn't like how he interpreted that. "You're not jealous, are you?" Kyle asked. He shivered in repulsion at the mere thought of Cartman liking him or Stan as something more than a..."friend."
"Hell no. Why would I be jealous of a stupid Jew?" Cartman said.
Kyle sighed. "Never mind. Must you really need me to service your fat self now?"
Cartman laughed softly. "Yes. I believe now would be a good time." He took Kyle by the arm and he grudgingly went without any further protest.
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Stan nervously stared at the phone, debating on whether to call Kyle. He didn't know whether he should tell him what had happened between him and Pip. He felt like such a horrible person. It wasn't as if he loved Pip or anything. He loved Kyle. But Pip had seemed so clingy and needy that Stan had fallen under his mesmerizing spell.
He was startled out of his reverie by a knock on his bedroom door. He went to answer it and was somewhat surprised to see Kyle himself. Before he could open his mouth, Kyle's fist met Stan's surprised face. He fell to the floor, stunned. He gazed up at Kyle in shock, the pain unbearable.
He held one hand gingerly to his eye, feeling for swollenness and bruising. "What the fuck, Kyle?" Stan asked angrily. He struggled to sit up. He was too busy being upset to notice the doll dangling in Kyle's fingers.
"I saw...you...and...Pip..." Kyle spat out between clenched teeth. Stan's eyebrows went up in alarm. "What do you mean, you saw me and Pip?"
Kyle laughed without humor. "Don't play games, Stan. You know what I mean. By the dumpster. I saw you and Pip talking. And kissing. Did you enjoy yourself?" he waited impatiently for a response from Stan, who was still sitting on the floor, still holding his bruised eye. Kyle felt a deep, gashing pain pulsing in his heart. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Why, Stan?" Kyle finally broke down He was barely coherent as he spoke between his sobs. Kyle slid down one wall, his body shaking badly. He stared at Stan, not in anger, but in confusion and pain.
"Why? I thought you loved me. I thought we had something." Stan bit his lip, feeling all too ashamed of himself now. Kyle had truly loved him. He never would've tested his feelings for the one he really loved. Stan could see that now.
"Kyle. I – I love you. Please believe me. I told – I told Pip to go away. You must've left early. He won't be bothering me anymore. You're the one. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Stan bit his lip to keep from crying himself.
Stan hesitantly crawled over to Kyle, being careful not to make any sudden movements.
He gently brushed back a red lock that had gone astray. He was pleased Kyle didn't back away. Kyle sniffed as he rested his chin on Stan's shoulder. He wanted Stan to tell him everything was going to be ok, that he would never again betray him like that.
Stan gently helped Kyle to his feet, letting the other boy lean on him for a moment before pushing them both back towards the bed.
"Kyle. Kyle. I love you." Stan kept whispering over and over as he stripped them of their clothes. Kyle just lay there, still in a daze over what had happened. He wasn't sure he was totally ready to forgive Stan for what he'd done, but he knew that he was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
Kyle was crying as Stan lubed himself up and rolled on the condom. "Stan." He murmured. "I love you, Stan." Stan brushed his lips against Kyle's, causing him to calm down somewhat. Stan gently eased himself into Kyle's body.
Kyle whimpered mostly in pain but he welcomed Stan's organ. "I'm sorry baby. I don't want to hurt you." Stan whispered. Kyle shook his head. "No. It's okay." He whispered back.
Stan took his time, not wanting the moment he'd been waiting for to end too soon. Their lovemaking was passionate and almost frantic. They tried to keep their moans quiet as they climaxed at the same time. Kyle clung to his boyfriend desperately, not wanting this state of blissfulness to disappear. He gazed in guilt at Stan's black eye.
"Hey. You never did tell me why you were carrying around Miss Polly." Stan said as he snuggled up close to Kyle, draping an arm over his torso. He nuzzled his ear as Kyle cracked a smile and let out a quiet giggle.
Stan listened in silence as Kyle recounted what happened in Cartman's room. Neither boy said anything for awhile. They were just content to lie in each other arms and enjoy each other's company, both being the happiest they've ever been in quite a while. Stan knew he and Kyle would be ok but as for Pip, well he decided that that would be a road that would remain less traveled.