Christophe's Hater

Kyle approached the Marsh's house, frowning softly, trying to think what he was going to say. Still not able to come up with what he was going to do, he knocked on the front door anyways, and Sparky - Stan's gay dog - began yipping at the door. Mrs. Marsh pulled open the door and welcomed Kyle in with a smile, as she patted Sparky on the head to make him be quiet.

"Hello Kyle, nice to see you again. Stanley's up in his room."

"Thanks," Kyle walked up the stairs and decided to buy more time to think by knocking on his door first instead of just opening it. He heard a clatter of noises but didn't think much of it, Stan was always doing something stupid in his free time.

"Oh, hey Kyle," Stan said quickly as he opened the door for him to come in. Kyle couldn't help but notice Stan was looking nervous, which didn't seem like him but Kyle shrugged it off. Honestly, Stan didn't make sense to him sometimes. "What're you doing here?"

"Something wrong with dropping by to see my friend?" After a minute of silence, Kyle continued, "I wanted to talk to you - er - about Christophe." Stan's reaction was as expected, he longed really surprised and even more nervous, shifting his weight back and forth from his sides.

"Um... what about Christophe?" For some reason Stan sent a glance over to his closet, another thing Kyle excused with a mental shrug.

"I don't think you should be dating him, Stan...." Kyle said slowly, carefully watching Stan's expression to see if he was getting angry at Kyle. Kyle wasn't dumb, he'd shut up if Stan was going to get pissed off and throw something at him.

"Because he's a guy?" Stan asked, surprised at his best friend. He didn't seem to think anyone could not like Christophe so it must just be that he's gay that's bothering Kyle, and that thought really disturbed Stan. Why would Kyle be like that?

"No, no, it's not because of that...." Kyle said quickly, trying to reassure his friend. Nope, Kyle definitely didn't have a problem with gays. Or it'd be really ironic if he did, he'd be way too much like his teacher who seemed to follow them through every grade, Mr. Garrison.

"If you feel like explaining anytime today, I'll be happy to listen," Stan interjected with a grin, though it seemed forced. Neither of them knew what was going on with the other, which let an awkward silence hang for a minute in the air.

"I just think you deserve better than him... I mean... he just never seemed like that good of a guy," Kyle frowned as he glanced at Stan's floor.

"Uh... thanks for the concern, Kyle, but I'm really fine...."

"Fine isn't good enough."

"I'm happy."

"That isn't good enough, either."

"God, Kyle, why do you care anyways? You shouldn't worry about who I date, it's really up to me!" Stan glared icily at Kyle, who looked taken aback and surprised. Of course, who wouldn't after trying to help - even if in a selfish way - their best friend only to be yelled at?

"Whatever, Stan," Kyle hadn't meant for the conversation to go at all like that... but since Stan was already acting like this, "Christophe's a dick-head jerk, though, I hope you enjoy being with someone like that. Bye, Stan."

Kyle turned and headed directly back out of the door, fuming, and not responding as Mrs. Marsh tried to talk to him on his way out the front door. Back in Stan's room, the closet door slowly opened revealing what the noise Kyle had heard before had been. Looking more pissed off than when he was talking about God, Christophe stood and looked to Stan.

"I heard every word," he said coldly, "so? That was your best friend you thought I should meet?"

Stan sighed, and slowly nodded. What had just happened?

Kyle, still furious about what had happened, headed instead of back home to the dumpster where he'd been with Damien earlier. Surprisingly, the dark boy was still there, which agitated Kyle even more because he wanted to vent his anger with no one seeing.

"Having a bad time?" The cool voice of Damien asked as Kyle came by.

"Can you read minds?" Kyle responded angrily, holding out another of the cigarettes that Damien had sold him earlier for him to light. Damien muttered something about Kyle needing to get a lighter as he did so, and Kyle enjoyed the light a lot more than he did the first time. Just as he'd begun, it started to rain. Cursing to every God Kyle could think of, he miserably threw the cigarette on the ground. "Why does it always rain when things go wrong?"

"Would you prefer if the sun was shining and everyone was happy around you?" Damien asked as Kyle miserably sat down on the ground leaning against the bin. Damien sat down next to him, his tortured soul was very familiar, and for the son of Satan, he did have room in his black hole of a heart for pity.

"No..." Kyle muttered, dejectedly staring into Damien's red eyes. "Why're you acting so nice, anyways?" Suddenly he was suspicious, this seemed abnormal.

"I'm in a good mood from getting lucky earlier," he joked with a flashy grin that Kyle was growing to hate. "Nah, everyone has pity for certain things." Forgetting all about the fact that he was the son of the devil, Kyle threw his arms around Damien and just rested in that position.

"It's all right, Kyle," Damien said awkwardly, patting Kyle on the head for lack of knowing what else to do. "Just relax, you can come back to my place if you want to talk," Damien immediately regretted this act of generosity, but he didn't know what else to say. Kyle smiled pitifully, obviously thankful, and the most unlikely two were watching Kyle and Damien.

Pip, who for whatever reason was looking jealous, and then also Stan, who sighed as he watched Kyle, knowing it was all his fault. God only knows what the Devil's child would do to Kyle.