The Truth
"Stan..." Kyle started softly, fighting off the tears. He couldn't have meant that... he couldn't hate Kyle... could he?
"Get out of here, Kyle," Stan hissed softly. "Get out of here right now before I give you a wound you won't live through."
Kyle opened his mouth, about to say something, but thought better of it and closed it. He turned on his heel and walked away.
'He made his choice... I need to get over it! He wants to be with Christophe! But it just isn't fair... I'm so much better for him....' Carried away in his thoughts his feet took him back to the woods where it had all just happened. Kyle sat down against a tree, staring at the blood that stained the grass.
"I did a good job, didn't I?" A voice from behind another tree said, making Kyle jump. Damien laughed quietly as he walked over to Kyle. "I knew you'd come back here."
"Wh... why'd you do it, Damien?" Kyle asked, his gaze back on the blood.
"Were you listening before? I don't want you to get hurt, nor do I want Stan to get hurt." Damien spoke as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, Stan hates me now," Kyle spat bitterly.
"Does he now?" Damien looked rather surprised to hear this, "Why is that?"
"Because he thinks I'm the one who hurt Christophe," Kyle said coldly, staring into Damien's unblinking eyes.
"He'll come through."
"How do you know that? What if he doesn't?"
"He will," Damien said, looking positive. "Christophe can't keep hiding how he feels. He'll crack and Stan will know he was wrong." Kyle looked hopefully at Damien, as if praying this was true.
"You think so?"
"You shouldn't be hoping for your friend's heart to be broken, though, just so you can swoop in and be his Prince Charming."
"I'm not!" Kyle yelled a bit louder than he'd meant to, going pink. "And why would... why would you think that? That I'd want to be his...." Kyle broke off, but Damien didn't need for him to say anything else.
"Kyle, just because a lot of South Park is stupid, doesn't mean I am. I see how you look at him. Do you really want to deny it?" He snickered a bit, making Kyle go even pinker.
"Shut up!"
"Ah, it's okay to be a fag."
"I'm not a – !"
"Of course not," Damien said with a wicked grin. "You keep on telling yourself that, Kyle. Maybe it'll come true."
'I just hate that smug look he gets when he's right.'
Knock knock.
A blonde boy pulled open the door, looking surprised to see Kyle standing there.
"Kyle... Broflovski?" Gregory didn't seem to trust that it was him, as neither had been that fond of the other.
"Er, yeah, hi, Gregory...."
"Why are you here?" Gregory asked, cutting straight to the point, which irritated Kyle for some reason.
"Do... do you remember... Christophe?"
The reaction the simple question had on Gregory was amazing. His pale cheeks turned a bright red, he started fidgeting with his hands, and started kicking at the snow, looking incredibly embarrassed. Kyle stared in disbelief. This wasn't Gregory. He must have the wrong house.
"Err... are you... okay?" Kyle asked blankly, unsure what was happening. Gregory was staring fixedly at the ground, not that anything was interesting about the snow.
"Uh... yes... I remember... Christophe...."
"Okay, that's cool... how did you feel about him?"
"Why? What have you heard?" Gregory looked up into Kyle's eyes, looking as though he was unsure if he wanted the answer.
"Nothing, dude... it's just...."
"I don't want to talk about him," Gregory said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Kyle was getting impatient, this was ridiculous, all he wanted was for Christophe to leave Stan alone. He didn't have time for Gregory's stupid problems.
"What happened?" Kyle pressed anyways, and Gregory looked slightly surprised that he asked.
"No one ever cares about my life...." Kyle smacked his hand against his forehead. Gregory was an idiot. No wonder he had no friends.
"All I want to know is what happened with you and Christophe. Because he really likes you." Way to be blunt.
"What? Christophe rejected me when we were nine, why would he change his mind?" Gregory frowned, not daring to be hopeful that Kyle was telling the truth.
A part of Kyle wondered if anyone was straight in South Park. But his eyes widened, surprised to hear this information. "He... he rejected you?"
"Yes... he did. He said there was no way he was a 'fucking faggot'." Gregory's hand started to shake, clearly not forgetting soon about the pain that had caused him.
"I... sorry, Gregory. But he is... I mean, he's gay, you know... he's dating... my friend." Kyle couldn't bring himself to actually say "Stan" because a part of him still wanted the whole ordeal to just be a nightmare.
"The blue-hatted kid or the fat one?"
"The "blue-hatted kid" as you put it."
Gregory looked annoyed for a moment, "So that's twice he's gotten who I wanted."
"Wai– what?"
"Wendy... don't you remember? "Fuck Gregory! Fuck him right in the ear!"" He imitated Wendy's voice as he said the last part, and Kyle felt sorry for him... though it had happened a while ago, Kyle knew exactly what he was feeling. After all... didn't they share the same pain about Christophe and Stan dating?
"Christophe's in the hospital... maybe you should visit him...."
"I – I think I will... thanks."
Kyle nodded slowly as he turned to go back home. 'When did my life become a teenage girl drama?'
The next morning, Kyle fake coughed until his mom decided he was too sick to go to school. He couldn't deal with seeing Stan... not today. Kyle curled back up under his blankets and returned to sleep until around 10:30 when someone came into his room.
"Yo, Kyle," Kenny greeted cheerfully, jumping onto Kyle's bed.
"Mrf... Kenny?"
"That's me!" He flashed a grin as he then jumped on Kyle to attempt to wake him up.
Kyle couldn't help but laugh. "What're you doing here, Kenny? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"I could say the same for you, y'know," Kenny replied, poking Kyle's nose playfully. "I ditched to come see if you're okay... well... and..." Kenny broke off, looking sheepish about what he was about to ask.
"And what...?"
"What happened between you and Christophe?" Kenny asked quickly. "There's rumors going around about your fight, so I was just wondering, 'cause that didn't sound like you."
"It wasn't me... it was Damien who did it...." Kyle looked relieved that Kenny was nodding, clearly believing what he was saying. It was nice to have someone believe him.
"Yep, I knew it wasn't you... hell, I heard you got your ass kicked by a home schooled kid back when we were eight... I knew you couldn't do that to Christophe." Kenny nodded happily and Kyle's eye twitched.
"I could beat up that kid... I was just... being nice to him," Kyle said defensively.
"Sure Kyle... sure," Kenny winked. Kyle scoffed.
Clearly desperate to change the subject, "How did you get in, anyways? My parents are both out...."
Kenny waved a key in front of Kyle's face. "Really, can't you do any better than under the welcome mat? You're just begging to be robbed."
Suddenly aware he was losing feeling in his legs, Kyle knocked Kenny off of the bed and stood up, making Kenny start laughing. "Nice boxers, Kyle." Kyle glanced down at his teddy bear boxers and he grinned.
"I think they're quite spiffy."
"Keep thinking that," Kenny smirked as he rummaged through Kyle's closet and tossed him a pair of pants. But Kyle, being the mature child he is, lunged and pulled down Kenny's pants, showing off his green and silver striped boxers.
"Mine are better than yours." Kyle said with a triumphant grin as Kenny pulled up his pants, not the least bit embarrassed.
"Kyle... you're an idiot."
Kyle waited until he was sure it was late enough that Stan's parents would be asleep. 'I have to get him to believe me... I have to let him know exactly how I feel.' Kenny had successfully distracted him from thinking about Stan for a while earlier that day, but now he was just focused on Stan....
Kyle tried to flatten his hair down before putting on his trademark hat with no success, then he set quietly out of his house. The walk to Stan's house took longer than it normally seemed to, and as he'd predicted, all of the lights except for the one in Stan's room were off.
Knowing the combination to Stan's garage, he tapped in the numbers and the garage door opened. As usual, the door that connected their garage to their house was unlocked, and he crept slowly and quietly in, not wanting to wake Mr. and Mrs. Marsh. He didn't need the lights to be on to know where he was going (unless Sparky happened to be laying on the ground where he would step on him). But Sparky seemed to be out of the way as Kyle moved through the dark up to Stan's room.
Once he made his way to his room, Kyle paused outside of the room for a few minutes, unsure how to say exactly what he so badly wanted to. Slowly he raised his hand, knocking three times on the door, which Stan opened, looking surprised and angry.
"What're you doing here, Kyle?" Stan hissed, though he allowed Kyle entrance to his room.
"Stan... I know you're mad at me... but please let me explain." Stan frowned slightly, but didn't interrupt. "I didn't hurt Christophe," Stan made a slight noise of disbelief, "it was my fault he got hurt, but I was there to try to save him. Damien was the one who actually cut him... and I'm sorry, he did it because... because Christophe's a scumbag, he didn't like seeing both of us getting hurt."
"I'm not getting hurt, Kyle, and how are you getting hurt?"
"I... this is selfish of me, but I... I hate seeing you two together... because...."
"Because why?" Stan asked, though looking slightly irritated still, he was rather curious what Kyle had to say.
"Because... I think I love you, Stan."