A/N: This chapter would have been up sooner, but I'm lazy. This chapter is longer than the last two. R&R and I will update.
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Stan waited for Kyle behind the school building. He didn't know what they would do, or were they would go, but that didn't matter. He just wanted things to be like they were three years ago.
Meanwhile, Kyle walked out of the front doors, planning to meet Stan, but he couldn't do that without being stopped by Christophe.
"And where are you going?" his boyfriend asked.
"Well I was going to meet Stan after school," Kyle replied.
"Oh really?" Christophe said, raising an eyebrow.
"Is that a problem or something?"
"To be honest, yes. I don't know why, but I don't like Stan. There is just something about him that I don't trust."
"Well, he's like my best friend," Kyle said. Christophe moved closer and put an arm around Kyle.
"Come back to my house afterwards, kay?"
"Okay," Kyle said with no other questioning. The two shared a tender kiss before going their separate ways. Kyle went to the back of the school to find Stan leaned against the wall, with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey," Kyle said. Stan quickly put the cigarette out. "Since when did you start smoking?"
"Since…a couple months ago, I guess," Stan replied.
"Oh." They said nothing for a while.
"Well I was expecting you to give a big speech on how millions of people are killed by smoking each year or something" Stan asked. Kyle gave him a look. "Oh I dunno, it just seems like something you would do." Stan said, blushing slightly in embarrassment. The redhead chuckled.
"Yeah, well since Christophe refuses to quit, it doesn't bug me so much."
"So how long have you two been together?" Stan asked.
"About two years, I think," Kyle said. Stan nodded as they began walking down the street, towards Kyle's house.
"So how's life been for you Stan?"
"Um, okay I guess," Stan said.
"What do you mean by okay?" Kyle asked, sensing the saddened tone in Stan's voice.
"Well, my dad got fired from is job, and that's why we moved back here and Shelly is pregnant. California was nice, but something was missing. I was probably really homesick, so most of the time I was really depressed. And I missed you…a lot."
"I missed you too," Kyle said as they stood in front of Kyle's house. "And that really sucks about, well, everything."
"But there is a particular reason why I wanted to talk to you," Stan said nervously.
"And what's the reason?"
"Well I'm gay and I've known for at least a year and a half," Stan murmured. "Since you're my best friend, I'd just thought I'd let you know."
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah," Stan looked up, his eyes fixed on Kyle's. "But there is nothing different between us, right?"
"No, of course not. I don't know anyone else who is gay besides Christophe," Kyle said. Stan smiled slightly.
"It feels better to get that off my chest," Stan said. Kyle laughed nervously. "It was good talking to you again Stan."
"Good talking to you, too," Stan said, taking a few steps closer to Kyle. The redhead glanced at his watch.
"Oh, it's late I got to go."
"Yeah," Stan replied." I'll, uh, see you tomorrow."
"Okay" Kyle smiled softly, and before he knew it, he felt Stan's lips on his in a short, sweet kiss. After a few moments, Stan pulled away, blushing, and before anything else could be said, Stan ran in the other direction toward his home, leaving Kyle in shock. The redhead blinked for a few times, coming back into reality.
"Oh my god, did that just happen?" Kyle took a deep breath. He was completely confused.
"I have to go talk to Christophe," he decided. As it was beginning to get dark, Kyle made his way to his boyfriend's house. He rang the doorbell, grateful to see Christophe's face on the other side. Kyle greeted Christophe with a loving embrace and a kiss. Kyle sighed, still in Christophe's arms. "I have to tell you something." Kyle knew he had to tell his boyfriend, or the guilt would get to him.
"And I have to tell you something," Christophe said. They walked inside and sat on the couch. Christophe took Kyle's hands in his.
"Kyle, well, what I wanted to tell you is that I'm moving back to France, and I want you to come with me."
Kyle's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" The other boy nodded. "How long are you going for?"
"Forever," Christophe replied. "But my family will take good care of you. Please, Kyle, if you don't go, I'll never see you again."
Kyle rested his forehead against Christophe's.
"I love you, I really do, but…I'm going to have to think about it. My mother isn't all too thrilled about us, and…I just really need sometime to think," Kyle said. This was not what he needed right now.
"Okay," Christophe said. They kiss.
"I guess this is not the best time to bring up the fact that Stan kissed me today," Kyle said.
"What?!" Christophe exclaimed in shock.
"Yeah, but it was short and I didn't kiss him back. I can understand if you're mad."
Christophe looked at his boyfriend, who looked scared and confused.
"No, I'm not mad, but I want you to stay away from him."
"I will," Kyle said, tears filling his eyes. "I should go, I'll see you later."
"Okay, and think about the whole you-going-to-France-with -me thing." Kyle nodded before walking out the door. He was going to find it hard to stay away from Stan, he didn't even know if it was possible.
Stan paced back and forth in his living room. "God, I can't believe I did that, what was I thinking?! He probably hates me now. But I do love him. I have to see him again, just to straighten everything out." And with that Stan grabbed his coat and ran out the door.
Kyle reached his home just before it started to rain. That night, Kyle lay on his bed, recalling the past events. He loved Christophe to death, but he couldn't stop thinking about Stan and that kiss. He actually, almost liked the kiss and yearned for more. He couldn't break up with Christophe, not now, especially when he wanted to go to France, but Stan seemed so much more understanding and needy. Kyle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. When Kyle opened it, he saw Stan, standing there in the pouring rain.
"Stan…what are you doing here?" Kyle asked in shock.
"I'm sorry Kyle, for what I did earlier. I really do love you, but since you're with Christophe, there can be nothing between us. I'm not asking for your sympathy, only for you forgiveness."
Kyle didn't know what to do, he just stood there, with wide eyes. He noticed Stan's tears blending in with the rain. He wanted to tell Stan everything was going to be alright, but instead, without thinking, he embraced Stan, never wanting to let go. They stood there for a while, before Kyle led Stan inside. He put Stan on his couch. The black haired boy looked emotionally exhausted. Kyle went to get a blanket for Stan, and when he came back, Stan was peacefully sleeping on the couch. Kyle smiled, thinking about how cute Stan looked when he was asleep. He threw the blanket over Stan. At that moment all of Kyle's problems seemed to disappear. He gently caressed Stan's cheek. His mind was spinning. Going to France would be good for his relationship with Christophe, but it would fuck up things with Stan. Or maybe there was nothing between him and Stan. But Kyle couldn't be sure, especially because of what had just happened. Kyle sighed as he sat in the arm chair across form the couch where Stan slept. Before he knew it, he found himself drifting off to sleep.
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To Be Continued…
