A/N: Thank you guys for reviewing! Yeah, so I finally updated this. The stupid spacing thing isn't working so the paragraphs might be spaced weird.Ok, anyways, there is really nothing else to say, so, go read!
Kyle finally reached home, suddenly feeling tired. It was about three in the morning. He crawled under the blankets and fell alseep.
Meanwhile, Stan was still walking down the empty road. He didn't really feel like going home yet. He never wanted to go home. He never wanted to face the people he had came in contact with. Stan felt so ashamed. The town wouldn't be the same without Kyle. Life wouldn't be the same without Kyle. Stan fell to his knees and sobbed. Reality was setting in. Kyle was leaving and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Stan? Is that you?" said a familiar voice behind him. Stan turned to see Kenny starring up at him.
"Kenny?"
"Yeah, dude, um, what are you doing out here?" Kenny asked.
"Oh, um, nothing really…" Stan replied, trying to think of a good excuse. "I'm just kind of pissed that Kyle's leaving."
"I see. You know I can make you feel better, if you know what I mean," the blonde said with a smirk. "I could use a nice fuck."
Stan rolled his eyes. "Stop it Kenny, I'm not in the mood."
"Sorry dude," Kenny said. "You must really care about Kyle to be all broken up about this. I mean you haven't seen each other in years."
"Yeah well, he's more than a best friend…to me at least."
"Well I don't know what to tell you, Stan," Kenny said, putting an arm on Stan's shoulder. Stan let out a heavy sigh.
"But, if you really love him that much, you could always go to France and I guess that would like prove how much you love him or something…"
"Hm…I dunno…" Stan said, deep in thought.
"Look, I got to go, see you later," Kenny walked off into the dark. Stan shoved his hands in his pockets and walked on.
The buzzer to Kyle's alarm clock sounded at seven the next morning. He had to be at Christophe's in an hour. It wasn't that he didn't care for the boy, he did…a lot. He cared for Stan too. It just seemed like such a risk to leave Christophe and go with Stan. What if Stan wasn't really right for him? If he did go with Stan, and it didn't work out, he would have left the best thing that ever happened to him. Kyle sighed, picked up his bags and went downstairs to say one final goodbye to his parents.
"Well, bye mom, bye dad," Kyle said with a sigh.
"Kyle, are you sure you want to do this?" Sheila said, hoping Kyle would stay.
"Mom, I'm positive, besides I can't turn back now."
"Okay fine, well goodbye, Kyle." And with that, he gave his parents a hug and walked out the door.
He hated the fact that he had to pass Stan's house to get to Christophe's place, but there was no other way. He paused, looking up at the Marsh residence.
"God, I'm so sorry Stan, you have no idea how hard this is for me," Kyle whispered. The redhead continued walking. He reached his destination and raised his hand to knock on the door. He hesitated for a second, knowing his life was going to change forever, he took a deep breath and entered.
"Hey," Kyle greeted with a smile. He leaned in for a kiss, but Christophe didn't kiss back. Kyle found this a little odd.
"Ready to go?" Christophe asked.
"Yeah, of course," Kyle replied. Kyle didn't like the look in Christophe's eyes. Something was different. "Um, is there something wrong?" Kyle asked.
"Well, in a way, but that can wait until we are in France."
"Oh, alright." Kyle didn't get why his boyfriend couldn't just tell him now. "Oh crap, what if he knows?" Kyle thought. This couldn't be good.
Stan was pacing around his room, wondering if he should take Kenny's advice. This was bugging the crap out of him. God, he couldn't take this anymore. Stan made up his mind. He was going to France, and if it didn't work, then, it was all over.
Kyle and Christophe had boarded the plane. Kyle was feeling extremely nervous. Kyle could only imagine what would happen if Christophe had found out. Part of him was telling him to run off the plane and go find Stan, take him in his arms and kiss him for all he's worth. But the other part was telling him to stay. Kyle put his hand on Christophe's lacing their fingers together. Christophe simply smiled. This didn't reassure Kyle, though. He had no clue what was going through his boyfriend's mind.
Stan waited in the airport anxiously. His flight left in three hours. Stan prayed that this was going to work. He ran a hand through his black hair, trying to calm himself down. He kept telling himself that this was all going to be worth it in the end.
Hours later, Kyle and Christophe were settling down in their new apartment. Kyle was waiting for the other boy to tell him what was bothering him.
"God, this is so beautiful," Kyle said, thoughtfully.
"Yeah, it feels good to be home again," Christophe said. There was a long silence before Christophe spoke again.
"Kyle, I have been meaning to tell you something."
"Sure, what is it?" Here it comes, the moment Kyle feared the most. He knew exactly what his boyfriend was going to say and he really didn't want to hear it.
"I saw you with Stan the other night," the boy said flatly.
"Oh Jesus, Christophe, I can explain. I didn't want to, he forced me," Kyle said, trying to defend himself the best he could.
"Well, from where I was standing, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. You see I waited until we got to France to tell you, so you wouldn't be able to run away and go cling to that bastard."
"W-what do you mean, 'so I wouldn't be able to run away'? Look, I'm so sorry for what I did, put, please can't we put it behind us?" Kyle pleaded, fearing his boyfriend more than anything right now.
"I need to teach you a lesson, Kyle. You belong to me and only me." And with that Christophe rose his fist up in the air.
I hope that didn't suck so much. Yes, that was my attempt at a cliffhanger. I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters left or maybe more, I don't really know yet. So review and I will update.
-PoisonCherry69
