ONE, CHAPTER 4
By DeadKenny
A/N: No song this time. Just pure fluff. The only thing is that this chapter is really short. Possibly the shortest one yet.
SPECIAL THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS:
SP Princess – Yes, they DO suck ass, don't they?! LOL.
Aimee – I'm glad you loved chapter 3 so much, and sorry it took so long for chapter 4, but I'm looking for jobs, and, well, it can be time consuming. Not to mention that I only spend about an hour a day online lately.
Dreamcatcher-022 – You've got it, my friend.
Diala – Don't feel too bad about it. You're not the only one who does.
Patt – Well, I'm glad to see that you're not of those "Oh my gawd! Slash is SICK!!" kind of people. :). I hope you like this new chapter just as much.
Pain. Sadness. Loneliness.
All of these ate away at his soul, but what to do about it? The only purpose he'd had in his life had left him, and there was nothing else. No joy left. This... gun... was all he had. Escape was all he had left.
Stan let a depressed sigh escape his lips as he sat on his bed, staring down at the Smith and Wesson he held in his hands, the barrel of the thing pointed at the ground. It would be so easy now. Just lift, place, and fire. Badda bing badda boom. No pain.
But no Stan, either.
And the cobalt-haired boy definitely wasn't ready for that.
"Kyle..."
His cheeks were red with perspiration as he madly ran, ignoring the stares and strange looks cast to him by random citizens. They did not matter. None of them did. There was only one person that Kyle cared about. One bright star among the darkening clouds that was the life of Kyle Broflovski.
And then his mother had taken that away. But he was going to get it back.
No matter what.
Nothing else mattered anymore.
Stan, his eyes wet from the tears, was jerked out of his sobbing when the doorbell rang. Huh? Who the hell was visiting him right now? Cartman was off doing something with his mother, and Kenny was in temporary dead mode right now. So who was at the door?
Unless...
He rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over the hallway rug as soon as he had descended, and threw the door open wildly, all crushing sadness and thoughts of suicide vanishing in an instant, replaced by jubilation, when he saw the redhead boy standing there, smiling.
Stan wanted to express his love for Kyle, to explain how he was feeling, but he couldn't force the words out. But at this point, it no longer mattered, because Kyle was looking into his eyes, those beautiful pupils of Stan's that he had always found irresistible, and now the Jewish boy was taking his friend into his arms, kissing him passionately, gently pushing his tongue against Stan's lips as he did so. Stan allowed access, moaning in the back of his throat, as their tongues wrestled.
They held like that for five minutes, then they broke away, and Kyle was smiling, a light shining in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Stan. I shouldn't have listened to my mom. I love you."
"I love you, too, Kyle."
A few minutes later, in the upstairs bedroom of an otherwise empty house, Stan found the perfect way to fully express his love for his best friend.
The End? Maybe...