Finally I can escape that hell hole. Unfortunately I had to stay an hour after school to clap erasers for that old hag. The dust makes me cough and wheeze. My eyes sting, but not as much has my bitterness towards her. I made an inappropriate comment in history class about how we'd all be better off in Canada. Well I used stronger words, that presently I'm unable to repeat... Then some smart ass kid shouts out, "Why are you living here then?". I wish I knew- but the point is he didn't have to stay after school! Nooooo, just the kid with the opinion has to. After clapping her damn erasers and mumbling, "I should shove them up your ass," as I left the room, I preceded to bolt the out of there.
I decided to do some more avoiding by going out the doors in the back of the school and cut through the school's football field. Before I could escape, that pesky British kid is blocking my path.
"Hullo there Daniel."
"What?" I reply sounding a bit more than irritated. He's standing there with that retarded smile on and I have so much built up frustration, I wish I could punch him in the face. I'll bet a million bucks other people had the same exact thought in just the past hour.
"Are you leaving? Looks like you forgot your backpack."
"I don't carry one anymore." I go to walk around him, but he shifts in front of me again. This kid is REALLY asking for it.
"Why are you still here anyway? Don't tell me you had detention-"
"O my, no! I have band practice."
"Uhhuh... Is there a point to you being in my way?"
"Well no I just thought you might like a chat-" I look at him stupidly, wondering what planet he's been kept on all this life.
"-but now that you ask, I was wondering if you've seen Butters anywhere? He's not answering his cellular telephone."
I snicker at the fact that he HAD to say 'cellular telephone' before actually answering. "Butters?... no."
"O, all rightly then. Cheerio!"
This time my attempt to side step him was successful and I pushed the metal door open with full force causing a bang to ring out when it hits the outside wall. I jump from the top step onto the ground and start making my way towards the field. I bury my hands deep into my coat pockets and keep my head hanging low. My hair falls around my face and I can't see a thing except for the ground. Brown ugly dried up leaves swirl around my feet and as the wind picks up, my coat flaps back in retaliation.
"Hey Dan!"
Shit. That's Kyle's voice.
I force myself to look up, noticing that I'm not even half way across the field. Wow, my luck. Kyle is waving vigorously for me to come over. The poor guy forgot he was holding the football and Cartman came up behind him before I could warn him. I watch Kyle get sacked to the ground and I suppose I have no choice but to walk on over.
"Ahhh! Get off me fat ass, I can't breathe!"
Cartman took his time getting up.
"Don't you know what the meaning of 'time out' is!"
"I never heard you say that." Cartman's smirk was always a dead give away that he was lying. Kyle wasn't stupid but chose to let it go.
He turned his attention back to me. "You wanna join us? We can't really play with three people."
"Where's Kenny?"
"We haven't seen him since lunch."
"O... No thanks, that's ok. I'm not really the football playing type. Besides I was just passing by-"
"Whateva! We don't need the cockbite-" Cartman was cut off by Stan who had just ran from the other side of the field.
"No. Come on Daniel. Play. You and Cartman vs Me and Kyle. Unless you're scared?"
Stan's expression was blank except for the creepiness in his eyes. He definitely didn't let go of what happened at lunch. This can't be good.
But Daniel Rouse never backs down from a challenge. I take off my coat and chuck it on the ground.
"Let's go."
"Hike!" I shouted as I tossed the ball back to Cartman.
Playing tackle football with four people is a pain in the ass. How the
hell they were playing with three people before, I'll never know.
Without even looking back, I start running towards the opposite end of
the field. I hear someone close behind me. I don't really care much for
sports, but once your in the game- your in it. My heart was pounding
and I spun around to show Cartman I was open. Stan is just a couple of
steps away from me and Kyle is down by Cartman trying to mess up his
throw. The ball goes sailing through the air and I have to run forward
a bit to compensate for Cartman's short throw.
I actually catch it.
I turn around and run as fast as my legs can carry me. They begin to feel like rubber and I'm almost positive I'm going to collapse at any given second.
Footsteps pound the ground behind me and I know it's Stan. By now I'm huffing and puffing. A sudden burst of will power emerges from me and I make it to the end zone. I can't immediately cease my momentum and then without warning I receive a tremendous blow from behind. It sends me straight down and I smash into the earth. The pain swells up the most in my knees and I can feel the person on top pushing all his weight down on me.
I want to pry him the fuck off me, but I'm too weak and surprised at the moment. Stan gets himself up and I turn over to face him.
"What the hell was that for!" I scream up at him.
He just stands there towering over me, breathing heavily and red in the face. Beads of sweat are dripping from us both. If Kyle and Cartman hadn't came up at that very moment, I could swear Stan was about to kick me.
"You know what this is about! Wendy was everything to me!"
I can't believe what I'm hearing. "No she wasn't! Are you even living your own life!"
"How dare you? How would you know?"
"I've seen and heard enough! Besides this has got to do with something else! You're just looking for a good reason to hate me cause the one you had before was so crappy!"
"What are you talking about!"
"I- I'm not sure!" Great come back Daniel, I humor myself. I pick myself up, grab my coat and walk off to where I intended on heading before; home.
"Come back here! What did you tell her?"
He seemed so intent on knowing, yet he didn't bother going after me.
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The three boys watched Daniel stomp away with whatever dignity he had left. Soon only two shadows remained and had grown longer stretching out from their feet. The sun set faster that time of year and a chilly breeze awoke them from their trance. Kyle was the first to speak.
"Stan, you've got to learn to calm down. I doubt Daniel did anything. This is between you and Wendy. And Daniel was right, you know this."
There was a silence as if Stan was thinking about it, but he chose instead to move on from the subject.
"Where did Cartman head off to? He did it awfully quietly. Unusual for him..."
"Yea, but who cares? Come on, I'll take you home." Kyle placed a hand on Stan's shoulder causing Stan to wince.
"Are you ok?"
"No, I think I bruised my shoulder up real bad when ramming into Daniel... that didn't sound right."
"Ha, ha. No, it didn't. How about this instead, let's go over to my house and I'll take care of you, you big baby."
Stan nodded in response. As both boys headed off, what they didn't realize was that Cartman was in fact near by. He had snuck off towards the school parking lot, where he had spotted a certain black haired girl.
"Wendy wait up!"
The girl, at the mention of her name, stopped in her tracks and in Cartman's eyes spun around in slow motion. A smile that was spread across her face slowly vanished when her saw who it was calling her.
"Cartman, I thought I told you-"
"I know what you said, but I have a surprise for you anyway, whether you like it or not."
"A surprise?"
"Yes, but you have to give me a lift to the mall."
"The mall? How long is this gonna take?"
"A moment of you time is all I ask my dear." Cartman raised an eyebrow and held out his arm."
Wendy found this most intriguing and couldn't resist. She stared him up and down. She just couldn't figure him out. Who'd think that Cartman was a complex human being or rather simply human?
"All right. I guess we're going to the mall." Wendy chose to ignore Cartman's out stretched arm. She took the car keys out of her pocket and pointed it at a small black Jetta. After the two beeps, they climbed in and were on their way.
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"Hello?" Kyle called into the house, but there was no response. He stepped in, followed by a worn out looking Stan.
"Guess my parents wouldn't care if you were over Stan. You're like a
second son to them." Kyle pulled the keys out of the door and went to
shut it. He turned around and saw Stan was looking a little pale.
"Dude are you ok?"
All Stan could do was shake his head. He went to move towards the couch and wobbled. Luckily Kyle ran to his side and helped him the rest of the way there.
"I don't know why I feel so tired all of a sudden..."
"Here just lie down."
Stan sank back on the couch and closed his eyes. He could feel a hand gently stroking his hair back.
Kyle softly whispered into his ear, "I'll be right back ok?"
Kyle started to get up off his knees, when Stan reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Kyle?"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me."
Kyle chuckled thinking Stan was getting delirious, "I'm just going to the kitchen."
"No, I mean... never mind."
Kyle's smiled faded and he understood exactly what Stan was trying to say, "Stan, I'm not going anywhere. No matter what I'll always be here for you."
Stan's grip loosened and he could faintly hear clamor in the kitchen. Kyle then returned with an icepack that he placed on Stan's shoulder. Stan felt a shiver go down his spine, he found himself melting at Kyle's touch.
"O man, that Daniel kid-"
"Shhhhhhhhh." Kyle started stroking his friend's head again. It was so soothing, any traces of anger left was fading away.
And the dark haired boy began to drift off and think; I've never felt so safe and comfortable before. It's only when I'm with Kyle. Not even when I'm in my own bed at home. He's too good to me. Too good. If it was him in a fight, I'd probably jump in and help pound his antagonist. But when it comes to me wanting to start something, Kyle can keep a sane mind in any stressful situation. That's one of the many great things about him...
Stan stirred and slowly opened one eye. He saw the sight of a focused Kyle, sitting on the floor, intently reading what looked to be a textbook.
"How long was I out?"
The sound of his voice surprised Kyle and he glanced up.
"Hmmm? O, about a half an hour."
"Don't you ever take a break from studying?"
"I thought you were sleeping. I might as well do something constructive."
"I don't feel tired anymore, I feel like talking if that's ok."
"Sure." Kyle put his book down and Stan moved over so Kyle had room.
"I think... I'm not really mad at Daniel for breaking Wendy and I up."
"No?"
"No, cause it would've happened eventually."
"Uh huh."
"You knew this all along didn't you?"
"Yup. And I've been trying to tell you, but decided to just wait till you realized it for yourself. You owe Dan an apology."
"I guess..."
"Staaaaannnnn."
"Ok, ok I'll do it."
"Good. Stop being so stubborn."
Stan couldn't put his finger on it, Kyle wasn't like brother and had gotten to be more than just a friend. He stared deep into the green eyes of his smiling companion.
Stan could swear he was imagining it. Kyle reached up with his hand and slowly cupped Stan's face. Stan held his breath. He couldn't tear his coal eyes from Kyle's own. He was scared and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't look away. Thoughts rushed through Stan's head; how could Kyle not find at least one of those girls flocking to him attractive, like Bebe? He always made up an excuse...
Some how the space between them suddenly disappeared. They were so close face to face that Stan could make out every single tiny freckle. He could feel Kyle's warm breath on his cheek and then his lips brushing against his own.
It was just one small kiss on the lips, but surprisingly Stan found that he wanted more. He thought, Kyle initiated the kiss... would it be right for me to continue? Or should I pull away?
As if Kyle read his mind he whispered, "I'm sorry Stan... Just do what you feel is right."
Stan placed his arms around the slimmer boy's waist and kissed him deeply. Opening and closing his mouth, trying to get a feel for the Jewish boy's lips, savoring the way he tasted. Kyle was intensely kissing back and running his fingers through Stan's ebony strands.
"Whoa." Stan drew himself back.
"Stan I'm so sorry. I just thought- I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have complicated things for you. You needed a friend and I just took advantage of that."
"No, don't be sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to do that, but now that you did..."
"I need to know... Did you kiss me back cause you wanted me to be Wendy so bad or something?"
"What! Kyle no... I kissed you back because I wanted to."
"Are you sure cause I've had feelings for you for awhile and I just never thought in a million years you'd ever-"
"No, Kyle it's not like that. I'm not sure why I did it... It just felt right."
Kyle's facial expression changed when he said that. Stan noticed the sparkle in Kyle's eyes.
"I knew it would Stan. I was just waiting for you to realize it..."
Kyle laid Stan back down on the couch and straddled him.
"Um, Kyle-"
"Just relax, trust me."
Kyle bent down and placed kisses up Stan's neck and worked his way back up to his lips. This time the kiss was slower and less rushed. Stan gave Kyle permission to work his tongue into his mouth. Stan could feel himself melt underneath Kyle's weight as his tongue ran across his teeth. Stan let out a soft moan and at that moment would give anything to stay like this forever.
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"Cartman, I don't see why I have to close my eyes."
"You'll see."
"No, that's the thing; I can't see. I can't believe I'm trusting you! Where are you taking me?"
"I told you, we are still inside the mall! God damnit whore, will you just chill already?"
Wendy sighed in response and continued to be directed by Cartman as where to walk.
"Ok, we're here. You can remove the blindfold."
Wendy tore it off quickly and opened her mouth to bitch at Cartman about the unorthodox situation, but stopped herself when she saw where they were.
"Cartman, what the hell?"
"I'm gonna take that as a thankyou and please call me Eric."
Wendy found herself standing in the middle of the mall's roof. To her right was a view of the parking lot, but to her left was a breath taking sight of the mountain town. In front of her on the roof was a make shift classy diner scene. There was a table and two chairs. The table was covered in a crisp white table cloth and what looked to be a very delicious meal waiting to be eaten. Strung along the whole perimeter of the roof were little colored lanterns. What made Wendy smile most was the boombox off to the side plugged into an outlet playing a sweet violin solo.
"How did you- Are you even allowed-?"
"I have connections. Come let's not stand here all night."
Wendy thought she had been drugged and hallucinating. That's got to be the explanation... Cartman must've slipped me something, she thought. But she also knew too well that it was all real.
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"Stan I have a question?" A curly red head was currently wrapped in the arms of his new boyfriend, relaxing on the couch that they had just made out on.
"Sure ask away."
"What was it you and Wendy kept fighting about? I remember you saying you told Wendy something she didn't want to hear and she got pissed off about it."
"O... that. Well do you really want to know?"
"Yea, if you don't mind."
"It was about you."
"No way..."
"I said, I'd rather spend my time with you than her or anyone else in the world."
"Stan... that's so sweet."
Stan blushed to match Kyle's hair and tried his best to hide it.
"So are we going to tell the others?"
"If you don't mind I think we should wait to figure stuff out. I mean telling Kenny would be fine, but I'm not too sure about Daniel and definitely NOT Cartman. Also we can't risk my mom finding out..."
"I understand." Stan bent over to give his boyfriend a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
"So I guess you REALLY owe Daniel an apology now eh?"
"What do you mean?"
"If it wasn't for him 'breaking' you and Wendy up I wouldn't be here in your arms."
"Yea, I suppose."
"Staaaaannnnnn."
"Ok! Ok, I'm gonna say sorry. Geeze."
Both boys broke out in laughter and squeezed each other tightly, until there was a knock on the door. Kyle's parents were home and both boys separated themselves from each other right on time.
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"I have to be getting home now Eric, I'm sorry to say... but I actually had a nice time with you."
The dark haired beauty stood at the edge of the mall roof, by now night had fallen over the quiet town. She was completely smitten and surprised at the fact. The boy next to her watched her lips move as she spoke, the wind blowing her hair back beneath her pink barrette and the reflection of all the little lights in her eyes that made them glow.
"You know the one good thing about living in this small hick town? Less light pollution... You can see all the stars." Wendy said, tilting her head back and smiling at the sky.
"Wendy, I have one last surprise for you."
"Cartman- I mean Eric- you really have done enough. I haven't felt this good in such a long time. I can be myself around you. With Stan I was trying to hide everything to not make him mad. Oddly enough, you don't seem to care about what I think or do- except when I'm being a quote: 'hippie'. I've never felt this comfortable... and I can't believe it's with you of all people."
"EH! Am I suppose to find that flattering!"
Wendy giggled, "I guess so."
"Well here. This is for you. Don't ask how much it cost me." Cartman grumbled as he handed Wendy a small narrow velvet box. She lifted it open and gasped at the necklace inside. It was a silver chain and the pendant was a key decorated in tiny diamonds.
"You know that corny saying: you have the key to my heart and I saw this and..." Cartman's voice trailed off and he shrugged. Wendy quickly put it on.
"O my God Eric! I love it!"
Cartman took Wendy by his chubby hand and they went back down into the mall. It was near closing time so it was kind of empty.
"Excuse me a moment Wendy dear, I just need to use the bathroom then I'll be happy for you to take me home."
"O, I have to take you home now?" Wendy smirked, "All right don't take forever."
Cartman waved his hand at her as he walked away. As soon as he entered the restroom he whipped out his cell phone.
"Butters, operation 'mugher' is a go."
"B-but Eric do I have-?"
"God damnit! You're pissing me off! What did I tell you before!"
"O, s-sorry. But do I have to do this? You promise this is the only thing you're gonna ask me for?"
"I promise. Come on, you know you can trust me."
"... um no. But are you sure I'm not gonna get in t-trouble?"
"Will you relax! If this goes well then you are free from my grasp. And you can't get into any trouble if you stick to the plan. Just remember once I catch up to you, you can get away after that."
"All right."
"Over and out."
"Yea, b-bye."
Cartman turned to leave when he thought he heard something. He felt stupid for forgetting to check before if there were other people in here.
"Who's there?" Cartman tilted his head down sideways to check under the stalls for feet, but saw none. With that reassurance in his mind, he left.
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The two star crossed lovers walked hand in hand in the shady parking lot towards the black Jetta.
"I'll be right there Wendy. I have to tie my shoe." Cartman let go of her hand and bent over to tie the undone lace. Wendy paused a moment to turn around.
"Can't you do that in the car?"
"No..."
"Uh ok." Wendy rolled her eyes and continued. Her heels made a tapping sound that echoed off the concrete.
Suddenly Cartman heard a yelp and looked up in time to see a black clothed figure wearing a ski mask run off with Wendy's purse.
Wendy just stood there with her mouth open unable to move.
Cartman got up and sprung forward after the assailant. The assailant turned back and seeing Cartman in pursuit slowed down. Cartman then tackled the thief to the ground and grabbed the purse back. The thief then preceded to get back up when a hand grabbed him by the arm yanking him off the ground.
"Gah!"
"Great job kid on catching this guy."
Cartman stood up brushing off his knees and pushing back his light brown hair covered in beads of sweat. In front of him stood a security guard, who held on to the scoundrel's arm tightly causing the person to let out a high pitch squeal in pain.
Wendy came running up behind Cartman.
"Cartman, wow! You got my purse back!" Wendy clasped her arms around Cartman's waist, barely reaching all the way around.
"Uh... yea I guess I did. Where the hell did you come from?" Cartman asked the guard completely dumbfounded.
"I saw the crime unfolding on the surveillance video and ran down here
fast as I could. As I can see I didn't really have to, nice job kid."
He patted a stunned Cartman on the back.
"Now let's see who this culprit is!" The guard then pulled off the ski
mask revealing the face of a frightened and confused Butters.
Wendy let out a gasp, "Butters?"
"You know him? Believe it or not most crimes are committed by people who know the victim. I'm gonna take him down town for booking. You kids are welcome to come if you like, but I can pretty much take it from here."
"There's a downtown?" Wendy asked.
"O, no... well it's just the town jail, but it sounds cooler if I say downtown."
"O... Well Cartman after this I just want to go home. And as for you Butters... you should be ashamed of yourself..." Wendy's voice trailed off and she just shook her head.
Butter's eyes swelled up with tears and when he blinked really hard a tiny drop spilled down from each eye, "C-Cartman... d-do something p-please..."
"What's he blubbering about?" The security guard eyed Cartman.
"Nothing! Uh, um I mean- he probably just doesn't want us to press charges- which we won't because- Butters you must be going through some rough times and as your friend i'm going to let this go and pray you find some help."
"That's awfully kind of you." The officer began, "But he'll still have to spend a night in jail or get out on bail."
"Jail!" Butters sputtered, Cartman you wouldn't let-"
"Good. Butters maybe you should use that time to think about what you've done." Cartman waved a finger at the shaking blonde.
With that Butters got taken away. Cartman and Wendy continued on their way home like before, except Wendy couldn't pry herself away from Cartman and kept saying, "My hero!"
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Pip Perip timidly walked into the station around two in the morning. He had been very sleepy when woken up by the phone call, but now his eyes were wide and alert seeing how busy it actually was here at this time of night. He couldn't imagine how many unspoken crimes are committed every night by cruel people. And now he was here to bail out one of them.
"Leopold Stoch. Your bail has been paid for, you're free to go."
"T-thankgod. Uh, so l-long Buba. Nice m-meeting you."
Butters never thought he'd be so happy to hear the clanking of the jail cell door being slid open and he ran out to see his rescuer.
"You did it... You actually came. If you didn't my parents would have to come and you know what they would do..." Butters embraced Pip into a warm hug.
"Of course I came, but..."
"But?"
"I think we should break up."
"W-what! Why! C-cause of t-this? Please let me explain! I d-didn't do it! I mean, I did but-"
"Save it Butters. Look I bailed you out cause honestly I didn't think you'd survive a day in jail, I know I wouldn't. I'm not stupid. Goodbye my sweet butterscotch." Pip kissed Butters on the forehead and left Butters wishing he'd die in that cell instead of losing the person who meant the world to him.
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Cartman opened his door, wondering who had the goddamn nerves to wake up a sleeping fat kid at this time of night.
"Whoever it is should feel lucky that my whore mom is a heavy sleeper."
All these thoughts vanished at once he saw Wendy. Her face was sullen and restless. There was only a light rainy drizzle outside so he didn't understand how her hair had gotten so soaked, unless... she'd been standing there for awhile.
"Wendy." He spoke her voice as if speaking the name of an ancient Greek Goddess; low and airy. "You're the last person I expected."
"Can I come in?" Her voice was as flat as the expression on her face.
Cartman realizing she was still being rained on pulled her in quickly, "Of course, sorry."
"Ha." Wendy scoffed as she removed her shoes.
"Ha?"
"Yea, since when are you sorry for anything?" Wendy looked around the living room but never sat down.
"I- come on that's not fair-what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong!"
"Shhhh woman! My mom is asleep!"
"Like I give a damn. I got an anonymous call- well it was obviously Tweek- he gave himself away by screaming 'Too much pressure!'- But the point was he was in the bathroom in the mall when you were making your call to Butters!"
"I- I what are you talking about?"
"Cartman give me break. You framed Butters just to get me to like you! How could you?"
"... I love you."
"Do you REALLY think that's going to work on me!" Now the veins in Wendy's temple could be seen as her face turned redder.
"Then just get out of my house you damn hippie!" Cartman pointed a finger towards the door.
Tears brimmed in Wendy's eyes. "Fine." She took one step towards the door and Cartman flung himself in front of her.
"No, wait I didn't mean it."
"Cartman, what I came here to actually say was- that whole set up- it was evil, messed up, deceitful-"
"Geeze I KNOW! OK?"
"-And it completely turned me on-"
"Wait I can expla- What?"
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Daniel's POV
Maybe things would've been better if I never found him at all...
The words swirled over and over again in my head. Did I just think
that? How could I mean it, none the less think it? I swear if anyone
shows up at the door I just won't let them in. Maybe I should've showed
up at school this Tuesday, that way I would at least know what the hell
is going on, but no I'm too chicken shit. This is why I hate myself. I
can't always be strong... like him.
Great was that the doorbell? I can't tell. I shut off the music and listen harder, I hate how big this house is. It rang once again. I am not going to answer it. I'm not. It rings one simple "ding" again. I'm not going to answer... I turn the music back on and shut my eyes tightly. Soon they'll go away.
tap, tap, tap. Now what? What is that? I sit back up in bed. Whoever it is is chucking pebbles at my window, how freaking original. I go over there and open it up wider to stick my head out.
"What-!" I don't need to finish. It's him. And I hate him for what he's done, but... I didn't want to see him like this. He never deserves it...
"Kenny... what happened to you?" Even from all the way on the third floor I could see his face staring up at me covered in blood and tears, his clothes all disheveled.
I realize this is dumb trying to talk to him from up here. I run down the spiral staircase and rip open the front door. He collapses in my arms and I carry him upstairs back to my room.
I went to get him some water to drink from my bathroom sink since it's near by. Even though I can't hear him crying, I can sense he is. I can't tell you how many times I can feel his tears on my pillow... One time I got the nerve to ask how he conditioned himself to cry so softly. He told me after everytime it happens, his mom wails so loudly the whole neighborhood can hear. And his father sits in the next room, just listening. When it happens to Kenny, he'll usually lock himself up in his room and cry quietly so the bastard can't hear. Kenny refuses to give him the satisfaction. Sometimes I still don't understand what difference does it make.
I bring him the small paper cup of water and he drinks it so fast, he practically inhales it. He wipes away some snot dripping from his nose into his sleeve. It's like a routine and when he's finished, I know he's ready to talk.
"He- he just got at me again."
I plop down next to him, "No really Kenny." I probably shouldn't be sarcastic right now, but hell- I was never good at this kinda stuff. I'm surprised I manage to comfort him at all.
God he's too good to me. He ignores my slip up and doesn't even throw me a look. I try to make up for it and start over, "I'm really glad you came here... Even though... You know I'm always there-"
"Hey, I know."
"I'm- I'm so sorry." I reach out to touch his face. He doesn't cringe, he still trusts me. Although his face appears soft from the bruising, it's tough. I run my finger down his cheek and push some hair back. I notice dried blooded sticking to it.
"You want to use my shower?"
"Sure, thanks." He slowly gets up and drags his feet into my bathroom. He gets behind the curtain and I'm standing on the other side.
"We can still talk as you um- you know." Suddenly the realization that Kenny was undressing on the other side stuck me. I had to do my best to keep my head straight, "So what did you mean before by 'he just got to you'?"
I hear the water turn on and he shouts over it, "I mean I didn't do anything to set him off. I was just standing there at a bad time."
"You better not be making excuses for him."
"I'm not... I'm just saying. Whatever, as long as it wasn't my mom this time."
I decide to leave and give him some privacy. Fifteen minutes later he comes out wearing some clothes I left in there for him to borrow. His hair is still dripping wet all over my rug, but I don't say anything.
He's standing there again with that blue eyed Bambi look, as if to say 'what now?'.
I'm not sure what it is I'm feeling all of a sudden. Emotions are mixing up and bubbling from out of me. Suddenly telling him the truth feels possible and easy. He's shared so much with me, I should be able to trust him as much as he loves me and open up.
"Kenny, I'm sorry."
"You said that already man. Besides it's not even close to being your fault."
"No... I mean, I'm sorry for... I want you to know there is a reason."
"For what? My dad-?"
"No, I'm not talking about that." He's not following me and the words
aren't flowing as easily as I thought they'd be. But I can't back out
now.
"About the way I reacted when you... kissed me."
"O." We both sit back down on the bed. He still seems intent on wanting to know that reason so I continue. And strangely enough I want to pour out my guts.
"When I was six years old... I was..." How could I say it? I've never told a soul not even my so called girlfriend. I see the way Kenny looks at me and I can tell he i>really /i> loves me. He deserves to know.
"I was raped by a NAMBULA member."
I never wasted a tear on this matter. It was something that I couldn't help and it just happened. The only thing I ever felt thinking about it was anger. Anger towards all gay people... and now I realize why I hate myself. In that moment, when that last word escaped my lips- I broke down. I just completely lost it and cried like I've never before in my life. I cried so hard I couldn't see and my nose started bleeding.
Kenny just held me and I had never felt such relief in my entire life. I felt free. I felt like nothing could harm me ever again, not with his love surrounding me.
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Daniel sat up with a start, which woke Kenny up too.
"What's wrong?" Kenny rubbed his eyes.
"We must have fallen asleep."
"No, duh."
Daniel glanced at the digital clock at the side of his bed, "8:23pm". Then turned his attention to what woke him up in the first place, the door.
"People still came?" Kenny sat up slowly as Daniel tried to take a peek out the window. It had gotten too dark outside to make out the figures below and the glare on the window from the light inside the house wasn't helping.
"Guess we better just answer it," Daniel sighed.
To their surprise there stood Stan, Kyle, and Cartman.
"Um... what the hell? Don't you guys hate me?"
"Yeah, but you never uninvited us dumb ass." Kyle said with a smile on his face and pushed his way past Daniel to ask Kenny what the hell happened to him. Before Daniel could protest Stan stopped him.
"I just want to tell you that I'm sorry, you were right I shouldn't have been mad at you for something that was bound to happen. Also that- KyleandIaregoingoutnow- so get used to it."
Before Daniel could even register what was said to make sure he heard right, Cartman pushed by as well.
"By the way Daniel, I had to invite Butters and Pip on account that I almost ruined their relationship, Wendy's orders."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Stan eyed Cartman.
"Yeah, what the hell did you do now fat ass?" Daniel shut the door and showed everyone where the living room was.
"Let's just say I blackmailed Butter's into stealing Wendy's purse and make it look like I saved her... to win her heart."
"You and Wendy!" Stan's jaw dropped so did everyone else's.
"Yeah and she forgave me after I promised to tell Pip what really happened. So in your words, we are going out now so get used to it." Cartman stuck out his tongue and Kenny just found the whole turn of events quite amusing.
"But who cares about Wendy? Right Stan?" Kyle asked worried as he wrapped his arms around Stan's waist from behind.
Stan chuckled, "Right Kyle."
Cartman couldn't have been more disturbed by the site, "Fags..." He muttered shaking his head.
Daniel for once finally felt as if things were at peace. Everything seemed back to normal. Nobody really hated him, he got his best friend back and everyone was back to hating Cartman- although that never really did change to begin with.
"Come you guys, I got the gamesphere set up in the basement, let's go play some Halo2."
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AN: i'm sry i def rushed this last chappie on account that i
just cant leave things unfinished and wanted to finish it before i move
on to other projects, sry if the ending was cheesy- like a bad soap
opera, lol. Eh, plot wasn't the issue here anyway, it was more about
getting Daniel down as a character. Tell me wat u think! please review!