Trouble

Ike is at his school on the pay phone. "I don't know where he is mom. He should have been here two hours ago...well I'll give him another half hour. I'll have him call you when he gets here." Ike hangs up the phone and goes outside. "Where are you Kyle? Maybe I should go to see if he's at his school." Just then Kyle comes running up a hill. "Kyle, where the hell were you?"

Kyle starts panting. "Sorry Ike, I had a little trouble at school."

"You could've let me know in advance that you were going to be late!"

"Like I said, I had a little trouble at school. It was a last minute thing."

"Well I was worried sick about you, I even called mom and-"

"You called mom?" Kyle was frantic.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't know where you were and I had to let mom know."

"Oh God, she's going to kill me."

"Yeah probably. She didn't sound too happy on the phone."

"Come on, let's hurry up and get home." The two boys head home. The entire time Kyle is trying to think of an excuse to tell his mom when she comes home. 'I can't tell her that a girl shoved me into a locker, it's embarrassing.' Kyle was very fidgety just thinking about it.

Later that evening, the Broflovski's were enjoying a meal. Everyone was quiet for the most part, but then Sheila decided to break the silence. "So Kyle, why were you late picking Ike up?"

"Sheila," he husband started, "you promised to wait until after dinner to discuss this."

"Well I couldn't hold it in any longer. So what's the reason Kyle?" Kyle starting picking at food and was avoiding eye contact with his mom. "Young man, I asked you a question!"

"Let it go Sheila."

"I can't let it go Gerald. Kyle knows he's supposed to be at Ike's school at 2:45 and he didn't show up until 4. Poor Ike was probably scared to death."

"You can discuss it after dinner."

"Gerald, I'll handle this. Kyle, answer my question!" Kyle still avoids making eye contact. She grabs Kyle's head and moves it so that he is looking at her. "Answer my question! And look at me when I'm talking to you!" Sheila demanded.

"Umm..." Kyle began, "I-I had a little trouble at school."

"What kind of trouble?"

'I might as well tell her the truth, well half the truth anyway.' Kyle thought. "Someone shoved me into a locker at the end of the day and I had to wait for the janitor to let me out."

"What? What? WHAT? Who did that to you? Was it that Eric Cartman kid?"

"No it wasn't him."

"Then who was it?"

"It was...some football player. I don't know what his name is though."

"What did you do to this football player?"

"I didn't do anything to him."

"So you expect me to believe that some football player shoved you into a locker for no apparent reason?"

"It's the truth, I swear."

"I'm not buying it Kyle. What really happened? I want the truth and I want it now." His mother gave him a stern look.

"Mom, I'm telling you the truth. Why won't you believe me?"

"Kyle, you're too nervous. That's why I don't believe you." Sheila starts shaking Kyle. "Tell me the truth NOW!

"He's probably nervous because you're making him that way! Now let go of him and finish your dinner!" Gerald said, growing frustrated with his wife. Sheila unhands Kyle and sits down.

"I'm not making him anything. I just want to get to the bottom of this. I don't believe a kid would shove Kyle in a locker and leave him there for no reason. No kid is that cruel...well unless it's Eric Cartman, but you said he didn't do it." Kyle looks down and begins sniffling and wiping his eyes. "What's wrong Kyle? Are you crying because I caught you in a lie?"

"I'm crying because all I want is for to believe me."

"I'm sorry, but your story just isn't adding up Kyle."

"This is all my fault," Ike started, "if I didn't call you in first place this wouldn't have happened."

"You did the right thing Ike. That was very mature of you. Maybe one day Kyle will learn a thing or two about that."

"Kyle, you're excused," his father stated, "go on up to your room. I'll be up there in a few minutes."

"Yes dad." He starts to get up.

"I didn't excuse him!" Sheila barked, "Sit back down!"

"Well I excused him, go on Kyle." Kyle didn't know whether he should listen to his mom or dad. He knew his dad wouldn't be too upset if he disobeyed him, but his mom would be extremely pissed.

"Go on upstairs Kyle." Sheila told him. Well it looks like he's going to go with his mom and dad this time. He went on up the stairs. He sat on his bed and continued to cry.

"I didn't mean to lie to mom, but I just can't tell her that I'm in love with Stan and that Wendy shoved me into the locker because of it." He hears a knock on his door. "Come in." His father enters his room and sits next to him.

"Kyle, are you ok?"

"I'm ok dad."

"Are you sure?"

"Why is mom always giving me a hard time? I can never talk to her. She's always yelling at me. She hates me doesn't she?"

"Your mother doesn't hate you."

"Well then why does she always treat me like I'm doing something wrong?" Kyle begins to cry again. His dad hugs him.

"I don't understand why your mother is the way she is. I'm trying to work with her on that, but she's so damn stubborn. Just try not to let her get to you."

"It's hard dad. She's always on my case."

"I know, but let me handle it ok?"

"Ok dad." Gerald leaves. Kyle lies back on his bed. Suddenly the phone rings. "Hello?"

"Kyle, it's me Stan."

"Stan? What made you decide to call me?"

"Wendy told me what she did to you and I just wanted to apologize for it."

"Oh...well thanks."

"Yeah, I don't know why she did that. I told her to leave you alone. How long were you in that locker?"

"For a few hours."

"Oh...well that's all I wanted so, I guess I'll see you around." Stan was getting ready to hang up the phone when heard, "Stan wait!"

"What is it?"

"You care about me don't you?"

"Kyle don't do this..."

"That's why you called, because you were concerned."

"Well yeah I was concerned, but not in the way you would like me to be."

"I think you felt something after that kiss. Before you wouldn't have given a rat ass about what Wendy did to me."

"I was trying to be nice."

"There's more to it then that."

"Stop this nonsense please."

"Tell me you want me Stan."

Stan was silent for a few moments, but then let out a deep sigh. "Ok, you're right! I do want you! That's exactly why I called because I wanted to make sure that you weren't hurt. Are you satisfied now?"

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yeah dude."

"Stan, you don't know how much this means to me. So are you going to leave Wendy and be with me?"

"I can't do that Kyle."

"Why not?"

"Because I love Wendy and I don't want to hurt her. We've been through a lot together."

"I understand that, but I promise I can make you happy. I won't be possessive and mean like she is."

"She's not that bad."

"Well she shoved me into locker because I like you."

"She just gets a little worried."

"I would never do that to anyone if they came after you. I'm not the jealous type. Will you please consider it?"

"I'll sleep on it and give you my answer tomorrow."

"Thank you." The two boys hang up. Kyle lies on his bed with a smile on his face. "I think he's going to chose me," he said confidently.

Stan lied on his bed confused. "I don't where these feeling for Kyle came from. I've never felt this way about a dude before. I don't want to hurt either him or Wendy. I don't know what to do." With that he fell asleep.

To be continued...