Don't Hold Your Breath
A/N: I'd like to thank the sexy people who reviewed this story. Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me. Glomps Anyway, thank you all for reading!
I don't own South Park sadly – Or any of the lyrics that I'll be using in future chapters.
The lyrics in this chapter are from the song: CKY – Don't You Your Breath.
This story is a Kenny/Kyle slash. Just to warn any slash haters
Chapter Two – Needed
"You will not make it you know?" The boy in black said matter-of-factly. He stood on the step above me.
"Shut up! Shut up!" I replied as I continued to peer down the thirty meter run-up. A split second before the path ended I would have to hit an almost perfect ollie to make it over the flower urn which stood five meters away from the step which I was stood on. Sounds easy huh?
"You have tried this jump seven times over the past three days. You have never landed it."
"W-w-well I think he'll get it this time." Butter's innocent voice filled me with confidence. He was stood on the pavement to the left of me; camcorder ready to film my victory or defeat.
"Thanks dude." I say with a smile and nod which made the boy blush a little. He was never good with compliments or any kind of niceness towards him. Turning back to my goal, I took a deep breath. "I'm going for it."
"You will regret it." The boy in black said confidently. He always spoke like that.
Turning to him, I held out my middle finger. "Damian… Shut the fuck up!" The two blondes to the left of me giggled and I drop my haggard skateboard onto its wheels. Standing my right foot upon it, I turn to Butters. "You ready?"
"Sure am!" He replied with the camcorder already staring at me.
Taking another deep breath, I went over the whole process in my mind. Letting the breath out, I pushed off with my left foot. Faster and faster I went as the wind blew back my short blonde hair. Both feet were now on the board and as the edge came closer, my knees bent. The back of the board popped off the concrete step and my right foot slid up. It was perfect. My body began to spin as I floated through the air. I had made it only half way around before disaster struck. The back wheels of the board hit the edge of the flower urn which put me totally off balance. The last thing I remember was falling backwards and slamming my head off the floor. Just so you know, it hurt like a motherfucker.
My eyes reopened and the three familiar faces of my friends were around me. First of all there was Butters. I guess you could say he was my best friend. We know pretty much everything about each other and have done since we were about ten. He was the first to know about my sexuality. The first to know about my dream to become famous. Hell, that's why I skate now and that's why he's always on hand to camcorder me. But on the other hand, I was always there for him. Especially over the years of his parents abuse. Yeah, I know, they seem so nice but they really are fuckers. He was always so sweet and innocent. He really was a great guy.
Damian was next. He was a fellow skater but nowhere near as good as me. He was a goth though he never admitted to it; hated it when people called him one. He was religious but not in the congenial sense. Actually when he first came to South Park, people used to rag him by saying that he was the son of Satan. He spoke like he was really stuck up, but he wasn't. He was always honest which was like gold in our college.
Lastly, there was Pip. I don't really know much about him, though I do know that he used to live in England. That's kind of obvious though since he's never lost his ascent. Durr Kenny. Anyway, Pip is one of Damian's friends which is pretty odd really. Pip seems so nice and caring whereas Damian, well Damian is just Damian. They're always with each other. Oh, and it's pretty obvious that Pip is as gay as they come. I've always wondered if Damian could tell or if it was just me. To be honest, he was pretty cute. His hair was long now down to his shoulders and he was seriously handsome. Very nice.
"Regret it?" The boy in black said in a questionable tone.
Though the throbbing pain in my head shouted defeat, I couldn't help but snigger. "Ow."
"A-a-are you ok?" Butters asked. He had never lost that little stutter. I always wondered if his first word was stuttered in the same way.
"Yeah I'm fine. Someone give me a hand up." Damian took hold of my outstretched arm and pulled my slender frame back onto its feet. I rubbed the back of my head and smiled. "Was I even close?"
"It was the closest you have been. If you kept the tail up you may have had a chance." The boy turned and began to walk back to his board which sat upon the step still. "You will still not make it you know?"
"You really are a bastard aren't you?" I replied with a smile before heading over to the flower urn where my board had fell after I had.
As soon as I had my board in my hands, 'Beethoven's' 'Ode To Joy' began to play. I knew this because Butters knew this. I turned to him to see his hand fumbling around in his pocket. He dug out his mobile phone and flipped the top open before holding it to his ear. "H-h-hello?" He paused for a second. "Oh, hey Kyle. A-a-are you ok? You don't sound so…" He paused for another second. "Yeah. Want me to put him on? O-o-ok." The blonde took the phone away from his ear and ran over to me. He held out the mobile. "It's Kyle. H-h-he wants to talk to you."
"Thanks." I put the phone to my ear. "Hey Kyle. What's up?"
"Hey dude." The boy greeted in a less convincing tone. "Is there any chance that you could come over mine?"
"Are you ok dude? You sound pretty down."
"Can you come or not?" It sounded harsh but I knew he didn't mean to sound nasty. Kyle was always friendly to everyone; well, everyone except Cartman. Something must be really wrong.
"Yeah, of course I can. You'll have to give me about an hour though 'cause I need to go home and check on my mom."
"Alright, see ya later." And with that, the phone went dead. Something was really really wrong and I hated to see my friends like that. I knew that he had been having trouble with Bebe but since I don't see him so often I wasn't too sure what was going on with that. Something else also made me think. Why did Kyle phone me and not Stan?
The silver moon shone down on the now large town of South Park. After a verse of knocks on the door, I turned and gazed up to the clear sky. That was something I did a lot through my life. The night sky was always so pretty through my eyes. Hearing the lock click, I turn to see the door open slowly.
Kyle wore clothes like his favourite music; gothic with a slight mix of rock. His hair was long but not long enough to tie into a ponytail, just like mine. It was also dark red. He had quite a muscular body too since he'd been hitting the gym two days a week for the past two years. He was huge compared to my weed of a body. Usually he'd wear a smile on his face, but this day was different. The usual sparkle in his emerald coloured eyes had totally disappeared.
"Hey." I said not even trying to sound happy. Like I said before, I just hate seeing my friends like that. He said nothing as we simply stared at each other for a few seconds. He stepped to one side and I made it into the house.
Without words, I followed the boy upstairs but not without realizing how dark it was. I didn't notice when I was stood outside, but every single light in the house was off. I then remembered that Gerald and Sheila had gone away together on their 'first holiday without kids for twenty years'. I think they went to London. Anyway, if they were both home I was sure that the place would be all warm and light like it usually was. Making it inside my friend's room, I sat next to him on the bed and simply stared forwards. Five minutes seemed like ten hours yet I still said nothing.
Suddenly a sound made me turn to Kyle 'Is… Is he crying?' I thought to myself. A few seconds past before I was certain that he was. I wasn't sure what I should do. Many girls have cried on me before, and even Butters since he's a pretty emotional guy, but Kyle? These thoughts were discarded quickly and my reactions jumped into action. Throwing my arms around the boy, I pulled his head to rest on my chest and he did so without question. We stayed like this for half a minute or so as the boy really opened up.
As time went on, I found myself laid straight out on his bed. He still wept with my arms still around him and his head still rested on my chest, but now he lay in a fetal position. I could feel his pain even if I didn't know what was going on. I wanted to tell him that everything would be ok but I just couldn't. I wanted to cry.
It reminded me of when my mom used to cry. And with that thought, my mouth began to move. My softest voice broke the harsh silence.
The tide pulls you into me
As one, adrift in the sea
The feeling is free
Yet, you'll find yourself drifting with me
I always sang this when my mom was upset. I'm not sure where I picked it up, but it was such a beautiful song. It seemed to work as his cries turned into small sobs. Maybe he was just a little confused to why I was singing but what the hell. He had stop crying.
Don't hold your breath for long
If the undertows getting too strong
There's no reason for you to come along
He slowly shifted closer to me and snuggled softly onto my chest. I squeezed gently to show that I cared before the second verse stared.
So what's to become of us
The answer has yet to be seen
As fate puts us side by side
You'll find yourself drifting with me
I try to move as less as possible so not to rouse the boy who now lay without sound. A smile shows on my lips through the darkness. I was happy to be there for him. I tenderly give him a second hug.
Don't hold your breath for long
If the undertows getting too strong
There's no reason for you to come along
The song had ended and I wondered what he was thinking. I try scooting to one side to try and catch a glimpse of his face through the darkness, but to no avail. A comfortable five minutes pass in total silence before I take note of the boy's breathing. He had fallen asleep on me. I couldn't help but smile again before stroking my hand through his hair.
Maybe this is why he called me and not Stan? Maybe he knew that I would lay and hug him without feeling weird? I wasn't too sure but I liked to believe it. I still wondered what had happened so make him so upset but I was sure that he'd tell me when he was ready.
I yawned sleepily before closing my eyes. 'God I hope he'll be ok.' Was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.
Oh, just so you know… That was the first time a guy had fallen asleep on me… I swear!