I drove home that night feeling empty. How could Stan be such an idiot? He can't be gay, he just can't be. I drove up into my snowy drive and slammed the car door shut as I got out. I walked round the back and sat in the cold. I couldn't get my head round it. I had always known Stan as the rock, the guy I could rely on. Kenny, well, Kenny just was a tag along, to be honest. It was always me and Stan, never Stan and Kenny or Stan and Cartman. It just didn't add up. He was MY best friend.
I knew for certain I was straight. Always have done, ever since my girlfriend Bebe, but she went to University and I didn't go with her, and I didn't even get a call from her since then. I hadn't even been with another girl since then. I thought about it for a moment.
That's probably why I was so harsh to Stan earlier. I felt so alone, and Kenny was taking my best friend away from me. I couldn't let that happen. I relied on Stan so much, I needed him to feel secure. I loved him, but only as a friend. I felt like the love I gave him wasn't enough, and he was rejecting me.
I went inside and dumped my keys on the table and took my hat off. I had grown my red, curly hair to a length were I could tie it in a pony tail. I didn't care how daft it looked, as long as it was out the way.
I made a hot chocolate and sat in front of the TV, flicking aimlessly through the channels. I just had so much on my mind. I shouldn't be so jealous of Kenny. After all he is making Stan happy?
Even so, I was so jealous of Kenny. Stan was my friend, I couldn't share him, let alone lose him over this. I had to do something. Make things right again.
I picked up the phone. Would Stan be at home or at Kenny's? I guessed Kenny's and dialled the number. Shit… it's ringing.
Kenny picked up.
"Hello?"
"Er.. hey, it's Kyle."
Kenny let out a quiet jump, obviously he didn't want to really talk to me.
"Ah.. what's up?"
"Is Stan there?"
"He's asleep right now, want me to wake him?"
"Erm" My mind racing, but coming to the right conclusion. "Nah, but could I talk to you?"
"You are right now, aren't you?"
I let out a nervous laugh, and carried on talking.
"Do you love Stan?"
"Why do you wanna know that?"
"Please, just answer me. Do you?"
Kenny gulped, anxious to say how he felt because of my impending reaction.
"Yes. Yes I do."
"Right."
"Why did you want to know that."
"Because, I do too Ken, but not like that. I just want Stan to be happy, and if you make him happy, then I hope you guys are great together."
There was an awkward silence, until Kenny spoke.
"Kyle, Stan isn't gonna leave you. He loves you as his best friend, you don't have to worry about that. It's always gonna be about us 3, right?"
I sniffed and held the tears back, that's what I needed to hear.
"Thanks Ken."
"No problem dude. I'll see ya later"
"Yeah.. but hang on, Ken?"
"What Kyle?"
I breathed, and said what I said with a smile on my face and tears falling down it.
"Make him happy won't you? Apologize to him for me"
I could tell by his voice he was smiling too.
"I will."
I put the phone down, and for the first time in ages, I knew I wasn't going to lose Stan. I had accepted them. Stan would forgive me, we have had worse fights than this and if we are as close as I thought, this would make no difference.
I closed my eyes and thought to myself.
"I really hope you make him happy Ken, I really do."
