The rest of the night was peaceful, I had dreams about being in Canada with Terrance and Phillip. After I woke up I watched TV while laying on the couch. I wasn't too interested in whatever was on though. I couldn't get the events of last night out of my head.
I tried to not think about it, but of course that failed.
I couldn't like Kyle. He was my best friend. Besides I liked Wendy, right? I wasn't so sure anymore. Thinking about all this made me feel like I was going to be sick. Except I always felt like I was going to get sick, especially when I was nervous.
I heard someone walking down the stairs, it was Kenny. "Good morning dude." I said as Kenny jumped over the back of the couch and landed on me.
"I had great dreams of major boobage. I swear your bed is fucking magic." Kenny laughed and tucked his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "Every Time I sleep in your bed I have great dreams."
Kenny happened to sleep in my bed a lot. Every time he ran away from home he came here. I guess Kyle's parents hated him too much to let him stay there and Cartman was too annoying or something.
"I had some wild dreams last night too." I replied as I sat up and looked at him. He was picking absentmindedly at a bandaid on his face. I hadn't noticed last night but he had the start of a black eye. I decided not to mention it.
My mom walked downstairs and into the living room. "Would you boys like some pancakes?" She asked smiling.
"I'd love some, Mrs. Marsh." Kenny replied happily. I nodded in agreement as my mom went to make us pancakes.
"Are you excited for school to start?" I asked Kenny, pushing him off my legs.
"Fuck no dude. I've been gettin' laid almost everyday this summer. I don't want school to interrupt my schedule."
"Then why don't you just drop out?" It seemed like a simple plan to me. Kenny could probably get away with dropping out. I wish I could, but my parents would kill me.
"Nah, I should probably at least try to make something of myself." He shrugged and then stood up and stretched. "Are we still going to the mall, or are you and Wendy still throwing bitch fits?"
"We're still going." I was slightly annoyed. Kenny was good at getting under my skin and he knew it. That pissed me off more.
"This trip is going to suck ass, you know that right?" Kenny grinned, "Unless Bebe and Wendy make us go to Victoria's secret and let us help them pick out lingerie." He got a far off look in his eyes. I think Kenny had a pretty big kink for lingerie.
"Wendy wouldn't do that." I responded.
"Wendy is a hag. Break up with her." Kenny laughed, I rolled my eyes. "She has small tits."
"What the hell dude?"
"Well it's true." Kenny snickered and shrugged.
"Aren't you bi or something? You said you'd fuck anything with a working hole." I sighed and relaxed against the couch.
"Guilty. I never said I wouldn't tap that. I just said she has small tits. Bebe's tits are like watermelons glued to her chest." Kenny got all dreamy when he talked about boobs. I guess it was because he'd been into them since he was like eight. Except now he seemed to be into dudes too. Kenny was just into everything.
"Don't those get in the way?" I figured Kenny would say no. Except I had only ever slept with Wendy so I didn't know.
"It's all about positioning." Kenny winked suggestively. My mom walked in after that so the conversation ended.
We went to go eat our pancakes. Kenny ate five of them, I wondered how he could eat so much. He was pretty thin, except on the other hand, I never saw him eat lunch at school.
"Dude I need to go smoke." Kenny told me after we were done eating. I decided to go outside with him to keep him company. We went out to my backyard and sat on the back porch.
I watched Sparky run around and over the graves of people that my demonic goldfish killed. I still couldn't believe that my mom didn't believe that it was the fish not me. Kenny smoked and had a semi-vacant look in his eyes.
"Where do you get all your cigarettes dude?" I asked out of the blue.
"Hmm. That's a question that I'll answer at a later time." Kenny dropped his cigarette butt and put it out with his foot. Cartman was probably right about him stealing them.
We stood and walked back inside. "Can I go take a shower dude? Also I need to barrow some of your clothes." Kenny asked this so sweetly. Dammit, I wish I didn't feel bad for him. I nodded and he headed for the bathroom. I walked across the kitchen and stopped in a puddle of water that Sparky had spilled out of his bowl.
I was wearing socks too, the experience was not pleasant. I quickly peeled off the soaking sock. I always wore socks to bed. When we were younger Kyle told me that Mr. Hankey said to wear socks to bed, I listened and now I had just gotten used to it. I wish I hadn't listened though because then this moment would've never happened.
I walked up to my room to get dressed for the day. I put on a blue sweatshirt and my hat of course. They matched and that made me happy.
I got a text and so I grabbed my phone to look at it.
Me and Bebe will be there in 20 minutes
From Wendy. I just replied "K".
Kenny got out of the shower and I gave him some clothes to change into. He hate taken off his band-aid on his face and the cut beneath looked pretty bad. I gave him another band-aid to cover it up with.
Wendy and Bebe got here in exactly twenty minutes. They pulled up in Wendy's pickup truck. Wendy said she only kept it because she couldn't afford another car, but I think she secretly liked it.
Kenny and I got in the back as Wendy drove to the mall. "Hey boys." Bebe turned around to look at us, she grinned happily.
"Hey baby. Your tits look great in that shirt." Kenny winked at Bebe. Wendy and I groaned in unison at Kenny's bluntness and lust for Bebe. This is why Wendy and I were perfect for each other. I wasn't in love with Kyle, right?
"Kenny! You're making me blush." Bebe said, giggling sweetly. Kenny and Bebe together was almost too much.
When we got to the mall Wendy and I tried to get them to not flirt so much, we figured no one abated to see their weird PDA. It kind of worked out. We got Bebe distracted with shoes.
"Which heels look better, red or black?" Bebe asked, she had on both colors to compare.
Wendy pondered this, as if it was a deep question or something. "I think the black would go with more, but the red ones are so cute. What do you think Stan?"
"I like the black ones better." I replied honestly.
"I was thinking that too." Bebe seemed deep in thought about this.
Kenny stumbled I from the next aisle over. On his feet were five inch hot pink heels. "Would you look at these! I should get them and wear them to school!"
"Oh god." Wendy mumbled under her breath. I stifled a laugh.
"I can barely walk though. How do you girls do it?" Kenny walked over to me. "This shits hard."
"You can walk in them better than Wendy can." Bebe commented. Kenny grinned triumphantly, Wendy was visibly pissed off.
"Do a model walk." I let out my suppressed laughter. Kenny walked down the aisle of shoes in a mock fashion walk.
"Woo! Go Kenny!" Bebe cheered, clapping delightedly.
Kenny grinned and turned around but stumbled slightly, he grabbed on to a shelf causing it to crash down, all the shoes falling off. "Oh shit." Kenny groaned as he sat up from beneath the pile of shoes.
The store manager ran over and started to chastise Kenny for wrecking the store. It ended with Kenny getting kicked out.
"I better go with him. Kenny can't be unsupervised for too long." I explained to Wendy and Bebe. They were still debating over shoes.
"Sure, we'll meet you guys at the food court in fifteen minutes." Wendy smiled and gave me a soft peck on my lips before I left. I liked when Wendy kissed me, that was another reason we were perfect. Suddenly the memories of the dream came flooding back. Soon I was day dreaming of what it would be like to kiss Kyle.
I stopped when I met up with Kenny outside the store. I didn't want my body to betray me and get a boner. Not in the mall. Kenny and I walked to the food court.
"Dude look it's Kyle and Ike." Kenny pointed out. Kyle and Ike were standing in front of the Terrance and Phillip store. It was just a store full of Terrance and Phillip merchandise, an endless pile of red and blue seemed to flow from the doors like a river. Kyle had his eyes closed in frustration and Ike stood with his arms crossed.
"Let's go over there." I suggested, Kenny nodded in agreement and we walked over to them.
"Hey Kyle." I called as we approached them. He wasn't wearing his hat, which was unusual but it didn't bother me. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair and feel it- wait, what was I saying?
"Dude, tell Ike that I'm not getting him a four foot tall Phillip doll." Kyle said, he opened his eyes and glanced at Kenny. "Oh hey Kenny."
"You better get me it, or I'll tell mom about that magazine I found." Ike threatened.
Kyle's face went red, "You're such a little fucking dick!" He cried.
"At least I'm not a semen guzzling asshole like you, you motherfucker!" Ike replied angrily. They both had suck short tempers, they must've got in from their mom.
"Get out of my sight you prick." Kyle hissed. I wondered why Ike got under his skin so much.
"Later dickhole." Ike flipped him off as he left.
"All that over a porn magazine?" Kenny interjected.
"It's more complicated then that Kenny." Kyle groaned and ran a hand through his hair.
"Then what is it?" Kenny was trying to pry.
"It's just that- ugh- you guys wouldn't understand." Kyle dismissed, "Where's Wendy and Bebe?"
"They're looking at shoes, Kenny got himself kicked out." I replied. I was wondering why Kyle was being so secretive about his magazine. Everyone had at least one porn magazine stashed away somewhere.
"That's believable." Kyle snickered, his mood seemed to change with Ike leaving. Kenny just shrugged.
I took a moment to glance at Kyle. Freckles dotted his face and his green eyes seemed to shine. His hair looked good without his hat covering it, it looked soft and silky. "Dude what are you doing?" Kyle asked me suddenly, I realized I was staring.
"You just look different without your hat." I replied, laughing nervously.
"I lost my fucking hat. That's the only reason why I'm here in this shitty mall, to get another one." Kyle pushed a hand through his curls. "My hair is so damn annoying."
"I think you would be fine without a hat." I told him, I got a glance from Kenny.
"Maybe." Kyle glanced between me and Kenny. It felt weird to see him after I had that dream about him. Different almost, but only for me. The atmosphere seemed different. "I should probably go find Ike." Kyle said, almost sheepishly.
"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea." I told him that, although I didn't want him to leave.
"See you two around." Kyle said, walking off in the direction that Ike went.
"You're so far in the closet." Kenny said smugly after Kyle left.
"Fuck off Kenny." I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose out of habit. I didn't want to deal with Kenny's shit right now.
"I'm just being honest." Kenny snickered as we walked to the food court.
"Whatever. Don't tell Wendy about seeing Kyle. She'll just get more pissed off."
"It's because you and Kyle like each other. Are you that oblivious to everything Stan?" Kenny asked, he was teasing but I felt like he knew. Except Kyle and I got teased a lot as kids, everyone thought we were gay. I guess they weren't so far off.
"What will it take to get you to shut the hell up?" I didn't want Kenny to let something accidentally slip.
"A soft pretzel." Kenny gave me a crooked smile.
Bebe was sitting on Kenny's lap as she ate fries. Kenny had happily eaten his pretzel and had shut up about Kyle, at least for the time being.
Wendy sat next to me, we were sharing a funnel cake. "This cake is really fucking good." I stated.
"I agree." Wendy laughed and took another bite. Across the table Kenny looked blissfully happy as Bebe fed him fries.
"Where are we going after this?" I asked in an attempt for us to not fall into an uncomfortable silence.
"I need to go to Victoria's Secret." Bebe stated, Kenny glanced at me with a smug I-told-you-this-would-happen look. "I need to make Wendy buy a bra that's not so dull. Since Stan is here, he can help, since you two are dating and all."
Wendy's face became very red as Kenny cackled. "What the hell Bebe?"
Bebe seemed uninterested in what was going on around her. "It's true though. Will you help Stan?"
"Sure." I replied, taking another bit of the funnel cake. The thought of shopping for lingerie with their girlfriend would be pleasing for most people, but I just wasn't feeling it today. My mind was somewhere else.
"Let's go!" Bebe stood up off Kenny's lap and I threw away what was left of the funnel cake.
We all started walking in the direction of Victoria's Secret. Wendy seemed to still be mad at Wendy, they were arguing in hushed voices.
"Dude are you good?" Kenny asked suddenly.
"I'm fine, just tired I guess."
"Of course you're tired. I'm sure you hardly got any sleep last night because you were too busy thinking about Kyle." Kenny snickered, "Don't act like you weren't staring at him, Stanley."
"I was looking at his hair, he hardly ever shows it." I defended.
"You wouldn't look at Cartman like that if he took off his hat."
"Yeah, because Cartman is a piece of shit." Thankfully we got to store so the subject was dropped.
The next twenty minutes was filled with Bebe asking me all these questions about what I liked and didn't like about each bra. I gave her really half assed answers because I wasn't sure myself- or I just didn't care. Eventually she narrowed it down to four different bras. Then she made Wendy try each of them on. Bebe went into the dressing room with her assess each bra. I wondered how girls did that without getting weirded out.
Kenny appeared beside me as I sat outside the dressing room. "I think this is a good look for me." I looked at him and over his orange sweatshirt he had on a lacy black and red bra. "I was going to put the matching thong on over my pants, but I think that might be too much."
I burst out laughing, right when Bebe walked out of the dressing room. She laughed along with me, Kenny grinned.
"Oh my god, let me take a picture!" Bebe grabbed her phone out of her pocket and snapped off a few photos as Kenny posed for her. "These are so going on Instagram." She mumbled as she looked back through the photos.
Wendy stuck her head out of the dressing room. "What's taking you so long Bebe?"
"You know, you could always come out here and get her." Kenny suggested slyly.
"Fuck off your pervert." Wendy replied without missing a beat. Bebe grabbed my hand, giggling and pulled me into the dressing room with Wendy.
"This is uncomfortable." Wendy complained, I glanced at her lacy, purple and white bra, and then I wondered what the fuck I was doing here.
"It's about style, not comfort. It's for when things are about to get hot Wendy. You won't be wearing it too long, trust me." Bebe winked suggestively.
Bebe and Wendy continued bickering about it like I wasn't there. "Um, guys?"
Now their eyes turned to me. "I almost forgot you were here, you're so quiet." Bebe commented. I don't know how she would forget I was standing in the dressing room, we were all standing in very close proximity. "What do you think of it Stan?"
"Uhh... It's nice." How do you even answer a question like that?
"He doesn't even like it." Wendy groaned, "Bebe this was a stupid idea."
After that, Wendy kicked both me and Bebe out of the dressing room so she could get dressed.
"What happened?" Kenny, who had been sitting outside so quietly, asked.
"Stan didn't like Wendy's bra." Bebe stated in an exasperated tone.
"What? That's unbralievable!" Kenny exclaimed.
I snickered as Bebe said, "Bad puns should be a crime."
"Well then arrest me, babe." Kenny winked as he stood up off the chair. Bebe's mood seemed to loosen after that.
We left the mall and Wendy dropped Kenny and Bebe off at Bebe's house, leaving us alone in the car. The air was thick between us, but I couldn't tell if Wendy was mad at me directly or just mad because of the whole day in general. I decided I should apologize anyways, "I'm sorry."
"You don't even know what you're apologizing for." Wendy sniped.
"Dude, I still feel bad anyways." I grumbled, glancing out the window.
There was a few moments of silence and then Wendy let out a sigh. "I just haven't been feeling it lately, Stan."
"Well that makes two of us." I regretted saying that the moment it came out of my mouth.
"Jesus Christ, let's take a break." She said, scowling at me as we pulled up to my house.
"Fine with me." I said opening the door, "See ya 'round Wendy."
"Bye Stan." I shut the door the second after she said that, then she sped away, almost running me over in the process.
Instead of walking up to my house I found myself walking down the street to Kyle's. Every time Wendy and I broke up I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness and guilt. I turned down Kyle's street just as the sun was starting to set. I wondered how much longer it would be before it started snowing.
When I got to Kyle's house I knocked on the front door and Gerald answered the door. "Hey Stan." He smiled and let me in.
"Is Kyle home?" I questioned.
He nodded, "He's upstairs with Eric."
"As in Eric Cartman? The fat one?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Gerald nodded and I went upstairs and knocked on Kyle's door before walking into his room.
Cartman was sitting at Kyle's desk and Kyle was sitting on his bed. Whatever they were talking about, they stopped talking about it when I walked in.
"Hey guys." I said awkwardly.
"Hey Stan." Kyle replied, as if nothing was off about this.
"Hey hippie." Cartman acknowledged.
"What brings you here?" Kyle asked as I plopped down next to him on his bed.
"I was just bored." I answered, glancing at Kyle. He had his hat back on his head, what a disappointment.
"Aw come on you damn hippie, Kahl was just about to tell me some deep shit." Cartman groaned, "You interrupted."
"Deep shit? I don't think Kyle would ever tell you anything too deep, fatass." I couldn't even believe Kyle was even hanging out with Cartman alone.
"He would if I blackmailed him into it." Cartman said reaching for something on the desk.
"Don't you fucking dare-" Kyle started, but Cartman interrupted.
"Look at this." He threw a magazine at me, it must have been the magazine that Ike was talking about today. I looked down at the magazine that had fallen in my lap. On the front there was two well built men making out.
Shit.
The room was awkwardly silent after that. Kyle looked embarrassed and pissed off, Cartman sat there looking smug. I had no idea what to say.
"So... Uh, you're gay?" I asked. Jesus, I was a fucking idiot. What the hell kind of question was that? I just wanted to break the tension in the room, but instead I had asked a question with a pretty obvious answer.
"Obviously." Cartman laughed and glanced between both of us. "A gay Jew, this is perfect material to tease you with."
Kyle looked up at Cartman. "Can you guys leave?" He asked, halfheartedly. I would be annoyed too if Cartman kept pestering me about stupid shit too.
Then I realized it was Cartman. Everyone would know Kyle was gay soon enough, I guess that's what Kyle was thinking about. Except, no one listened to Cartman very much anymore. He had lost his edge and had become somewhat of a joke. Eventually people caught on to his lying and manipulative ways. Cartman was a joke, he just didn't want people to think he was going soft. That's why he acted like suck a dickhole all the time.
"Come on guys, leave." Kyle said more forcibly.
"Later, Jew." Cartman said standing up, "Come on Stan, let's give this fag some time to think."
I stood up and told Kyle I'd see him later before leaving with Cartman. We started to walk in the direction of our houses. "Did you already know about Khal's gayness?"
"No dude. You better not make a big deal about this, you already hurt his feelings." I snapped.
"Jesus Christ, calm your tits. I'm not going to spread the word just yet." Cartman grinned slyly, I knew he had a plan. I didn't want to think about it at the moment.
"Whatever, I hope I don't see you until school starts." I said turning towards the direction of my house.
"I hope I never see you again, Stan!" Cartman called, cackling as he left.
When I got home I kicked off my shoes and walked upstairs, past my parents who were watching some weird movie. When I got up to my room I called Kyle. I felt bad just leaving him in the state he was. He picked up but didn't say anything.
"Hey dude, Cartman sucks ass doesn't he?" I opened with, I heard a small hiccuping laugh at the other end of the line. Kyle had been crying, I could tell. "This doesn't change anything between us, you know that right?"
"Thanks Stan, it's just that Cartman's going to tell everyone and I'm not ready for this to be spread all over town..."
"No one takes Cartman seriously anyways. Besides, what's so bad about being gay?" I asked softly.
"It's not even the kids at school, it's my parents. If they found out they would kill me." Kyle's voice hitched and I imagined tears flowing out of his beautiful green eyes and staining his perfectly round cheeks.
"You can come live with me. I would never abandon you Kye." I replied, looking at my desk. On my desk sat a framed photo of me and Kyle from when we were younger. We both looked happy, Kyle had his arm around me and was grinning. I smiled at the memories.
"Thanks..." Kyle sniffled a few times. I stayed on the line and listened to him. It was insane how badly I wanted to hug him. The thought of Kyle crying was a bad thought. He rarely cried as a kid, except a few times when Kenny disappeared for a long time, or when Cartman poked fun at him too much. "Why did you really come over earlier?" He changed the subject, but I was okay with that.
"Wendy and I broke up." I sighed and crawled under the covers in my bed.
"Again dude? Just break up with her for good."
"I'll try to, I don't think we're really getting along anymore." I told him.
"What happened?"
I told Kyle the whole story. I even included the parts about Kenny to make him laugh. Kyle had a pretty laugh, it was light and real. Every time he laughed, even if it was a little chuckle, I got a little happier myself. I knew he wasn't crying anymore. I smiled to myself as I imagined Kyle, now sitting in his room laughing.
I really needed to stop thinking about Kyle though. And I needed to stop describing him as cute, or pretty, or whatever. I got chills as I thought about that. What if I really actually liked Kyle?
"Wendy is a bitch." Kyle concluded at the end of my story. "I'm sorry you have to deal with her shit."
"It's fine dude. I won't have to deal with her for awhile now." I laughed softly, "Now I don't have to go on awkward dates with her."
"We can hang out more," Kyle said happily, it was almost worded like a question. "Well hopefully."
"Of course we can. You're my super best friend." I grinned happily and closed my eyes.
"Thanks Stan." Kyle said softly. "I have to go now, I'm tired and today has been a stressful, fatass filled day. But first I have a joke." Kyle yawned on the other end.
"Hmm?"
"What happens to nitrogen when the sun rises?" He asked.
"What?"
"It becomes daytrogen." Kyle cracked up laughing, I laughed along.
"I'm going to bed." I said as I finished up my laughing.
"Good nitrogen, sleep tightrogen." Kyle's laughing subsided after a minute. "I'll talk to you tomorrow Stan."
"Sweet dreams, Kyle." I smiled as I hung up and plugged my phone in. I stripped down to my boxers and crawled back under my fluffy comforter.
I stared at the ceiling and ran a hand through my hair. I bumped into my hat and took it off, throwing it somewhere in my room. I thought back to my conversation with Kyle. I thought about his laugh, I felt a warm feeling overtake my body as I did so.
I only had one question; Why couldn't I wipe this damn smile off my face?
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