Arriving home later that day, Stan Marsh was in a bit of an awkward position. But that was not to say his parents weren't in a worse one.
The three Marsh's sat in the car, his mother with her hand on her head, much like it always is when there is a 'situation' like this. His father gripped and loosened his hold on the steering wheel, nervous and stressed. Stan just sat in the back seat, frowning at the window, wondering when they would finally get out of the car.
Of course the first to break the tension (or at least attempt to) was Randy. "Well," He coughed, trying to find an ice breaker. "Son… My main concern is that… well…" Mr. Marsh lost track of what he was planning on saying, but no doubt it would have had the same lack of reassurance.
"That I'm gay, right?" Stan deadpanned. He gazed to the rear view mirror, catching his dad's eyes for a moment.
"Now, Stanley, there's nothing wrong with… that. It's just… I wish you had told us."
Randy coughed again, uncomfortable. "I'm not mad about who you are Stan. I just wish I didn't have to find out this way…"
Poor Randy. Poor homo-paranoid Randy, with his not-so-secret hot tub hand jobs and his lack of manliness compared to Jimbo. What could he say? 'Gee, son, did you get it from me?'
Mr. Marsh got pulled out of his self pity party when Sharon spoke for the first time since they got in the car. "Stanley, I need to know… How long have you and your friends been experimenting like this?" She didn't even open her eyes to say it, but at least it was out there.
That confused Stan for a moment. When had anyone else besides Kyle become a factor in all the commotion? So he didn't really know how to answer.
"Stan."
He wondered if maybe they thought everyone in their little inner circle was gay. Maybe Cartman's little 'meetings' with Kyle weren't as secretive as he had thought. True, Kenny was a bit of a man-slut, but Stan couldn't say for certain if it was anything but girls…
"Stan."
In fact, Kyle was the only guy he'd ever done anything with. (More or less, he was pretty sure that his parents would be even more upset by the fact that he'd gone farther with his best friend then his ex-girlfriends.)
"STANLEY MARSH."
Stan blinked up to see his mother finally looking at him… teary eyed. As he opened his mouth to say something, she just shook her head and in an instant stormed out of the car and into the house.
Randy sighed after the front door slammed and patted the seat Sharon was just in, restarting the car. "Come on, Stan. Let's go get some lunch."
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"Oh we are going to SUE HIM."
Sheila glared at Gerald, who was pacing Kyle's room. "Now, Gerald, stop it, now is NOT the time to be thinking like that." She looked at Kyle, with whom she was sitting on the bed. "Kyle... I know this may be difficult for you, but I'm afraid I need some answers."
Gerald snarled. "Darn right we need some answers. And a warrant."
Sheila gave he husband a steady look, which immediately made him sit down at the desk. Satisfied, she continued.
"Kyle… it was just a kiss, right? Only a kiss. Right? Nothing else?"
Gerald growled while his OCD kicked in and he tidied up Kyle's desk.
"You weren't even expecting it, were you? It just surprised you. Like if there was mistletoe and you didn't even see it coming. Isn't that right?"
She took her son's hand in hers, trying to make eye contact. "He never did anything else, did he? Oh Kyle… Did he? Did he ever do anything else… things like… he would do to a girl?
"Oh, Kyle… did he ever…? You do know, don't you? They teach you these things in school, don't they? Did he ever do anything like that?"
Gerald continued to clean up the desk in the background, mindlessly arranging books and notebooks.
"Kyle…" She gave her son's hand a squeeze. "Was it rape?" The word was dripping with malice. "Did he rape you?"
Gerald tried not to chime in while he made the place neat, picking up a blue notebook that could have been for anything.
"Oh… Oh Kyle. He raped you, is that it? Kyle? No, he… He couldn't have. No… You're a smart boy, Kyle, you would never let that happen… No. No you wouldn't. I have faith that you wouldn't, Kyle."
Gerald's hand slipped and the notebook hit the ground, open.
"Kyle… Kyle you wouldn't… I mean, you aren't… You don't do things like your little friends, do you? No… No I know you don't. Like what Stanley did today? Kiss you? You wouldn't even think about doing that back. Right?"
As Gerald picked up the notebook, his eyes gazed over something they probably shouldn't have. In fact, if they hadn't, then he never would have thought anything other then suing Stanley Marsh, and it probably would have saved him a lot of confusion and fear. But they did.
"Kyle you don't like boys the way you like girls, right? You don't like your little friend Stanley like that, do you?
Kyle?
Kyle, please look at me. I need you to look in my eyes and tell me.
Kyle?
Kyle, please stop crying."