A/N: Hey y'all! I'm back with more of Stay! Think of it as a New Years Eve gift lol. There's a Kenny POV in it so that means HUMOR! But don't expect comedy in some Kenny POVs cause some will have angst btw. But with this one, u may expect it :D.
disclaimer: I don't own nething.. blah blah blah..
Anyway, onto the chapter,
WISHES AND DREAMS ONLY BREAK THE HEART:
Stan's POV:
I was beginning to shiver quite profusely now as I had no coat over my now soaked blue t-shirt as my teeth were chattering involuntarily, stepping up each step of my uncle's porch towards his nice and dry home. I held a frozen, numb finger to ring the doorbell, my nails almost gone blue as I waited for uncle Jimbo to open up. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and began to shuffle all as a crappy effort to keep warm as I heard him moving around inside on his way to get the door.
"Well, look who it is," Jimbo was beaming. "Stan, my favorite nephew..." he paused as he looked me over with a concerned look. "Hell, you must be freezing." he said as he stepped aside to let me in. I smiled weakly, gracious for my uncle's care.
It wasn't long before I found myself in some borrowed cloth's of my uncle's, warm and comfy as he left for the kitchen. I sat on his black leather sofa as I peered around his living room that had surrounded me, not a single thing in my sight that I hadn't set my eyes on more than a thousand times.
Soon, uncle Jimbo reappeared again, this time with two Budweisers in his hand as he tossed me one. I caught it as he opened his. "Go on, Stan. A nice beer will warm you up" I smiled thankfully as I released the pressure through the - normally forbidden - beverage's opening causing a fizzing sound to occur, and then a quick pop before I took a good swig of the 'king of beers'.
This was definitely one of the reasons why my uncle was so fucking cool. He always treated me like one of the guys, and never actually gave a damn that I was only 15 years of age. I thanked him as there was a pause before Jimbo changed the subject.
"So where's that little jewish friend of yours, Kyle? You usually bring him along, don't you?" Jimbo asked, sitting down across from me.
"Kyle? Oh. He's sick today" I replied in a disappointed tone.
"Aw, that's too bad. Tell him I said to get well soon, then"
"Sure" I replied into the opening of the can, taking another drink.
It really was too bad. The dreams I have always dreamt have taken such an effect on me since god knows how long, and now they were effecting Kyle... But then I wondered. What if I never were to dream? Maybe I wouldn't be so fucking freaked out as I am right now. Maybe I wouldn't be this mess, and Kyle wouldn't have to go through me and my sudden stupid emotional crap. Maybe if I didn't dream, Kyle wouldn't be sick in bed... maybe my dreams cause me to react in a way that has gotten me to this day, drinking this beer right here on my uncle's couch, and now has effected everyone around me to the point where it has gotten them to this day as well.
"... Uncle Jimbo?" I questioned, my eyes averted to the floor. "Have you ever... wished to never dream?"
I felt his eyes on me in silence before I heard him speak. "... Never, Stan. Dreams are the way your mind is trying to tell you something it feels is important. Why? Are you having nightmares?" He inquired.
"Kind of... You really believe in that stuff?" I looked up towards him.
"Nah. Ned does... did..." I could see the pain in my uncle's eyes at the mention of Ned. He really did miss the guy...
I saw his chest rise and fall before he changed to a new topic as he proposed an idea.
"So, Stan, how about a game of pool?"
I smiled. "You know it."
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Kyle?
Follow me... come on
Kyle, wait!
Tires screech as a crash sounds
... he just fell, and didn't come back up.. and that was it...
"KYLE, NO!" I cried as my vision was greeted by my empty bedroom, the morning sun beginning to cast its light over the horizon and through my window. I shielded the brightness with my hand over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath, cold sweat glistening on my forehead.
This had been the first in a while that I had made it to sunrise in the past week or so. I had always started my days so early with all my dreams haunting me usually.
I stepped into the bathroom as I turned on the tap, and frantically washed my flushed face, almost trying to wash the memories away from my mind.
Once I had fulfilled all my bathroom duties, I made my way back to my room to collect my books and put on some clean clothes.
I do wish I never dreamed. I wish I wouldn't cry over this. I don't want to be the one to think these terrible thoughts. Why do I react this way? What thing with such importance could my mind possibly have to tell me? Is it so important as to make me this way? It really would be so much fucking easier if I couldn't dream; couldn't wish. If I didn't want or need the things I see and long for, then I wouldn't be this way. My heart wouldn't wrench every time I see my wishes or dreams crush to pieces... because that's all that will ever happen. I will never be with Kyle no matter how much I wish or dream for it. My heart will only shatter... and yet I can't stop. I can't prevent my dreams... even if I wish I could.
On my way out, I spotted Kyle's dark white sweater he lent to me a couple of days ago. I inhaled his scent deeply as it comforted me and my depressing thoughts. It still smelt like him. Especially on the inside. It was so soft to me as I held it close to my chest, imagining it was Kyle who I was holding. "I promise you, Kyle, I will never let anything happen to you. Not as long as I'm around... no matter how much it hurts.. I will always stay"...
As I made my way downstairs, dressed with my bag slung over my shoulder, I heard my parents in the kitchen in a conversation.
"Randy, do you have the tickets for the flight?" my mom asked as she went to pack her camera.
"Yeah, I got 'em, Sharon" he replied as he extended them over to her.
"I'll put them in my purse so we don't lose them"
I dropped my bag by the door as I began to pour a bowl of cereal, my socks slipping along the floor as I walked and sat at the breakfast table, and began to eat, my dad reading the newspaper beside me.
"Morning, Stan" he smiled as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Morning" I replied crunching on my corn flakes.
I raised my eyes from my bowl to the kitchen phone as I heard it ring. "I'll get it" my mom said as she went to pick it up. "Hello..."
"Son, you're gonna be okay when we leave for Canada tomorrow, right?" I heard my dad ask.
"Yeah, I'll be fine" I nodded.
"Are you sure? You can still come with us"
"Dad, I swear, I'll be all right. Plus, if I need anything, then Uncle Jimbo is just down the street" I reassured him.
He smiled warmly as he patted my shoulder. "Alright, Stanley. If you're sure."
I had finished my breakfast quickly as I went to grab my bag, but I couldn't help but stop and listen to my mother's conversation on the phone.
"... Oh, dear, Sheila. That's terrible... Yes, I understand... of course he can. It's no problem at all... Alright, I'll tell Stanley. I know he'll be happy to do it... You're welcome, Sheila. Hope everything turns out okay.. Bye" she hung up.
"What's going on?" I asked as mom turned to me.
"Oh, Stanley, sweetie... Kyle's in the hospital, and his mother needs you to pick Ike up while she stays with him" she spoke gently.
I instantly felt my heart sink. "...Whuh-what?" I stuttered, my voice small. "What happened?"
"Well, I was told that he's gotten salmonella, a food poisoning, at the restaurant on Tuesday... and now it's developed into 'DKA'"
"W-What's 'DKA'?" I ask, scared.
"It's a short-form for 'Diabetic Ketoacidosis'"
"buh-but he's gonna get better... right?"
"We hope so, Stanley..."
I was left with a heavy heart that morning when I stepped outside with my bag as I made my way to the bus stop, the orange sun rising above the edge of the world. I could feel my tears on the verge of spilling, but I quickly wiped them away, rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hand. I wanted to fall to my knees and just sob, but I wouldn't. I won't... I can't. That's not who I am. Kyle needed me as a friend at a time like this...
"Kyle..." I whispered once. His name was like candy to my tongue as I spoke. "Kyle..." I closed my eyes, whispering his name once more. "Why has this happened to you?"
It was strange that all four of us at Casa Bonita had ordered from the same kitchen and yet only one of us had gotten sick... and it just had to be Kyle, and... Cartman had shown up. I stopped in my tracks at the mere thought of Cartman...
"Kyle, ordered the qulsadeas like always?"
"You son of a bitch, Kyle! I'll get you back! I HATE YOU!"
"... he wasn't here first, or second period today"
"... Cartman" I growled. He did something! I just know it!
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Kenny's POV:
After dinner, I had found myself walking over to Craig's place, the smell of passed storms still lingering in the air as did their grey clouds up in the darkening sky. I threw my hood over my head as it was so quiet, and lonely that I could hear the lampposts buzz with electricity.
Just as I was at Craig's, I cut across their lawn to their driveway, approaching their garage, hearing the soaked grass squish under my feet. I giggled to myself before I had punched in the lock combination, which I knew off by heart, and ducked down to enter before I closed it back shut.
It's not really that weird that none of us ever knocked anymore. It was more weird if we actually did. No one really seemed to mind if Tweek, Token, me, or occasionally Stan would just randomly pop up. It was just expected.
I soon made my way into the kitchen, saying a quick hello to the rest of the Nommel family before I made my way to the top of the stairs, and into Craig's room where I saw the guy himself, and Tweek leaning on the wall beside him, watching him type. Both of them hadn't noticed me yet as they continued to carry their conversation.
"So what, dude. Fuck those little bitches" Craig spoke towards his distressed friend as he sat at his computer, not bothering to look up at Tweek as he spoke.
"I can't help it, man. I've asked out every fucking girl I can think of! Jesus, I'm not good enough for anybody! Ack! Oh, god! What the hell is wrong with me?" he twitched, panicked as he began to shake a little. God, he reminded me so much of a rabbit. Just twitching all the time, and trembling every time you pick them up.
Craig looked up from the screen this time. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong with you, dude" he laughed as he gave his friend a quick openhanded noogie. A smile swept across the other's face as Craig seemed to calm him down, and slapped the playful hand away, laughing a bit.
Tweek sighed in frustration after a pause as Craig turned back to his monitor. "No, but seriously, Craig. Why can't I even get one goddamn girl to even consider going on a simple date with me? I mean," Tweek brought up his hand to start counting on his fingers girl by girl. "I've tried asking: Anne Polk, Ashley Young, Rebecca Cutswald, Rachel Pace, Christina from Casa Bonita, Heidi Turner-"
Craig's attention immediately shot back to Tweek as he cut him off. "Whoa, whoa, you asked out Heidi Turner? Dude, she's too hot for you! Way out of your reach... but, you know, I, of course, nailed her" Craig spoke proudly.
"Ha. You wish" I finally piped up, pure mockery filling my words as I leaned on the door frame, my arms crossed. The two looked up towards me as soon as my words were projected. Tweek acknowledged me with a smile as Craig gave me a smirk, flipping me off, and then motioning for me to come in.
As I stepped inside, I could just barely see the floor as usual. I began to walk through a path in-between school books, dirty laundry, different selections of CDs, porn magazines of women and men, a used condom... and a half-eaten POP-TART!? Score! I picked up the toaster pastry before stuffing the remains in my mouth, hungry as a starved Cartman.
"Aw, dude," Craig turned to me disgusted, laughing through his words. "I don't even know how long that's been lying around."
"Well, you'd eat it too if you were as poor as hell, and starved to death 'cause you had to share your dinner of a measly frozen waffle with your brother" I retorted without as much effort as I had meant it as I was tired, picking up a magazine from the floor, and lying down on Craig's unmade bed, making myself comfortable.
He shrugged it off as he turned back to the computer screen, and started the forgotten conversation with Tweek again.
"So, who's your next target?"
"I don't know," Tweek replied half-heartedly. "I think I might just take a break from this whole fucking thing. I mean, asking out all these girls really is way too much pressure"
"Well, maybe someone will come to you" Craig suggested.
Tweek snorted in laughter as if it was a joke. "Yeah, sure. Like someone would even think of asking me, The Spas, out," he spoke sarcastically with a blonde eyebrow raised. "and besides, what the hell is the fucking point?"
"Hey, man, you can't just give up. Here, if a girl... hell, if anybody pisses you off, just give 'em some of this and flip 'em the bird" Craig said firmly as his middle finger shot up as if to teach Tweek how it was done, but then again, you couldn't get a better guy to show you how to flip people off like a pro than Craig Nommel. Tweek nodded in response with a light smile and a blush. I chuckled to myself. If I didn't know any better, I'd say there could be some real potential between those two... but I knew better.
I turned to the computer to see a bunch of MSN conversation windows pulled up. I squinted as I tried to read the current window Craig was typing in, 'Sick as fucking hell today :(' . I guessed that to be Kyle as he did say earlier today that he would get the Science note that he missed from Craig seeing as Stan's was unreadable.
"So, where's Token?" I had asked randomly as I gave a big yawn.
"Hmm? Oh, he had to go to some black rich-ass dinner thing with his family tonight" Craig answered passively, his brown eyes unmoving from their current position.
I smirked as I turned my attention back to the magazine. Everything had become so different in high school than in our old elementary school friends-wise. It used to be looked at as groups as little kids, but now as we we're 15 turning 16, it was more like a chain than a group. I mean, it used to be Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and myself for years ever since our kindergarden years, but now as Cartman was drifting away from the group, it was usually just Stan, and Kyle with me as a third wheel some of the time. When those times had occurred, I would find myself hanging out with Tweek who hung with Token, and Craig most of the time when he wasn't with the three of us. Plus, Craig was on the football team with Stan, which kinda made it a never-ending cycle than a chain, I guess. Don't get me wrong, though. I don't mind this arrangement at all. It's actually better for the most part in my opinion.
There was nothing but the sound of magazine pages being flipped, and of the keyboard being typed on in the dark blue poster-filled room until Craig went to scan something as I started up again, randomly. "Hey, Craig?" I asked looking up from the dirty piece of porn.
"Hmm?" Craig replied with half his attention.
"What's the most perverted thing you've ever thought about or done?" I smiled slyly, not knowing where the question had come from at all, but still curious.
Craig raised an eyebrow with an amused look on his face as he turned to me, running a hand through his black hair, and leaned back in his swivel chair. "Uhh, I don't know. Hmm... well, I once got hard from watching Tweek eat a hot dog" he shrugged.
"WHAT?" Tweek whipped his head around, wide-eyed, staring at the other in shock. "You did?"
"Yep" Craig laughed at Tweek's reaction.
"Christ, I'm never eating a fucking hot dog again!" He declared as he went to sit down on the end of Craig's bed, blushing a harder bright red.
I chuckled at this before Craig turned back to the side. "Well, what about you?" he asked, immersing himself back into the world of MSN.
I pursed my lips in thought for a second as I stared at the ceiling before I came up with a reply. "Hmm, it's either a tossup between walking across wet grass because it sounds like penetration, or watching Stan jack off in the restroom." I smiled to myself.
Craig laughed. "You watched Stan? Nice cock, huh? Saw him in the locker room," he licked his lips hungrily. "Too bad he's straight, though. I'd fucking love to eat his hot dog." I tried to hold in my giggles since I knew that that was very untrue.
"... Wow. I feel really uncomfortable" Tweek spoke sounding a little disturbed. I wouldn't blame him either. I mean, he was the only straight guy with two bisexual perverts taking about big hot dogs.
"Aw, don't worry, Tweek. You know you've got the hottest hot dog in my book" Craig gave a sexy smile, winking.
Tweek paused for a second, eyeing Craig, scared before he spoke again as I watched, amused. "... yeah, I'm gonna go now." The guy couldn't have left faster as Craig jumped to his feet, running after him. I could just barely hear Craig calling for him, Wait, Tweek! Aww, Come on, man, I was just fucking with you! and then a door shut. I laughed quietly to myself. Poor guy.
Soon after, Craig came back in looking a little pissed, but then instantly cracked a half smile towards me once he realized I was staring, and went back to his computer...
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The next day, Thursday, was nothing but pure boredom... that is until lunch period came around.
"Ow, shit, man!" I heard a familiar voice curse from a small distance. I peered around from my open locker to see that it was Token who had ran face first into some other kid's locker door. I snorted in laughter as he ran towards his own locker beside mine, quickly unlocking it, and checking in his mirror to see if the hit had in any way ruined his perfect face.
"Oh, relax, pretty boy. You look fine" I chuckled as I went back to putting my books away.
"Easy for you to say, Ken, but I won't allow a thing to go wrong through this hour... and hopefully the rest of the day" Token glanced at me through his mirror, smirking, now making sure each hair was in place.
"Why?"
"'Cause I'm taking Red back to my place for a little lunch, and then maybe a little... chocolate dessert. No parents. Just matenence" Token spoke smoothly...
I smiled as his girlfriend came up to him wrapping her arms around him, her cherry silky hair draped over her shoulders, grinning. "Ready to go?" she asked with a voice so innocent.
Token returned the smile. "Yep," he replied twirling his car keys around his finger. "lets go"
"Have fun eating crab cakes, snails, and fish eggs or whatever you rich people eat" I waved after them, chuckling.
Just as I was about to turn back to putting my shit away, I was passed by a frantic Tweek, whizzing down the crowded hall.
"Hey, Tweek, wait up!" I called after him as he turned looking a little frightened.
"Y-yeah?" he replied once I had reached him as he was shaking a bit.
"Hey, man, I just wanted to apologize for last night. Craig and I didn't mean to freak you out"
"Nuh-no, it's fine.. I-it's okay, I mean... You... I... I mean, he-" Tweek stuttered, unable to get his words straight.
"Dude, seriously, if it makes you that uncomfortable, from now on, Craig, and I will just stick to talking about tits and ass when you're around" I laughed.
"No, a-actually... Please.. d-don't tell anyone.. especially Craig, but... but I think I may have.. kuh-kind of.. liked it" he blushed nervously.
"What?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. " just please, don't tell Craig?" Tweek asked again quickly, panic in his eyes.
"I won't" I promised.
Wow. All these secrets just keep coming and coming, and somehow, they always seem to find me. First Stan, and now Tweek? This was a bit of shock, what with all the girls he's been asking out, but I can't say I couldn't see it. I see the way he looks at Craig, and the way that guy can always seem to calm him down. It was a surprise, and yet expected at the same time...
Tweek raised his eyes behind me over my shoulder with a look of longing desire as I turned to see Craig coming towards us who gave this cool sexy smile to all who acknowledged him as he passed by. I chuckled inwardly. He's actually pretty good at that. His vision seemed to spot us as he had turned to walk towards us, smiling, and Tweek couldn't seem to hold still with every step Craig took forward.
Once he reached us, he greeted me with a slap on the hand, and a pat on the back, which I returned before he turned to Tweek.
"Hey, Tweek," he began with a soft, friendly smile. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean anything by it. I hope we're still cool." I guess he had come to apologize same as me.
Tweek smiled back shyly, nodding. "Yeah. We're cool"
Immediately, Craig broke out into a grin, showing his perfectly straight, white teeth as he grabbed Tweek in a one armed hug, pulling him in closer playfully. The other laughed as he stumbled into Craig's touch, as happy as could be.
I smiled at them to myself. See what I mean? Weird, but still perfect in some way together...
"Yo, out of my way, Spas" a familiar fat asshole's voice called out in a rush as he pushed people out of his way.
Tweek didn't do a thing, but smirk, and shoot his right middle finger up at the passing boy, who seemed to be in too much of a hurry to stop. Craig laughed, messing up Tweek's blonde locks, and patted the other's head as he was proud of him, and amused.
"What do you think he's in such a rush for?" I wondered aloud.
"Meh. Probably just on his way to get to the cafeteria" Craig figured, answering my curious question.
"CARTMAN! GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I heard a shouting angry voice coming closer.
It was Stan, and he was more pissed than ever. I saw Wendy running after him with some difficulty in her heels.
"Stan, wait! This won't solve anything!" she called, but Stan didn't listen as he was advancing towards us, his eyes fixed on his prey.
What had Cartman possibly have done now?
I grabbed a hold of Stan's arm as he passed me through the hall, but he yanked it away from my grasp as he went after his target. As Wendy passed by I began to keep up with her as I left Tweek and Craig to themselves.
"Wendy, what's going on?" I asked. "What's Stan so pissed about?"
"Well, apparently, Cartman sabotaged Kyle's food at Casa Bonita with dog crap, and it carried salmonella, passing it onto Kyle, and made him sick" she explained as she made her way after her steaming boyfriend. "Now it's developed into DKA, and he's in the hospital"
"What? What's DKA?" I asked confused.
"Don't know. I was just told this a few minutes ago. That's all I've got"
We were then met by the light of day as we had stepped out through the back doors of the building, and were making our way around the corner after the two boys.
Stan stood before Cartman, catching the fat boy in a dead end as he was pulsing with rage.
"Would you like another black eye to match your other one, fat ass?" he growled, his muscles tightened.
"Come on, Stan. Let's talk about this" Cartman laughed nervously. "I mean, how was I supposed to know the dog carried salmonella? What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that you could kill him, you stupid asshole!" Stan shouted, furious.
"Oh, whatever. The stupid Jew's just faking. Food poisoning isn't that bad"
I stepped up just to the side behind Stan. "Salmonella is capable of killing you, Cartman" I spoke, correcting him.
"No it isn't, you guys. Besides, how would you know, Kenny?" Cartman asked.
"I know because I learned about it in Home ec" I replied, glaring.
"Oh, that's right. You decided to be a pussy and take Home ec instead of Shop" he laughed
"Hey, shut up, you blood belching vagina! I only took that class cause that was the last one that was open!"
Cartman smirked. "Sure."
"Don't try and change the subject, ass-wipe" Stan stepped up closer, his fists clenched very tightly. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, Cartman! I'll fucking kill you!"
I stepped away as Stan hurtled his fist into Cartman's nose, and then into his fat gut as I went over to a frightened Wendy.
"Stan, please, stop!" she cried as Stan got hit hard a couple of times.
"Wendy, you don't want to see this" I told her as I put an arm around her to turn her tear-streaked face away from the fight. She wept quietly turned the other way as I kept my eyes on the other two, having it out.
Both fought hard as Cartman definitely had the weight advantage, and Stan definitely had the strength advantage. Groans of pain were let out as blood was spilt from the two of them before Cartman had finally managed to pin Stan to the ground. I'm sure it had to be hard to hold down a strong, angry, determined Stan in place, but I'm also sure that it was no easy task to lift a fucking heavy fat Cartman off of you. Stan was punched in the head many times before he had found all his strength to flip his opponent off of him as they both scrambled to their feet, Stan bashing Cartman down. Stan took heaving breaths as he winced at the contact with his finger as he touched his gashing bruise lightly just to the left on his forehead. Cartman took this opportunity to make a run for it, but Stan was too quick as he stood in the way of the other. He smirked as Cartman stepped to the left and then to the right, each time, Stan blocking him from his escape. Cartman smirked back as he paused before Stan was instantly met by a hard kick in the balls causing him to fall to the ground, coughing and sputtering.
I cringed as I felt the breeze of Cartman hurrying off, and away before Wendy turned to find her boyfriend hurt on the ground.
"Stan," she cried as she ran to him, and knelt down in front of him. "oh, Jesus." She began to shower him with kisses all over his face as if they held some kind of healing power before she brought a tissue out from her purse, and began to dab at his wounds softly. He was helped up by his nursing girlfriend as he cringed with a low groan in pain, trying to stand up.
I walked towards them, and asked if he would be okay. Stan nodded in response with a hurt light smile. I helped Wendy get him on his feet, and both of us took him out of the cold.
I told him later that we could go visit Kyle at the hospital sometime soon. He nodded with this look of gloom he held for pretty much the rest of the day whenever I saw him.
Stan sure as hell was strong about this, but I saw that deep within he was broken. Those wild blue eyes had turned to blue tears somewhere inside, but not once did I ever see one fall, nor did I hear one sound of sadness admitted from him. He just kept going, dying a little inside. I then began to wonder if he needed the help just as much as Kyle that day. I was worried.. about both of them...
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Stan's POV:
"Aw-awwwww! Come one!" I whined as I watched my bus leave without me, disappearing into the distance. What else could possibly go wrong on this fucking piece-of-shit day?
I began to make my way down the road. At least Ike's school didn't get out until 20 minutes from now. I still had time to get there and pick him up...
After about a half an hour of walking had passed, I readjusted my backpack on my shoulder as I stepped up towards the old elementary school yard. I smiled at all the good memories I had had here. Over there was where that frenchie, Pip always used to hang around. We always loved to spit on him. And there by the flag pole was where Tweek and Craig fought each other back in third grade. I remember Kyle and I had made a bet against Cartman and Kenny on who would win. Kyle was so sure Tweek would beat the shit out of the other, but now, I think Craig would definitely kick Tweek's ass now that we were in high school and how much strength Craig had built since then. I laughed softly. I could remember all sorts of stuff... even that time I took a dump in the urinal. Damn, did Mr. Mackey get pissed...
"Stan!" I heard a voice call me out from my thoughts and memories.
"Hey, Ike," I smiled. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah" he nodded. "See you tomorrow, Filmore" he turned and waved goodbye to his buddy before he returned to walking back home by my side.
"So, how's it been going, little dude?" I asked my best friend's little brother.
"'Salright, I guess. It could be better.." he shrugged in a reply. "I take it you've heard what's happened"
"Yeah," I began solemnly. "I have. How's he doing?"
"Last time I saw him, not so good.. I'm scared, Stan. I don't want Kyle to die" Ike spoke sadly.
"I'm sure he'll be fine in the end" I soothed wanting so much to believe it myself. "Tell me.. what exactly happened?"
The younger boy looked up at me with glossy eyes before he began from the beginning just after dinner last night... I felt the tears starting to build up behind my eyes as well as I listened to the adopted Canadian speak. God, look what you've done, Cartman... I wish... No. Don't start...
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Kyle's POV:
"Kyle, bubbie, it's time for super" I heard my mom knocking on my door, waking me up from my deep slumber. She stepped inside with a steaming bowl, and a glass on a tray. "It's tomato soup, your favorite."
I slowly sat up, supporting my soar upper stomach with my right hand. I was feeling worse than a couple of hours ago when I saw Stan and Kenny last. My head was aching and I felt sweaty and weak as I was breathing faster and didn't have that much of an appetite. I thanked her, and accepted the meal, though, as she supplied me with my insulin.
I hated being sick. I didn't like the fact that I wasn't in-control. Fuck this shit! I wasn't gonna spend another goddamn day here at home. Stan's in trouble with something. I just know he is. For once I'm gonna be the one to stay, and be there for him like he always has for me. I wanted to be the person he could open up to, and return the favor, but I couldn't do that when I was stuck here...
"How are you feeling, bubulah?" mom sat on my bedside, setting the tray down.
"Much better" I smiled, lying. I wanted out. I wanted to go see Stan again as soon as possible.
"You certainly don't look it very much"
"Ma, I'm fine. I'll be able to go to school tomorrow"
She sighed. "Well, here. Take an extra amount of insulin in this dose. You need to keep your blood sugar leveled"
I rolled my eyes as I made ready for the needle, and then injected it into my left arm. I clenched my teeth as I did this before I slid it out, letting go of a breath that I hadn't even noticed that I had been holding in.
"Go on, Kyle, eat up. Your soup's getting cold" mom told me as she gathered up and went to leave.
"Thanks" I nodded as I gulped down my glass of water. I was real thirsty.
Once she was gone, I blew on the tomato soup as I picked up my spoon, and scooped the hot liquid into my mouth. It felt good as it trickled down my throat past my most sensitive taste buds. However, I didn't finish it. I felt too nauseated...
I set the bowl aside as I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and carefully stood. It was hard at first as I had to seek support from my night stand, but I managed, and made my way towards, and sat at my computer to sign into MSN.
The first thing I found my eyes doing was looking for Stan's name to be online, but sadly I didn't see him. Thankfully Craig was on, though, the main reason I had to come on in the first place. I quickly changed my name before I double clicked 'Craig:P... (flips u off)'...
Sick as fucking hell today :( says:
"hey :P"
I sat back and waited for him to reply...
Craig:P... (flips u off) says:
"oh, hey, man. how's it goin?"
Sick as fucking hell today :( says:
"could be better. u?"
Craig:P... (flips u off) says:
"im good. oh, yea that's right. u weren't in science class today."
Sick as fucking hell today :( says:
"lol yea. i was hoping i could borrow the science note we took today if its cool"
Craig:P... (flips u off) says:
"sure brb"
Sick as fucking hell today :( says:
"k"
I sighed as I rubbed my forehead, and waited for him to come back.
"Kyle," I heard a knock on my door. "can you help me with my math homework?" I looked up to see my little brother, Ike, standing in my doorway. I smiled as I assured him he could, and motioned for him to take a seat on my bed.
"Just hold on, though. I have to quickly get this Science note, and then after I go to the washroom real fast, I'll help you out" I told him before I turned back to my computer.
"Okay. Thanks"
I accepted the file Craig was sending and waited as it transfered...
Sick as fucking hell today :( says:
"hey thanks"
Craig:P... (flips u off) says:
np
I immediately printed off the file Craig had sent before quickly saying goodbye, and signing off. As soon as the printer started up, I slowly got to my feet, and left for the bathroom to take a piss as Ike was looking over his math...
Once I had returned, I sat on the edge of my bed beside my brother as he flung his pencil on his notebook, frustrated. "Why won't this work?" Ike asked distressed. I peered down at the math problem he was working on. I smiled. I remembered learning this in fourth grade.
"Okay," I began picking up his pencil, and handing it to him. "how many times does 6 go into 79?"
"Umm..." Ike thought for a moment. "13 times?"
"Right" I smiled. "so then what's 6X13?
"Uh, 78?"
"Yep, so write that down.." I instructed as he did what he was told.
As I waited for him to finish, I watched him scratch in the answers. I blinked twice as I saw his numbers splurging together as he wrote. Damn, he was worse than Stan with his writing.
"Ike, why don't u space your numbers out a bit" I suggested. "I can barely read that"
"What do you mean, Kyle. Ms. Choksondik says I'm one of the top neat writers in the class" Ike looked up from his work.
I blinked twice again, trying to get my vision straight as I stood, clutching at my painful stomach, and rubbed my eyes. Maybe I wasn't ready to go back to school. Maybe this was getting serious.
"Ike, go get mom, and dad" I requested.
"Sure.." Ike sat up from my bed, and slid off, eyeing me with a look of concern before he left the room.
I swayed as I tried weakly to make it back to my bed, but it wouldn't stay still. Everything was spinning as I was breathing heavily, and then fell to the ground with a big thud. Darkness grew over me as I could hear screams faintly, slowly slipping away into silence, and into nothing... MOM, DAD! Help! hurry...
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A/N: Tada! There you go! Hope u enjoyed, 'Wishes and Dreams Only Break the Heart'. I'll be working on the next chap soon .! Happy New Years to all! XD
Peace Out! XP
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