KYLES POV
The last bell rings and within a couple of seconds, girls and guys are throwing around their study papers. I pack up my things and put them neatly into my bag, we just had Science and thankfully Stan was in the other Science class. I was scared of Stan now, around everyone he still acted his normal self. But if we were alone he'd talk about how losing him is only gonna cause me trouble. Stan might just be looking after me, he might not want me to get hurt because of Cartman. But when he hit me all of those thoughts changed. Soon enough, and no sooner expected I get pushed over and I fall to the floor. Right then and there I felt like screaming and letting every single secret out. About Stan and, about Cartman. I get up without a word and jog to my locker. Stan's locker is next to mine. And he is standing there next to it.
"You coming to Tokens party?" He questions softly.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." I say in a cheery voice.
"Do you want me to pick you up or anything?" He offers.
"No, I'll just walk." I answer.
Around Stan I have to act like nothing happens. I'm pretty used to it, it's just how we would talk if nothing was wrong. But the fact is, everything is wrong. I grab all my books and put them in my bag. Along with all the other junked crammed in my locker. I zip my bag, throw it over my shoulder and leave. The halls are pretty empty now, just a few student getting there things or talking to teachers in the classroom. I head out the front doors and make my way home. I'd usually walk with Kenny. But, he went with Cartman. I get to my front door, Ike's waiting out front. Mum hasn't given him a key yet, and with me only in Year 11. She just leaves it with me.
"Finally. What took you so long?" He grumps.
"It is the last day, I has to get all my stuff." I respond fiddling around my bag for the keys.
"Was it Stan?" He says cocking his head sideways.
"Ike, I told you to never bring it up. And no, it wasn't Stan." I glare.
We head inside and Ike takes a seat on the couch, my mum and dad are never home now. Mum found a job and dad has a lot of lawyer suit cases, so it's usually just me and Ike. I take a shower and get ready for the party, I dry myself and my giant poofball for hair whilst I decide what to wear. I grab out a pair of black jeans and a elbow sleeved maroon shirt, paired along with my maroon Vans. In the area of being insecure ever since we got older, I always wore black clothes and nothing that showed a lot of skin. I get changed and brush the giant poof of hair, it takes longer than you think. I head downstairs and sit next to Ike.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Tokens big party. Everyone's going." I asserted.
"You look nice." He says.
"Thanks Ike. Are you gonna be fine on your own?" I stated.
"Yeh, I'll just heat up some scraps. You have fun." He smiles.
I give Ike a light kiss on the forehead, grab my keys and leave the house. It's starting to darken and I all I hear is the passing by cars and my shoes crunching in the snow. I don't bring anything to Tokens. Not even my phone, it'll probably get lost or stolen. Which will just lead to me getting in trouble. I'd usually just use Tokens or some other persons phone. I get to Tokens mansion and already people are showing up, I don't see Stan or Kenny. I mean I did get here pretty early, when did I leave? About 5? This thing starts at 7. I walk in and Tokens setting up the giant boom box, he's crouched down on the floor playing with wires and electrical suppliants.
"Hey Token." I avowed softly.
"Ow, oh hey Kyle." He acknowledged.
"Need any help?" I asked.
"That'll actually be really great. Can you go up to my room and grab the spare speaker, this one is playing up." He addressed.
"Oh, yeh sure."
I walk up Tokens staircase to his room, there's all kinds of party appliances in here. I look around for the speaker, it's crammed beside his bed underneath all his school stuff.
"Way to leave your room Token." I smirk.
I move all the books away and grab the speaker, if it were any bigger it would be my size! I lift it up onto the bed, get into a more stable hold with it so I don't drop it. I slowly step out of Tokens room and watch carefully were I step. I can't see a thing in front of me, which leaves me cocking my head sideways to try and see down the stairway. I get to Token and carefully place it down.
"Thanks Kyle, oh and Stan's here. He said he wanted to talk to you. It was important." He informs.
"Where is he?" I gulp.
"Outside." He says pulling the speaker.
"Thanks." I say heading towards the back door.
I find Stan sitting on a bench, he's sitting there twiddling his thumbs. I walk over and sit beside him. He doesn't look at me, he just lays his hands in his lap.
"You wanted to talk?" I start.
"Yeh, talk like we use to." He drawls
"Stan, we can't talk like we used to. I can't talk like we use to, it's different now."
"I'm sorry." He mumbles.
"W-what?" I sputter.
"I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry for giving you a stupid fucking lecture about how other people will use you. I'm sorry for everything."
"I'm sorry too." I relate.
"W-what for?" He sniffs.
"For inviting Cartman to our annual thing."
"It's okay. I shouldn't of reacted how I did." He smiles.
"So now what." I theorize.
"Start over? Erase where it went wrong? Start from when we were close. When we didn't have to act."
"Sure." I smirk.
He gets up, his eyes slightly teared. He looks at me and smiles real hard, a smile I haven't seen for months. It was such a relief, to be back with Stan. I get up and smile back, he pulls me into the tightest hug. I start to cry, I feel the wet tears down my cheeks. He pulls away and wipes my face with his sleeve.
"You don't understand how much better I feel." He grins.
"I'm just glad it's over." I giggle.
We go back into Tokens and a lot of people have arrived, but I only notice Eric. He's standing there with Kenny and Butters, lightly tapping his foot. I smirk helplessly and walk over to him, with Stan by my side.
"Hey Kyle!" Butters shrills.
"Hey Butters." I smile.
"Hi." Cartman sneers. "Kyle, can I talk to you. Alone." He requests.
"Yeh sure, I'll uh be right back Stan." I claimed.
Me and Cartmam head upstairs to the hallway, he sighs lightly and looks up at me, eyes full of envy.
"What's wrong?" I worried.
"I just, I can't stand to see you act around him." He starts.
"Oh yeh um about that." I chuckle. "Me and him, were cool now. He apologized and we hugged and I'm just relived everything turned out well." I smile.
"So I don't have to beat the shit outta him?" He laughs.
"No, but I-I thinks it's best. If we, y'know. Just me and him hang out on our own for, a-alittle." I stutter.
"Oh, um. Yeh sure catch up on your things. T-that's cool." He smiles.
"Okay, thanks. I think we better head down, see who's here." I nervously crack.
I head downstairs, but Cartman doesn't follow. I didn't want to leave Cartman like that, and the more I thought about what I said. The worse it sounded. I do really want to catch up with Stan, alone. But I feel bad now.
CARTMANS POV.
The second he pushed me away like that, I wanted to burst. Hit Stan even more. For a split second I felt like hitting Kyle? But, at least their okay now. I mean he won't have to live in fear? I sigh and head downstairs, a lot more people have arrived. Including Wendy, she's wearing way more make up than usual. I should probably tell her about Stan and Kyle. I make my way through the crowd towards her.
"Wendy!" I shout.
"Oh, hey Cartman." She shyly acknowledges.
"Can we talk?" I ask.
"S-sure."
I grab her arm and pull her through the crowd and back up the stairs to where me and Kyle were just talking.
"What do you want?" She stammered.
"It's about Stan." I start.
"Oh god, did he hit Kyle again, he didn't did he? Was it my fault? I didn't mean to pressure him in it. Oh this is all my fault!" She races.
"What? Well if you call them making up your fault, I'd be pretty proud." I puzzle.
"They made up? But why?" She questions.
"What do you mean why? And why are you wearing so much make up, I haven't seen you cake your face since 4th grade." I laugh.
"Because, I..." She trailed off, only to stare at the ground.
"Wendy did he?" I gasp.
"I was only talking to him about Kyle! I told him he should just apologize, and leave it behind him. He told me no, and that's when he punched me in the face. He said he was gonna make an 'accident' out of Kyle!" She cries.
"So what he's gonna kill Kyle?!" I assert.
"I don't know, I cried in fear until I fell asleep." She says feeling her face. "Thank god for make up though." She smiled lightly.
"I gotta go find Kyle." I say rushing down the stairs. "Thanks Wendy!" I call.
I look around everyone, the number of people have grown by at least 50, the music blares and half the people are already holding red cups and looking dreary. I begin to panic, my heart races faster and faster. Until I run into someone, they fall to the ground spilling there drink. Before I say sorry I notice the giant poof of red hair.
"Kyle!" I proclaim.
"Jesus Christ Eric. What's wrong?" He says getting up and patting down his shirt.
"Everything, just come with me now. It's urgent." I spill.
"Okay." He says suspiciously.
I drag him through the crowds, not letting go of his hand, I pull him outside where a lot of people are just sitting on benches or eating. I take a seat across from him, he smiles at me and sits.
"It's about Stan." I sigh.
"What do you mean?" He babbles.
"Kyle, Stan hit Wendy. And he plans to do worse to you." I crack.
"What! No, it's not true. Stan would never hit her, he adores her. Are you sure? I mean she is wearing a lot of makeup. Oh Cartman." He cries. "What do I do?"
"I don't know, just try and stay away from him. And if anything happens that seems suspicious find me." I add.
"Can I just stay around you?" He broke in.
"I guess so." I smirk.
"Thanks Eric." He smiles.
KYLES POV.
I felt relief when Cartman said I could stay with him, but I still worried about Stan. How could he hit Wendy. It wasn't right, something wasn't right with Stan. He changed, but what changed him? I still sit on front of Cartman. He's wearing black pants like myself, but his jacket is zipped right up so no one can see his shirt.
"What am I gonna do." I sigh
"Do your best not to know about it, don't tell Stan you know. Act normal, like when he apologized. Act like nothing I told you happened." He explains.
"BUT I DONT WANT TO ACT ERIC! I DONT WANT IT TO BE THIS WAY." I yell. "UGH WHY MUST IT BE SO DIFFICULT YOU KNOW WHAT! FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU ERIC CARTMAN, YOU'RE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!" I shout.
He sits there looking stunned, all eyes are on us in the backyard. I get up and walk back inside towards Stan, he's sitting around with Kenny. I have no idea what just happened, I think I just lost control of everything. I didn't mean to hurt Cartman like that. I should go apologize. No, you'll look weak. And he's lying about Stan. Just remember all the fun times you had with Stanley. Those were the best times of your life.
"Hey!" I shout at Stan and Kenny.
"What did fatass want?" Stan asks.
"Nothing." I gulp.
"HA! Look how drunk Red is already!" Kenny smirks.
"You like Red?" Stan comments.
"Nah, I'm more a Butters guy." He says watching the blonde dance.
"You're gay?" I question.
"Oh shit. Well yeh, I only told Cartman. But y'know don't tell anyone." He says biting his lip.
We promise to not tell anyone but again it got me thinking. What if I were gay? Wait am I gay? I find Eric attractive. I just never thought of him to be...gay? He flirts with a lot of girls. Then again he flirts a lot with me? By the time I finish through all my thoughts were all in the middle of Tokens lounge room which is casually set up as a dance floor. I watch both Kenny and Stan sway around with the rest of the people. Then Stan looks at me and smiles, he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. We head into a spare room and he sits me on the bed.
"Hoo! Great party so far right?" He says sweating alittle.
"Ha! You got that right." I smile.
"Kyle." He says plumping next to me.
"Yes Stanley." I answer.
"It's a good thing that door has a lock on it." He grins dimly.
"What? Why?" I ask watching him go towards the door.
'Click'
"Because no one will hear any of this." He hissed.
He seductively grabs my collar and nuzzles his face in my neck, I feel the warm lick of his tongue. He pushes me further on the bed and presumes to take his shirt off. I dislike this, a lot.
"Stan, I can't do this." I sputter.
"What." He says getting off me.
"I can't do this. I don't like you, I like...Eric." I trail.
"WELL HES NEVER GONNA LIKE YOU! I LIKE YOU, AND YOUR GONNA LIKE ME!" He shouts.
"Stan, no. I don't like you. And I'm done with all this." I push him off and head for the door.
"Your not done with fucking anything." He screeches.
He pulls me away from the door and slams me onto the floor, I cringe in pain as I hold my shoulder. He pulls me up by my shirt and throws me across the room. I feel the blood from my face trail down my face along with my tears. I hold myself tight and keep my eyes shut tight. I feel kicks and hits from him and all I can hear over and over is my own voice. 'Why didn't you listen, why didn't you listen.'
CARTMANS POV.
I couldn't help but not know where Kyle was. Sure he told me to fuck off, but he's gonna get hurt by Stan. I sat outside for ages after he yelled at me, staring blankly at the ground. I sat blankly inside now, around the sweaty dancing bodies. Eyeing out for either Stan or Kyle, then I spotted Kenny. The skinny blonde was dancing around with Butters.
"Kenny!" I divulge.
"Huh?" He says slowly stopping his dancing.
"Where's Stan and Kyle!" I shout.
"I think they went upstairs." He answers puzzled.
"Thanks Kinny." I smirk.
I head straight up the stairs I look through every single door, then I get to the last one. It's locked, I lean the side of my face on the door, there's small talk. But over the blaring music it sound like yelling. It sound like Stan! I hold the handle and slam all my weight against the door, over and over again. Finally it breaks.
"Aw fuck!" I say falling onto the floor.
"CARTMAN! YOU FUCKING DISGRACE." Stan blared.
"Fuck off Stan." I say wiping my face from sweat.
"E-e-Eric." The small voice cracks.
His face is covered within deep of blood, tears and side of snot on his face. Hey no ones perfect when they cry. His eyes are terrorized in fear, he's crammed behind the bed side. Tears still flow down his face.
"Kahl." I smirk.
"You!" Stan points. "Why couldn't you just die when we were kids! Why did you have to put us through everything! Why can't you just fuck off to Nebraska or something o-or fucking Peru." He fights.
"Because I had to keep him safe from crazy fuckwits like you!" I spit.
He hurdles his way towards to me with his fists up and ready to hit me. I grab his fist before it touches me, pull it sideways and club his whole body to the ground. He holds his arm in agonizing pain.
"Don't ever fucking touch Kyle again." I say leaning in towards his face.
I grab Kyle and hang him over my shoulder, he's worn out and he literally won't move. I give Stan one more harsh kick and slam the door behind me. I open one of the other doors that have no one inside. I lay Kyle on the bed and sit on the end of the bed.
"Eric." He mumbles.
"Yeh." I answer.
"My side hurts." He winces.
"I'll go find some ice. I'll be right back." I say walking to the door.
"Oh and Cartman." He vows.
"Yes Kahl." I reply.
"Thanks." He smirks.
"Anytime." I muse.
I head out the door and close it lightly, I quickly go and check on Stan to see if he'll give Kyle trouble whilst I'm downstairs. He's gone, hopefully gone from Tokens too. I shut the door and go downstairs to the kitchens fridge. I open up the refrigerator to look for any ice packs. There's about four, in all colors, and from what I've seen Kyle's favorite color is green. I grab the green ice pack and wrap it in a tee towel, I smirk at the fact that both of these supplies consist of being green. I jog back up the stairs towards Kyle's room. He's still lightly sleeping on his side.
"Kahl." I lightly broke in.
"Hmm." He murmured.
"You gotta lie on your side, c'mon." I say slowly moving my hands under him to move him. He groans a little but I hopefully don't hurt him.
"Did you find ice?" He mumbles.
"Yeh, a nice ice pack in fact." I scoff.
"Green too, my favorite color." He smirks.
"Alright were does hurt the most." I say examining his beaten up body.
"On the hip." He says grabbing my hand and laying it on his left side.
"Alright this might sting even." I retort.
I lift his shirt lightly and unravel the ice pack once, so there is still towel on it, it's just one layer out. He winces a little by moving sideways, I hold the ice pack there for a little. I put it up on a small side pillow so I don't have to hold it any longer. His hand is still holding mine and I'm pretty sure he's asleep. I carefully unravel his tightened fingers on my hand, he sleepily puts the hand to the side of his face. I get up from the small side of the bed and walk to the right side, I lay down next to him and looked at his blooded up face. We really should've washed it and cleaned it up. Oh well, I lay on my back and intertwine my fingers together on my stomach. I sigh lightly and shut my eyes.
"Night Kahl." I smile.