DISCLAIMER: I USE THE LYRICS TO A SONG CALLED "FLY ME TO THE MOON". THIS IS NOT MY SONG, AND I DON'T OWN ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH IT.
Kyle POV
After I woke up, I looked to my right, and there he was, Stan, fast asleep. I smiled at him, because he looked so cute when he was asleep… Then, I heard him talk.
"Lo…ve you."
I blushed furiously. I didn't know who he was thinking about, but I hope it was me. While he was talking in his sleep, I shook him softly to wake him up.
"H-huh?"
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Stan looked at me, smiling. I was still blushing from when he was talking in his sleep, and I'm pretty sure he noticed. We both sat up, and I brushed my lips against his, not caring for bad morning breath.
"Well, Stan. I think I'm gonna go home now. You know my parents always want me to be home early after a sleepover."
"Yeah, yeah alright. I'll walk with you there."
I smiled. It's amazing how Stan never wants me to be alone, and how much he cares for me. I cared for him the exact same, if not, more.
I changed into my normal orange jacket, one that Stan bought me when we found out that the one I wore when we were ten years old didn't fit anymore, and I put on my normal green ushanka. And, in a few minutes sadly, we both were off to my house to say goodbye for now. I noticed that Stan had a frown on his face.
"Dude, are you ok? You don't seem… all that happy."
"It's… it's about my parents. Will we ever tell them that we're dating?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but I shut it right up. I didn't know an answer to that question. After a few minutes of silence, Stan finally spoke up to break the awkward moment.
"Ky, I think we're gonna have to tell them." I thought he was joking, but just to make sure…
"Stan, I don't know if you're joking or not… If we tell our parents, they'll freak out!"
"Kyle, they'll freak out and scream at us even harder if they find out on their own by stealing our phones or something."
I stopped talking. He was right. But, me? Being a gay Jew? I'll never hear the end of it! Not from my parents, and Cartman will be sure to make my life hell!
"Stan, I can't tell my parents I'm a gay Jew! If I do, they'll most likely try to get help, then the secret gets out, and I'll never be able to live with it!"
"Ky, we can't keep this hidden forever. Some of the people who already know will spill eventually. Like Kenny or Wendy. They aren't the best at keeping secrets, you know that!"
I shut up again. He always knows of a counter argument to something. Again, he was right. I knew that if this kept going, our secret will eventually get out. So, I agreed…
"Alright, then. Ky, you tell your parents, and I'll tell mine. Hopefully things don't get too horrible…"
We reached my house, and Stan waved me goodbye. I searched my pockets for my house keys, and opened the door. My mom immediately greeted me with a smile. She was so overprotective.
"Bubie! Where were you? Are you hurt?"
"No mom, I'm fine. I was just at Stan's for a sleepover, and kinda forgot to tell you…" I knew that when I tell her that I'm dating Stan, I won't be fine.
"Well, tell me next time when you're staying over at a friend's house." She took that surprisingly well.
"Mom… I have to tell you something." She looked at me, and she looks like she already knows what I'm gonna say.
"Mom, I'm gay, and I'm dating Stan."
Silence. She had a disgusted look on her face, and she slapped me on the cheek. I was shocked. As overprotective and crazy as she is, she has never slapped me before. I started to tear up.
"You take that and all your things and get out of here!" What was she saying? Is she kicking me out?!
"Wh-"
I start to talk, but she just slaps me again in the same cheek. I couldn't believe what was going on. In the very next moment, my dad runs down the stairs when he hears all the screaming. He then looks at me with a red cheek, tears in my eyes, and looks at my mom's shoulder with a surprised look.
"Sheila! What is going on?!" My dad screams at my mom, not knowing how the conversation ended up in me being slapped. Did I just start a fight between my family?
"Gerald! Our son just told me he's gay and dating Stanley Marsh! Can you believe this?!"
He looked at me with a pained expression, though he was not as crazy about it as my mom was.
"Shelia, you need to calm d-"
"No, Gerald I will not calm down! I will not have a gay Jewish son!" Is she saying what I think she's saying?
"Sheila, you can't be thinking-"
"Oh yes I am. I am officially declaring Kyle Broflovski disowned from the family!"
I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe what my mom was saying. She just said, that I'm not part of the family anymore?! Who will I turn to? Stan won't be able to take care of me, he already has a full house!
"Mom, you can't disown me! I have nowhere to go!"
"Then go to your little boyfriend's house! HE'LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO KEEP YOU IN HIS HOUSE THAN WE ARE!"
She pushed me out the door, and slammed it. I stood there, not being able to move, petrified, like I was stone. I walked 3 steps backwards, and turned around, and bawled my eyes out. I couldn't believe it. I didn't have a family anymore. By the way you looked at me at the time, you would think that I was recreating Angel Falls. I couldn't stop crying. I sat there for what felt like hours, and before I knew it, it start to rain. As in my day couldn't get any worse. All I need is for Stan to walk by me and say, it's over.
"I-I…"
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even talk to myself out of sheer sadness. I started to run to Stan's house. I don't want him to go through the same pain I just did. I sprinted as hard as I could, not caring that the floor was starting to get slippery because of rain. I got to Stan's house, and knocked at the door. The door opened. Just the person I did and didn't want to see. Stan Marsh.
"Oh my God, Kyle what happened?!" I was still bawling my eyes out, so I couldn't answer his question.
"Kyle, please stop crying and tell me what happened…"
"My… My…"
I looked at him, and he pulled me in his house, and put his arm around my shoulder, trying to calm me down. I looked at him, and hugged him forcefully. I could tell that he saw my cheek extremely red, and I think he now knew what happened. But, to clear it out, I stopped crying for a little bit to tell him what happened.
"M-my p-parents disowned me S-S-Stan…"
Stan's POV
I couldn't believe my ears. Did Kyle just say… that his parents disowned him?! I never knew it would go this horribly! I should've kept my mouth shut about telling our parents… When I told my parents, they sighed, and said that they were happy that I told them! I never knew this is what Kyle's parents do to gay children!
"Ky, you can't be serious… your parents disowned you?!"
He nodded. I gave him a pained look. I wanted to tell him that he could stay in my room as long as he wanted, but I couldn't say anything. I was too deep into the fact of calming Kyle down. I hugged him as passionately as I could. After for what seem liked forever, he finally stopped crying.
"S-Stan, I have nowhere to stay…"
Did he really think that I would say no to this?!
"Kyle, you're very much welcome to stay here as long as you want…"
As soon as these words came out of my mouth, he looked at me, hugged me forcefully, and started crying some more. I hugged him back, and a little smile was on my face.
"Kyle, I love you so much…"
"I love you even more, Stan!"
He was bawling his eyes out. After several minutes, we pulled away from each other a little bit. I was starting to suffocate from that forceful hug.
"Kyle, you should rest. It's only 5 PM and you already have had a long day."
He nodded, and followed me upstairs. I opened the door to my room, and told Kyle to go to sleep in my bed, which would be his bed from now on, too.
I knew that he would have trouble sleeping, so I sang him a little song that my mom sang me when I was a little kid to help me sleep.
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you...
And just like that, he was asleep. Good night, Kyle… We're now best friends, boyfriends, and somewhat brothers…