Addicted Chapter 5, a south park fanfic

Disclaimer: I do NOT own South Park. Although, if I did, it would be an anime, and all the boys would be couples, and they would be in high school. Thank you.

Okay, before I start, I want to say, Welcome to the last chapter of ADDICTED. Thank you all the people who have kept reading all the way through. –Sighs- this was hard work. But I'm working on improving my writing skills, I need to learn how to develop characters, and 'certain' scenes. I might just write T rated things until I feel ready to write lemon. . But I'm working on TWO Crenny things. Rated T though, but anywayzzz … Here be the last chapter.

SHOUT OUTS! You don't have to read this part if you don't expect yourself to be in it! But you are, because your reading this!

So Devious – Thank you. You are one of the people who helped me decide to enhance the rape scene.

xXCookieDoughXx – Thank you, you're also of the people who helped me decide to enhance the rape scene.

A Hater – Who by the way offered to do a one-shot for me! I'm totally going to dedicate my next one to him/her!

Iluvkenny –I do to, I love Kenny.

And all those people who kept on reading, and fav'ed and and alerted and what not.

And as much as I hate to admit it, thank you to those mean asses, who cussed me out and shit … you definitely made my day. :o( - That by the way is a sad clown.

When you see My face hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell

When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well

Well he's a fool your just as well

Hope it gives you hell

1 month Later.

Yes, Craig had indeed beat the shit out of Dylan. Sent his rapist ass to the hospital. But he was just going easy on him.

When they told Stan, he about damn near shot himself in the head for not helping. Craig told him "Our intent wasn't to kill him, but to drastically change his views on life." Which Stan replied to by saying "Fuck that shit! I'm going to beat the living shit out of that raping dick! I-I'll get Christophe to show me some shovel moves, then stick a shovel up his ass! Then, I'll have Eric teach me some torture methods, and slowly kill the bastard!" Craig replied telling him, "Shut the fuck up you sadistic freak. Not even Damien talks like that." And that ended the conversation.

Kyle had some therapy sessions. Sleeping was the hardest thing Kyle did these days. The images would replay in his mind, over and over and over. He couldn't get it out his mind. The screaming, the bleeding, the-the everything. He was scared that Dylan would just find him and do it again. Even though he went to jail, it scared him.

He had night terrors, woke up in the middle of the nights, expecting Dylan to be standing in the corner.

But his friends support helped him through it. Although she was reluctant, Wendy helped too. Even though none of them understood what it was like, they tried. And that's what mattered most.

And plus, the 'event' helped them get closer. Stan and Kyle that is.

xXxXx

Stan and Kyle sat at Starks Pond. Everything was the same, the beautiful Pond, the tree, the butterflies, the faggy Harley riders. Just as it was as they were kids.

"So …" Stan started.

"Well, are you moving to New York? Permanently?" Kyle questioned, not looking up at his super best friend.

"I don't know? Wendy is such a pain in the ass to live with. But, she's a nice girl."

"Huh. I know what a pain in the ass feels like." Kyle responded, a humorless laugh escaping his mouth.

"Not funny dude." Stan declared, seriously.

Kyle looked back down. "I know." Then a tense silence fell over the two. Stan broke it.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Stan whispered.

Kyle looked over to his super best friend, giving him a warm smile, "It's because I didn't want to worry you."

Tears started pouring out of Stan's eyes. An awkward silence filled the air again.. Before Stan broke it that is.

"Didn't want to worry me! What the fuck dude? I love you! And when you get raped you don't tell me!"

"Stan! Calm down. I'm sorry. It's just that, you're with Wendy, and your moving soon. I don't want to become attached." More than I already am. He wanted to say, but that would be too much. Right?

"Dude, I fucking love you! Am in love with you! And you decide not to tell me!" Stan yelled. Tears were now spilling down Kyle's cheeks.

"Y-you're in love with me?" Kyle asked.

"Yes." Stan answered without hesitation. And Kyle knew, he knew that Stan loved him. As much as he loved him.

His love was no longer unrequited. He looked at the raven besides him.

"I-I can't do this." Kyle sighed. Stan looked at him.

"Why?" Stan croaked. Kyle sighed, looking into the depths of Stark pond that resembled his love's eyes.

"Because, I just don't think I'm … I just don't think I'm ready for another relationship. With all the therapy, all the court dates, the drama, the … all the shit I'm going through, I just don't think I'm ready Stan. I really do hope you understand." Kyle said. Stan sighed, side hugging his best friend.

"I understand, but, I'm willing to wait until you're ready. Until you want to trust someone and be in another relationship." Stan told him, smiling warmly to him. Kyle smiled back, giving him a quick peck on the lips. A shuffle was heard in the bush. Then a girl with black hair and a purple beret stepped out.

"Wendy?" Stan asked. The girl stepped forward, revealing indeed, that it was Wendy.

"Hey guys … uh, Stan, can I uh, talk to Kyle alone?" She asked. Stan scurried to his feet, looking nervously between the two, before Kyle nodded.

"Yeah, I'll just be … over there." Stan said, pointing to a nearby tree.

The two nodded. Wendy took a seat next to Kyle, looking into the depths of the lake.

"So, you won?" Wendy asked, her violet eyes meeting Kyle's green ones.

"Guess so. I told you I would." Kyle joked. Wendy smiled, "So, did you make up with those boys?" Kyle asked.

"Well, a bit. Were at a mutual understanding. But, not friends. I'm just not lucky with boys am I?" Wendy asked, sighing.

"No, you're just looking for the wrong ones. As much as I hate to admit this," Kyle started, sighing, "But, if you didn't notice, Eric has been head over heels for you in elementary school." He offered her.

"I know. But he's so …" She rolled her eyes, Kyle patted he on the knee, nodding in agreement to her unsaid words.

"Well, I'm glad that were on good terms, because honestly, I didn't want to fight with you over Stan, I guess I was just … jealous, because I liked him so much." Kyle said, "For so … long."

"And I guess I'm sorry for you know, trying to take him away. Guess he was just trying to get away from it all." Wendy sighed.

"Yeah." Kyle breathes out. "Yeah." Wendy says afterwards, and then it falls into a comfortable silence. Two – not so friends, sitting by a lake.

The End

Did I trick you? I'm sorry I lied, it's not the end. I just had to put Wendy in there, just to show a little sympathy. I don't know, I felt it necessary to but her in this because Stan's apparently in love with Kyle, so she deserves to know. Anyway, this isn't the end, I have a whole nother chapter, and am currently working on it. Want a sneak peek?

Too bad, I'm evil.