I don't own south Park
Inhale, Exhale. Inhale Exhale. For about ten minutes now Kyle did nothing but blow into and out of a paper bag. Watching it expand when he breathed out, and shrivel up when he inhaled.
Hey, it was better then screaming his lungs out. Which he still was tempt to do since his deceased friend was sitting right next to him on the bed, watching him breath in and out of the bag like an idiot.
Taking the bag away from his mouth Kyle finally took a deep breathe of fresh air and let it out. Glancing over at his friend, who, how he didn't notice before, was transparent, was simply sitting there with a shy smile on his face. Which confused Kyle greatly, since well, if he were dead, he'd see no reason to smile. 'Unless he was smiling because of that kiss.' And that thought only made Kyle blush. He still couldn't believe that Kenny had kissed him. Out of the blue, and while Kyle was going through, what he thought was surely a mixture of a panick attack and a sign of going mentally insane.
"So..." shit how was he even suppose to start this conversation? Sure he could start with the numerous questions that were running through his head, or he could sit there in silence staring at Kenny, and be awkward. Ah screw it. He was just going to be blunt.
"So," yeah that was a wonderful way to start a conversation. "are you like haunting me?" he asked blushing. Not out of embarrassment, but because he felt stupid asking.
Kenny's smile fell and he turned to stare at the ground. Kyle regreted asking when he saw the frown. "Honestly I don't know." he stayed silent for a moment and looked back at Kyle. Lifting his arm he stretched it out towards Kyle.
Kyle was unsure if he should move away or continue to sit there. He only watched as Kenny's hand got closer and closer till it went into his arm, making his whole body shiver from the cold touch, and feeling it enter him.
Kenny quickly brought his hand back and examined it. "This is the first time this has happened to me. I haven't been to hell yet." his fist clenched. "I don't understand why I've woken up still on earth, and without my body." he choked at the last word.
Kyle only stared as Kenny sat there, hands folded in his lap, shoulders shaking. Was he crying? Could a ghost actually shed tears?
"Kyle. What's going on?" he asked. "Why am I walking without my body?"
Kyle wasn't sure how to answer. He didn't know. Hell he didn't even know why Kenny would die just about everyday and come back to life. He could only sit back and watch as it would happen. And even know all he could do was sit there and watch as his friend sat there crying. But that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to help. But how?
"Hey Ken?" Kenny didn't answer. "Can I touch you?"
He stayed silent but slowly his head nodded. Kyle schooched closer to Kenny and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He was surprised to see that he could actually feel him. Only him and the air that surrounded him was cold. But that didn't matter right now. Knowing he could get a grip on Kenny, he pulled the upset boy into him and just wrapped his arms around him, trying to comfort him anyway possible.
Kenny had gripped his shirt and pulled himself closer to Kyle. The sound of him sobbing made Kyle tear up as well. Kenny was crying and it was all his fault. Biting his lip he tried bringing Kenny closer only to feel that his arms began to go through him. He could hold Kenny anymore.
"Kenny? I can't hold you." he said as tears slid sown his cheeks.
"That's okay." he answered. "Just let me stay here." he whispered.
Kyle let his arms fall to his side. This was all his fault. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he stared down at the crying ghost. All he wanted was to comfort him, and he couldn't. All he could do was shed tears for Kenny since Kenny couldn't.
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"Kenny? Why are you so cold?"
"What do you mean?"
Kyle reached over and touched Kenny's hand. Ever since they both stopped crying, all they did for the rest of the night, was lay in his bed, staring at his ceiling. At first they didn't say anything but the Kyle started asking him questions. He wanted to know why Kenny was here. Why he hadn't returned to his body. So far all he got was silence and questions that Kenny couldn't answer because he didn't even know. Kyle had learned though that when Kenny was focused enough Kyle could touch him. That's why when Kenny was crying he couldn't touch him anymore.
"Well I'm dead. So I can't produce heat." He felt Kenny's hand grip onto Kyles.
"My turn. Why did you call me that night?" he asked.
Kyle frowned. He knew this question was bound to come up. His fault, all his fault. Those words ran through his head non stop. Sighing he turned his head to look at Kenny, surprised to see that Kenny was already staring at him. Blushing he looked down at their hands.
"Honestly, I wanted to tell you that I don't love you." he saw Kenny's fingers tighten on his hand. Looking up he saw Kenny's eyes holding hope that the answer he was going to give him wasn't going to be the same answer as before. It pained Kyle to see that look. Rolling over on his side he snuggled into Kenny's icy form. "But that doesn't mean I want to try. Kenny I want to love you! I want to think about you all the time, I want my heart to skip beats in my chest when your name is mentioned. And every time I see you I want to stop breathing." he felt tears burning his eyes again.
Shivering he felt Kenny wrap and arm around him. Looking up with tears in his eyes he saw Kenny was frowning down at him.
"Kyle, I don't want you to ever stop breathing." Kenny replied.
Just then Kyle felt it. For that split second he felt his heart stop after hearing the comment. But it didn't make him happy. It only made him sadder. He didn't want Kenny's ghost to be here laying next to him. He wanted the actual Kenny. The Kenny he could hold and comfort.
"Kyle, I'm going to come back to life." he brought his face close to Kyle's. There foreheads touching, making Kyle shiver more from the chill, but also making a light blush appear on his cheeks. "And when I do, I want you to tell me everything you just said, and I promise I'll make everything you want to feel, come true. Got it." he smiled warmly.
Kyle returned the smile. There was a tugging feeling in the back of his head that was screaming at him that Kenny wasn't coming back. But hearing Kenny say he was coming back made him ignore that feeling. He felt Kenny's words were believable, and that he could trust his word.
Snuggling more into the freezing form, he nodded. "Alright I will. I promise."
"Good. Now you should sleep." he whispered.
Kyle nodded suddenly feeling sleepy. Even though he'd rather stay up with Kenny, he couldn't deny the waves of sleep that were coming over him. Feeling warmer, he peeked an eye open to see Kenny sitting against the wall staring at him.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked reaching his arm out to him.
Kenny only smiled. "No. I have nowhere to go really." He extended hs arm and gently hel Kyle's hand. "Now seriously. Sleep."
And just like that, Kyle closed his eye and drifted off not letting go of Kenny's hand.
So normally I don't continue things. Just letting some of you know. But I hav a feeling that I'm actually going to complete this. Yeah.