Chapter Two- HOUSE OF MIRRORS
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
On the outside, I was smiling, and I'm sure I looked perfectly calm to the beautiful stranger across the way. On the inside, though, I was waging an internal battle. The boy was hot, it was true, but was he worth coming out for?
That's right world, Kyle Broflovski is gay. I thought sarcastically to myself.
I hadn't come out to anyone; I had barely admitted to myself that I liked guys. My mom would, to say the least, kill me. Bring me back to life, and then kill me again. I knew she wouldn't approve of my partner choice, or my preference in guys. I wasn't sure what my dad's take on my being gay would be, but I wasn't ready to risk finding out.
But he's gorgeous!The devil on my left shoulder whispered into my ear.
I took a steady breath and decided that just for tonight; I wasn't going to let the opinion of my over-bearing mother get in my way. I was going to enjoy my time out of the house, and enjoy being able to flirt. Hell, maybe my wish would come true.
Ha! Riiight.
I took another breath and placed my right foot in front of my left, easy.
First step out of the way, here comes Kyle! Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot.
I was amazed at how quickly I arrived at the side of the handsome stranger.
"Hiii." I said nervously. I tucked my shaking hands into my faded jeans pockets. The adrenaline pumping through me told me I should have grown a pair and gone after a guy a long time ago.
"Hey." The boy said simply.
My mind made fast work of taking in all of the small details. Immediately I noticed (and loved) that the boy had snake-bite piercings on either side of his bottom lip. His thin lips looked slightly chapped, but kissable and smooth all at the same time. Accentuating his beautiful blue eyes was a smoky ring of black eyeliner, further accented by long eyelashes. I noticed that his cheekbones were set higher in his face than any other male's I had seen, and that feature alone made him beautiful in a unique way. A small silver hoop was laced through the upper cartilage of his ear. Standing this close to him, I could tell that the boy wasn't so much lanky as he was slender with a decent build.
I bet he works out. I thought.
Suddenly, I felt scrawny and underdressed in my soft orange Hollister shirt and gray baggy hoodie. My faded jeans were years old and my Osiris high tops were scuffed and dirty. Compared to the immaculate beauty next to me, I felt like crap!
And the awkward silence continues to grow.
I began to panic. What should I say? I didn't even know how to flirt!
I am pathetic! I am sixteen years old; surely I should know how to flirt!
While I internally scolded myself, the stranger beside me continued to stare at me curiously (in silence).
I need to man up and say something!
"Uh…uh…" I stuttered out.
"You don't do this very often, do you?" The boy asked.
I could feel my cheeks flame up, and I ducked my head down quickly, shaking it a few quick times.
"I didn't think so." He said, and chuckled.
"Nice shirt." I said, figuring a compliment was better than letting the silence grow between us.
Wow, I suck at this…
"Do you listen to Sleeping with Sirens?" He asked, tugging at his black t-shirt.
Shit.
I kept my head low, shaking it again. The boy burst into a loud round of laughter.
"You really don't do this often!" He laughed. I chuckled along with him.
"Hey, shut up! How many times a day do you hit on a stranger?" I asked in a joking tone.
"You're hitting on me?" The boy asked in a mock-innocent voice.
Shit.
"Yeah, I guess I am." I admitted quietly.
"Hmm…I don't know how I should feel about this." The stranger said.
Shit!
Now I was really freaking out. The possibility of the stranger not being gay hadn't quite crossed my mind before I had decided to walk over and flirt with him. Was I making a total ass out of myself?
I guess something in my eyes must have betrayed my panic, because the stranger laughed again.
"Naw, you're cute when you're nervous." He said, giving me a sly wink. I felt my face break out in a huge smile.
I. Am a cheeseball. I thought.
Courage struck and I decided right then that I was going to give this boy my number. I reached quickly into my back pocket and drew out my cell phone.
Suddenly, another gorgeous boy came into the picture.
A gorgeous blonde who was currently throwing his arm around the shoulders of my gorgeous stranger.
My mouth slipped into a surprised 'O' as Kenny McCormick leaned in close to the stranger's ear and whispered loudly enough for me to hear-
"Yeah, real cute."
I didn't hang around with Kenny McCormick often, so I wouldn't know if he was gay, let alone if he was seeing the gorgeous stranger before me. I did know that Kenny was pretty enough for the boy at my side. Kenny was a scruffy looking scene boy, with shaggy blonde hair that fell to his shoulders. I know that the girls at school swoon over that hair, as do I.
I hastily stuffed my phone back in my pocket, no way was I going to step onto Kenny's territory and hand my number over to his guy.
"Hey Stan the Man, what's up?" Kenny asked in a goofy tone. I could feel my jaw drop even further.
So that's what happened to Stan Marsh. I thought; both surprised and impressed.
Stan had changed a lot in the years that he had been away from SouthPark. Like, a lot. Stan now had style! Stan now had an ass!
When did I notice his ass?
"Kenny! How ya been?" Stan asked, gripping Kenny in a firm hug.
I still couldn't tell the status of their relationship, and I still definitely didn't want to intrude. I looked around, searching for a quick escape or reason to leave. I held back a sigh of relief as my last resort fell into my line of view- Eric Cartman stood tall above the crowd of the fair goers mingling around the concession stands.
He would be by the food. I thought cattily. I noticed that Cartman had clad his hefty lumberjack build in that hideous red flannel that made him look even more like a lumberjack then he already did. I shook my head at Cartman's lack of style. Not only did he choose to wear that terrible shirt, but he also chose to pair it with a big ass leather belt through his jeans. Even from the distance I was standing, I could see Cartman's big brass belt buckle glimmering, a huge deer imprinted smack in the middle.
What the hell is he thinking? I thought.
For a second, I almost considered bearing through the awkwardness of my current situation, instead of placing myself in an even more humiliating one. Kenny and Stan were still hugging and talking, though, so I really had no desire. I sent a brief wave in the direction of the gorgeous males beside me and traipsed over to Cartman.
"Hey, Jew! Didn't know they let you into fairs!" Cartman said as way of greeting. I shook my head and bit my tongue, fighting the urge to look back and see if Kenny and Stan were watching me. I reached forward and wrapped Cartman in a quick hug, overwhelmed by the crazy urge to make Stan as jealous as possible. Screw Kenny, he gets everybody! I get no one!
My plan backfired, though, as quickly as it started, it ended.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Jew boy?" Cartman yelled. Which was really loud, considered his speaking voice was loud enough. Cartman continued to yell crude obscenities at me.
"Fucking homo! Think you can hug me, fag? I don't want your fagginess to rub off on me!" Cartman hollered. I fought the urge to cover my face, jeez he was stupid. Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A figure in black swooped in and punched Cartman square in the nose. A smattering of blood shot from Cartman's face as he hit the ground, hard. The giant THUD Cartman's large body made practically shook the earth beneath my feet. Cartman didn't struggle to get to his feet right away, instead he lay on the ground gripping his face and moaning.
"I thought you would have grown out of that stupid shit, fatass!" The black figure growled. I recognized Stan's voice immediately.
Where did he come from?
A crowd began to gather, and I didn't want to see Stan get in trouble for causing such a commotion at the fair. I didn't see Kenny anywhere to drag Stan away, so I figured I had to save him myself. I took Stan's hand in mine and began to drag him away from the steadily growing crowd, and away from a very angry fatass.
A panicked look around me showed me that there weren't many places to hide in the fairgrounds. I spotted the sign for the House of Mirrors just a few feet away, so I continued to drag Stan in that direction.
The entrance to the House of Mirrors was dark. I hurriedly pulled Stan deeper into the House, maneuvering through the reflective maze easily. We hit the center of the House of Mirrors (a giant open room with many, many mirrors encircling us) and I stopped to take a breath. I was fairly certain no one would be able to follow us in here.
I looked to Stan and saw that he was standing in a relaxed stance, his arms lightly crossed in front of him and an amused grin on his face. He didn't look anything like the angry boy he had been just a few minutes ago; the boy who had hauled off and socked Cartman for making a gay joke. Stan looked completely at peace, if not a little pleased.
"I believe you were about to give me your number, right Kyle?" Stan asked quietly, completely throwing me off. I loved the way my name sounded coming out of Stan's mouth, but at the same time, I thought he was with Kenny!
I opened my mouth in surprise just barely, and something in Stan's face changed. Abruptly, I knew. Stan Marsh was about to kiss me. Me of all people! I felt the attraction between us crackle in the air as Stan closed the gap between us. The hand he used to grip my chin gently and lift my lips to his was soft against my skin. Our lips hovered, barely an inch apart, for an agonizing second or two before Stan pressed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was brief, but sweet. Stan's slightly chapped lips felt good brushing against my own.
Who would have known that my first kiss would be with Stan Marsh in a House of Mirrors. I glanced around us, looking at the twenty or so Stan and Kyle's reflected back at us. I have to admit, we look pretty perfect together.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I blushed. One kiss didn't mean we were together or anything, of course.
Stan was still standing relatively close to me. Courage struck for the second time that night, and I leaned in and kissed him, letting my lips linger against his for a second longer than our first kiss. Our breath mingled, and a sigh of disappointment escaped my lips when Stan pulled away.
"So, your place or mine?" He said, surprising me.
The old hag was right; my heart's desire had come to me, and was now offering to take me home.
***Author's Note***
No, this is not the end of it! We as a team decided to leave this chapter at a cliff hanger, there will be more, we promise! Hope you enjoyed Chapter Two-House of Mirrors. That wraps up the first song, Call Me Maybe, in our song fic collection. More to come!