Kyle left the meeting with Stan and Wendy, he didn't want to be there when she forgave him, they kissed and made up and all that crap.
He was sick of it, the whole thing. Stan, Wendy, hell, even South Park. He wanted to leave. He decided to go over to Butter's house, figuring Kenny would be there as well.
Sure enough, when Butters opened the door, Kenny smirked at him from Butter's couch.
"Can I talk to you guys?" Kyle asked, as Butters stepped aside to let him into the house.
"W-well sure Kyle," Butters gave him a friendly smile and went into the kitchen, probably to get Kyle some cocoa, the official South Park drink for discussing personal topics.
Kenny simply stared at him until Butters came back with a mug of hot chocolate, and placed it in front of Kyle on a coaster.
"Thanks," Kyle muttered, knowing full well he was not going to drink it.
"Shoot," Kenny said, once Butters was comfortably seated on the couch by his boyfriend.
"Stan's telling Wendy about everything right now at Stark's Pond," Kyle sighed, putting his head in his hands.
"It's gonna blow up in his face," Kenny laughed, "He's never been good at thinking things out in the long run,"
"P-poor Wendy," Butters stammered, rubbing his knuckles together, "That Stan j-just causes problems!" he huffed.
Kyle smirked, "He's a bastard alright,"
"You gonna forgive him?" Kenny asked, getting straight to the point.
Kyle guessed Kenny was waiting for his little emo-fest to be over so he could get laid or something like that. He suddenly felt like a bother.
"I'll just go…" he sighed. Stan was the perfect person to talk to, not Kenny. Too bad Stan was the one causing him problems at the moment.
"Stay," Kenny sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel unwanted or something,"
Kyle sat back down, "I don't know, he doesn't deserve forgiveness," he said, and Butters nodded in agreement. "And yet, it's so hard to be mad at him…"
"I'd stick with feelings, they usually lead you in the right direction," Kenny mused, looking down at Butters and planting a kiss on his nose.
"Y-yeah but Stan will n-never learn if you don't s-stand up for yourself," Butters said.
"I agree with Butters more…" Kyle said. Kenny simply shrugged; his feelings weren't hurt or anything.
"Then that's that, now get the hell out," Kenny grinned, pointing to the door.
"Yeah yeah," Kyle muttered, getting up. "Thanks guys… or should I say thanks Butters," he smiled, waving to his two blonde friends and leaving.
The next day at school Kyle was expecting a full out riot against him, after all, he was the reason for all the drama between Stan and Wendy, and yet when he got to school, Wendy didn't glare at him, or threaten to beat him up, or anything crazy like that.
In fact, no one seemed to be noticing him more than normal at school. He passed Stan in the hallway; and he looked completely miserable, but Kyle figured that was just Stan not learning his lesson. Stan used people, he didn't care about anyone other than himself, and yet seeing his friend in so much pain made him want to run over there and tell him he forgave him for every single bad thing Stan had ever done to him.
Instead, he put on a blank face, and simply walked past Stan. He watched as Stan slumped through his day, receiving no attention from anyone, it was like he had the plague. Kyle figured Wendy might just be mad at him or something like that, but when Kyle saw Wendy hand in hand with Token, he finally decided to ask Kenny.
"So, what happened?" Kyle asked, pointing towards the depressed Stan, and the moved-on Wendy.
"…" Kenny opened his mouth to tell him, and the bell rang. Butters poked Kenny in the shoulder and whispered something about needing to go to his locker, so Kenny said he'd tell Kyle after school, and they went their separate ways.
Kyle waited throughout the rest of the school day to hear what had happened after he left Stark's Pond last night.
By the time the last bell rang, Kyle all but ran to Kenny and Butters.
"Alright, what happened?" Kyle asked.
"Wendy broke up with him," Kenny shrugged, "Started dating Token. She hasn't really told anyone why though…"
"But that's so… unlike her," Kyle said, shocked.
"She really loved him," Kenny shrugged, "Maybe a part of her still doesn't want to see him hurt,"
"Kinda like you," Butters smiled, taking Kenny's hand and walking towards the bus stop.
"Why don't I drive you guys?" Kyle asked, he wanted some time with his friends, even if it was a short 10 minute ride in the car where he did nothing but listen to Kenny and Butters giggle, whisper, and kiss in the back seat of his car. He needed anything to keep Stan off his mind.
"Bye guys," he said, as Kenny and Butters got out of the car at Butters house, he began driving home when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Although he didn't normally text and drive, he flipped the phone open and saw that his mom wanted him to clean the kitchen before his father got home. He was texting back his reply, and glanced up just to be sure, and saw Stan dash out in the middle of the road.
He was going about 10 over the legal limit in a residential zone, and Stan seemed to freeze.
He dropped the phone, stomped on the break, and twisted the wheel.
He hit a telephone pole, and the airbag released.