Stan heard the car crash into something, but didn't feel anything, and he wondered if he was dead, or if his nerve endings just hadn't realized he was in immense pain yet.
He suddenly felt a harsh pain in his jaw, and then a hard grip in his shoulder, and then a pain in his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw a flash of red hair, and then he felt the asphalt on his back.
It took him a couple moments to realize he was getting the shit beat out of him by a Jew. He slowly opened one eye, when there was no new hit, he opened the other. His blue eyes met Kyle's green ones, and then Kyle flipped him off.
"You owe me a new car you suicidal piece of shit!" Kyle screamed. "Next time you're being all pussy goth faggot just tell me and I'll come kill you myself!"
"I'm not suicidal," Stan said, feeling very confused, "Why the hell would you think that?"
"Well let's see dipshit," Kyle sneered mockingly, "You ran out in front of a moving vehicle!"
"Only 'cause my dog ran off!" Stan argued.
"Sparky?" Kyle asked, completely forgetting about his ruined car, or the bleeding boy on the ground. "I don't see him," he said.
"Sparky!" Stan yelled, getting up and feeling the blood rush out of his head. "Whoa," he mumbled, grabbing Kyle's shoulder for support. "I need to get my dog," he said, and Kyle nodded.
Kyle began dragging Stan away from the road, and towards where Stan was pointing, after Sparky, he had been pulling Stan along for a good half hour, and clouds began to cover the sky, making it slightly darker. Finally, Kyle mustered up the courage to speak.
"You're a moron," Kyle hissed, lifting Stan up a bit more so he could better support the boy he was insulting.
"I don't need this crap right now dude," Stan muttered, shoving Kyle away from him and wobbling on his own two feet.
"And I don't need you at all!" Kyle yelled back, "You are worthless and I absolutely loath the fact that I can't find it in myself to hate your guts!"
"Guys…" a voice in the background said.
"Well I'm sorry alright?" Stan said forcefully, "I can't change the fact that I've messed things up with you but can we please talk about it later? I want to find my dog!"
"So now you choose the dog over me?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow and looking extremely irritable.
"Guys?" the voice tried again.
"No dammit," Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I chose you over her, after you left, there is no one more important with you. I want to find my dog because I figured it's fucked up with us anyway so I might as well focus on the relationships that I haven't mutilated,"
"Well you're right on the fact you fucked us up," Kyle agreed, calming down slightly.
"Guys," the voice tried one more time.
"WHAT?" Both boys screamed turning and seeing Wendy, holding Sparky on a leash.
"I just figured you wanted your dog back," Wendy said simply, holding the leash out to Stan.
"Yes, thank you so much," Stan said, taking the leash and petting the dog.
"You both look like crap," Wendy said simply, and walked away.
Stan took a good look at Kyle and realized he had minor burns on the side of his face, his eyebrow was cut, and his lip was bleeding.
"I kinda fucked up your face," Kyle muttered, "Sorry,"
"I kinda deserved it," Stan shrugged it off. "How's your car?"
"Wrapped around a telephone pole," Kyle sighed, "I'm gonna have fun explaining that one to my dad,"
"I'll admit it was my fault," Stan said, holding out his hand. "Super best friends?"
Kyle eyed his hand warily, and shook his head slowly.
"I can't dude," he sighed, "I'm sorry,"
"I understand," Stan nodded, "Well dude, it was a good fifteen years," he said, turning to take his dog home.
"Kiss me,"
Stan froze in his place and slowly turned around. Kyle was standing there, rocking nervously back and forth on his heels.
"Really?" Stan asked, feeling hyper at the mere thought of kissing Kyle.
"…" Kyle just stared at him and waited.
Stan rushed forward and grabbed put his hands on the sides of Kyle's face, pulling their faces together he crashed his lips against Kyle's and squeezed the other boy tight. Kyle's arms went around Stan's neck and he kissed him back with such fierceness that Stan wondered just how far he would get in the middle of the street.
"I love you," Stan breathed against Kyle's lips, he was taking deep breaths because he had put everything he had into that kiss, and was slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
"I love you too," Kyle smiled, resting his head on Stan's shoulder, and nuzzling against him.
"I'll never choose anyone over you, I promise," Stan said, taking Kyle's hand and lacing their fingers.
Kyle hummed in agreement, and closed his eyes, looking perfectly content.
"I should probably get Sparky home," Stan said, after about ten more minutes of standing there just holding Kyle. Kyle agreed and the boys walked back to the scene of the accident, holding hands and talking about menial things.
"I'd offer you a ride but…" Kyle sighed, when the boys had just stood there and stared at each other for an awkward minute or so, neither wanting to be the one to say goodbye.
"Yeah," Stan said, nodding and feeling nervous. "Well, bye I guess,"
Kyle laughed at his friend and nodded, "Later," he said, and began walking away.
"KYLE BROFLOVSKI WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?" Stan screamed, when Kyle had taken about twenty steps.
Kyle turned around and laughed, the sound making Stan's stomach get butterflies because of how cute Kyle was, but also because it made him realize he really didn't have to yell.
"Yes," Kyle said, walking back and planting a chaste kiss on his boyfriend.
"O-ok," Stan stuttered, "Will you… um, will you come over after dinner?"
"Sure," Kyle said, kissing Stan's cheek and turning to walk home.
"I did it Sparky," Stan said, the realization sinking in, "I DID IT!" he yelled happily, running home with his dog.
Kyle shook his head and laughed at how childlike his boyfriend was.
"Yes you did," he murmured, before entering his house.
Alrighty, well if you want, technically this is the end, the next chapter is just gonna be the part that actually makes this rated M...