Starting Note: I am so tired from staying up all night last night. I'm sorry if this chapter suffers because of that, hopefully it'll be okay. Now, I know that this is kind of a quick update but I want you guys to know that I update only when I feel like it. No, not to be spiteful, but to make the story better. If I write when I don't feel like writing or if I write when I feel forced to do so, then the chapters come out horribly awful. So, I'm trying to update this story only when I really feel like writing, that way the story won't suck ass. Again, this is a Stan/Kyle (Style) story and contains yaoi (boy/boy romance). If those things aren't your cup of tea, do not read any further than this note. If you like those sorts of things then keep on reading, my friends. This story is rated M for mature due to coarse language, sexual content, and ideologically sensitive material. Enjoy the chapter!
The next morning was a bright, sunny Saturday. Stan awoke with a deep stretch and a long yawn. He looked around his room to gain his surroundings. He sleepily sat up, moving his hands to his lower back and leaning forward, causing his spine to make a slight crackling sound. The raven-haired teen smiled with satisfaction as the pain in his stiff back diminished.
"Ah," he sighed, curling his ebony hair with his fingers, combing the locks out with said fingers. He sloppily flopped back down on his bed and opened his cell phone. That's when it hit him. That horrible nightmare he had was no nightmare at all. It had been a cruel reality. "Damn it."
"Stan! Kyle's here!" Sharon called up the stairs, moving aside to allow the redhead entrance into the house.
"What is he doing here this early?"
Before the blue-eyed teen could do anything, he noticed the Jew opening his door. Kyle stepped inside the dimly lit room with a slight smile; several books were tucked underneath his arm.
"Hi, Stan. Sorry I'm so early, I just wanted to come ahead over to see if you were okay," the green-eyed Jew explained, sitting next to his friend on the bed.
"Uh, it's okay. I'm okay," Stan replied softly, blushing lightly as he pulled the covers over his bare chest. Since when was he embarrassed of Kyle seeing him in his boxers? For God's sake, they had seen each other completely naked before and that didn't bother him.
"Well," Kyle began; he was still suspicious that everything wasn't okay. "Okay then. What should we start on first?"
The ebony-haired boy simply shrugged, swallowing his embarrassment as he tugged the covers off of his tan body and tossed them to the floor.
"It doesn't matter to me," he shrugged, crawling off of his bed and walking around the room, collecting his clothes. He rapidly dressed himself and then rejoined his friend on the bed. "Whatever you want to start with is good."
"Hmm, well what were the prep sheets' main objectives?" The green-eyed boy questioned with his naturally soft voice.
"Eh, mostly math," Stan replied, taking the math book out of Kyle's lap and setting it into his own. He used his knees to hold the covers of the book up as he flipped through the pages. His head spun lightly as he skimmed through twenty pages or so. However, his head wasn't spinning due to the fact that he didn't understand a single thing he was reading, but because Kyle had leaned over to see the book for himself.
The ushanka-wearing boy rested his head gently on Stan's shoulder so he could see the pages as well. The raven-haired boy swallowed hard, a tight knot forming in both his throat and stomach. He wanted so badly to wrap his arm around Kyle, but he didn't want to seem obvious.
"Okay, let's start with the basics," the scarlet-haired teen grinned, flipping through the math book's pages until he found the first chapter's review. "So, what do you have the most trouble with?"
"I… I, uh," Stan stuttered, blushing deeply as he felt Kyle using his thigh to lean over more. As he felt the other boy's hand on his thigh he could feel his heart begin to race furiously. He shook his head and tried to regain his composure. "I have a hard time with all of it. But my problem isn't really math, it's anatomy."
"A-anatomy?" Kyle questioned, feeling his ivory-skinned face heat up and his cheeks turn a cherry red. "Uh, wouldn't you rather study math? I mean, considering that math is the overall concept of the exams?"
Stan looked down at the blushing sixteen-year-old, smiling lightly but growing serious. He ran his hand over the top of Kyle's ushanka, causing the other boy to grab onto the ear flaps protectively.
"How come you hardly ever take this thing off?"
"Stan, you're getting distracted," Kyle warned, trying to shake the blush off his face. He scooted away slightly, opening a text book at random. "Y-your mom said that if we weren't going to study then I have to go home. She seems serious this time."
"Okay, okay," the blue-eyed adolescent commented defensively, moving his hands to his lap, running his fingers over the pages of the math book that remained in his lap. "So, anatomy? Where do we start?"
"Uh, I think we should really start with ma-math," the Jew sighed, giving an awkward smile and giggle combination.
"Kyle?" Stan began, moving a hand to his super best friend's shoulder. "Does anatomy make you uncomfortable?"
"W-well, not really," Kyle stated, looking to the ground with a furious blush on his normally pale face. The red from his cheeks seemed to make his bright jade eyes glow to no end, causing Stan to smile contently. "It's just a little awkward, that's all."
"Is it awkward because of me?"
"What? No. That's not what I meant at all, Stan," the redhead lied quickly, the words spewing out of his mouth at warp speed. He flipped the pages of the book he had opened and continued to refuse making eye contact with the ebony-haired boy. "Well, maybe it's partially the reason."
"Why? I mean, it's just me," Stan pointed out, leaning back against the cool wall behind him.
"Maybe it's the same reason as you feeling uncomfortable around me in your boxers all of a sudden."
"O-oh, you noticed that?"
Kyle didn't respond with words, he simply nodded. His blush slowly began to fade as he tapped the tip of his finger on the math book in the other's lap.
"Back to studying."
Stan nodded, brushing his raven locks out from in front of his face with his fingers and tucking them behind his ears. He looked down at the book for a moment before hearing his phone vibrating against his dresser. The crude sound it made normally would have had the two boys roaring with laughter, but today was different. For some reason, everything seemed to be a little awkward.
"Um, I'll be right back," the taller teen muttered out, handing the book he held over to Kyle, who accepted it and immediately began to look over the problems within the text.
Stan grabbed onto his cellular phone and shoved it into the pocket of his unzipped jacket. He waltzed out into the hallway, reciting calculations in case his mother walked by him. He scurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it securely.
Flipping open the cell phone caused dread to invade the teen's entire being. He clicked the proper button that opened the recent text message. He swallowed down a large knot that had formed in his throat, which only caused it to be dropped into his stomach as he read the text on the small screen.
Stan,
Meet me after school on Monday. Your baby deserves to have a father and damn it you're going to be there for it. We need to discuss our relationship after school.
Love, Wendy
Love? Since when did Wendy start ending her messages with love again? Just reading the word "love" beside Wendy's name caused Stan's stomach to churn.
"Damn it, Wendy! That is not my baby!" He shouted a little too loud. He quickly covered his mouth and prayed that nobody had heard him. Thankfully, no comments came and Stan knew he was in the clear. He fumbled with his phone, deleting every message that Wendy had sent to him, desperate to keep his situation a secret.
Ending Note: That was kind of a lame chapter but I really had no clue what I was doing. It's almost six in the morning and my mom kept yelling at me while I was writing this chapter. Personally, I'm half-asleep so I don't know what the hell she was talking about. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find out in the morning. Only proofread this twice, hopefully there aren't too many errors. Anyway, reviews are appreciated as always and thanks for reading! Stay tuned for chapter four.