Pairing: Kyle/Clyde
Request from: HighOffOfSouthPark
Additional Requests (Optional): Kyle and Clyde come out to their high school.
Disclaimer: Matt and Trey's, yo.
Kyle drummed the tip of his pencil against his desk anxiously.
Clyde rested his shoulders on his desk, running both of his pallid hands through his chestnut hair.
The two boys then shifted their eyes toward the clock which mockingly pointed out that there was only 1 pitiful minute until lunch.
Lunch. A seemingly joyous occasion that occurred once a day approximately 45 minutes long. A time period in which each student that attended South Park High could spend laughing, eating, or reminiscing of past events with their fellow friends. And certainly not the appropriate place where two seemingly straight teenage males come out about their secret, ongoing, homosexual relationship.
Fuck, Kyle thought while glancing at Clyde. The fifteen-year-old boy was biting his lower lip in anticipation, now completely ignoring the teacher who was explaining the wonders of Integrated Algebra. Small beads of sweat formed atop of Clyde's forehead just below his hairline. His eyes, glimmering orbs of hazel, searched the room in stress. His teeth tugged on his lower lip a final time before Kyle noticed a peculiar amount of moistness appearing from underneath his irises. Fuck…
Finally, the agonizing bell rang, its sounds apparently shattering the eardrums of both Clyde and Kyle. Sixteen pairs of legs rose and made rushed their way out of the cramped classroom. Two of the students remained the classroom, taking their precious time before arising from their miniscule desks. And finally, the taller and leaner of the two made his way over to his thick companion. They slowly exited the classroom - closely. Too close. The teacher eyed them up and down, lowering her glasses and raising an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Kyle whispered into Clyde's ear compassionately as they walked throughout the currently bare hallways of their high school.
"No," Clyde admitted before swallowing an imaginary knot in his throat. "But let's do it anyway."
Despite his excruciating anxiety, Kyle actually managed to chuckle at his boyfriend's uncertainty.
The two boys walked to the cafeteria in silence; Knife-cutting, tension-filled silence. They continued to walk intimately close, their hands briefly touching occasionally. The sporadic contact between their fingers was enough teasing to perturb them notably, but neither of them actually took it as far as to hold the other's hand. They hadn't officially come out yet; it just wasn't right - yet.
When they arrived at the crowded cafeteria, Kyle could hear the irregular pants coming from Clyde's strained throat. The jade eyes met the apprehensive, hazel ones swimming with insecurity. Kyle's expression was one of comfort and reassurance. And suddenly, Clyde was fine. He was perfectly content, and then -
"Everyone!" Kyle called. "I'd like -" He looked at Clyde, who's face had suddenly drained of color. "I'd like to make an announcement."
All of the giggles and loud chatter surrounding them in the cafeteria had hushed completely. Everyone seemed to be frozen, all pairs of eyes locked on the two boys who were caught with their pants down. Clyde's tear ducts were starting to become active and his throat became strained. He swallowed again. Please, please don't cry, he told himself.
"We're -" Kyle began again, uneasily. "Gay."
All of the eyes which were temporarily locked on them seemed to widen. They even recalled a few mouths drop open in revolted shock. The quietness, seemingly horrible before, had escalated into severe silence.
Then, the laughter started.
The sickening, obnoxiously loud laughter of one Eric Cartman.
"I KNEW IT!" He shrieked, his voice raspy from the hilarity. "I ALWAYS KNEW KYLE WAS A FAG!"
His cries of laughter were soon joined by a few other measly giggles from a scarce amount of unknown students. Some of their other peers, disinterested, turned their backs and went back to eating their meals. However, about a handful of students left their seats and approached the two.
The realization of what Kyle and Clyde had just done hit them like a brick. Did we really just do that? Kyle thought to himself. The realization hit them so hard that the following events went by quickly as if they were a blur.
"Dude!" Stan Marsh exclaimed, confronting Kyle. "How could you not tell me you were gay?"
"How could you not like me, Kyle?" Kenny questioned. "I mean, I'm way hotter than Clyde! He's kind of fat and cries too much."
"Good for you both!" Wendy Testaburger said, smiling at them both.
Not shortly after, Craig and Those Guys approached them.
"Clyde, are you actually, you know, gay?" Craig questioned, his eyes burning into Clyde's.
Clyde could only nod.
"Sick!" They all shrieked in unison, faces painted with repulsed expressions. They shook their heads in disappointment as they walked off sadly.
Clyde's heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell towards his feet. Beats of sweat formed underneath his straight hairline as he loosened the grip of the neck of his coat. Kyle placed an arm over his back, attempting to comfort him as his misery increased.
"Let's get out of here." The Jewish boy whispered passionately into his ear.
The two boys scurried off, sweaty hands interlocked, and busted through the doors of the boys' bathroom. Clyde quickly paced to the back wall of the room, leaning his back against the wall and sliding down to the floor.
"They all hate me." The boy said, tears slipping down his peaked face
"They don't hate you!" Kyle argued, placing a finger over the tear and wiping it into nothingness. "They just need time to - adjust." He concluded awkwardly.
Clyde nodded miserably before the lips of his boyfriend met his into a romantic, passionate reunion. It was simple; tender. Kyle pulled away, much to Clyde's dismay.
"It feels.. right finally being able to do that at school." He noted while grinning. Clyde nodded urgently while gripping the coat of Kyle and pulling him forward. Their lips met again for a second time, this time with much more force and need. Kyle smirked in the middle of the kiss, surprised of Clyde's newfound confidence. However this time, it was Clyde who pulled away.
"I love you," He said, staring directly into Kyle's jade eyes. Kyle enthusiastically returned the look, his eyes speaking for him.
Despite what their friends might have believed, their genders were completely irrelevant to themselves. They were two boys who loved each other; and to them, that was perfectly fine.