I'm taking a break on the main pairings of his story (K2, and Style) and I'm going to look towards one of the other pairings, either Creek or Cutters. Both won't be in this chapter, and which ever one of those isn't used for this chapter, will be in a later one. I also wanted to let everyone know that I know who Kyle's going to end up with, but I'm not saying. It took me forever to decide, and I hope everyone likes me decision in the end!

Stan didn't show up right when I got back, so Kenny began to converse with me. He was there to ask about everything that happened.

And I was there to lie about it.

"Stan just wanted to talk to me, I swear Ken."

"Seriously? That's it?" I was lucky Kenny was gullible in some situations. It made it so much easier for me to lie to him.

"Yeah that's it."

"Did you tell him about what we did in the lake? Because I know he wouldn't have been able to handle hearing that." Kenny goes on.

"Course I didn't, I wouldn't have told him if he begged me." How did I actually get good at this lying stuff? Under most circumstances, I wouldn't have been able to lie if someone was holding a gun to my head.

"Oh that's good then."

"Yeah," I say, heading back up to my bunk bed and off of Kenny's. Stan finally showed up after a while, but I fake slept in my bed so he would have left me alone. I couldn't fall asleep for the next few hours, so I thought about anything random that popped into mind.

I needed to get my mind off of Kenny and Stan for a while; they put too much on my shoulders. It wasn't possible for me to enjoy summer camp in anyway if the two of them were going to be acting like such fags.

Wow I'm one to talk; I'm the one who's been a closet fag for my whole life.

Whether it was looking up some sort of gay porn online, watching the other boys in the bathroom change, or finding myself noticeably close to Stan when we had sleepovers and shared the same bed, I was gay. Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay.

No matter what way I looked at it, it was always something I sort of new in the back of my mind, but never really wanted to come to terms with on my own. It's only recently that Stan and Kenny have showed me myself how much I really do like boys.

I need to get these thoughts out of my head… they're driving me insane.

Apparently, Stan, Kenny and I weren't the only ones who realized that either.

Lately I've been observing Tweek. He's quiet. That's really unlike him. I've noticed that most of the time, he's on his phone, laying in his bed and texting whoever for hours. I can tell that he doesn't want to be in our cabin. He never talks to anyone.

I've also recently observed throughout the past few nights that he's been leaving the cabin for a reason unknown to us all. Tonight when he figured we were all asleep, I wasn't. I decided to follow him to wherever he's been going or whatever he's been doing.

Once the door was shut and he was gone, I hopped down from my bed and headed out the door. I looked left and right until my eyes spotted him tiptoeing quietly into another cabin. After he had been in there, I looked in to see whose cabin it was.

It was Craig's.

Craig and Tweek? Who ever saw that coming?

I peered in through a crack in the wall to a sight before me I didn't want to see. Craig was standing there in the middle of the room with Tweek in his arms as they made out. Tweek seemed less jittery and calm in his arms. It was one of those things that you knew you shouldn't be watching, but you just can't look away from.

Even though the sight was strange and completely uncalled for, I was at least sort of glad that Tweek could be happy around someone. I turned to walk away but my feet wouldn't move. I tried again until I realized my foot was stuck in something.

There was some metal wire sticking from the side of the cabin that I had stepped into without realizing it. It wrapped around my bare foot. How had I not noticed that I stepped into it in the first place?

I carefully bent down to try and untangle it, but every slightest bit it moved, it scratched against my foot really hard. Leaving a huge gash in my foot at another attempt, I knew I wasn't getting out on my own.

It was midnight though, if I called for help, Craig and Tweek would have been the first ones to hear me, and I would have completely ruined the quietly following idea.

I sat down. Tears now running down my face from the excruciating pain, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from yelling. The pain couldn't compare to anything else that had ever happened to me.

After a few minutes of sitting there like that, I tried to stand up. The wire tightened around my foot, moving up towards my ankle. Knowing that I was now in enough pain, I figured that it couldn't get any worse, so I stood up and yanked my foot away, hard enough so that it slid off successfully.

I tripped and fell flat on my face; however, that feeling compared to nothing as the one in my right foot. I pushed myself off the ground and made an attempt to walk away. I fell again. I couldn't walk on it without it hurting worse.

I picked myself up and put the lightest amount of pressure that I could on my right foot, and hopped back to the cabin. Upon my arrival, I quietly shut the door behind me and was careful to not wake any of the sleepers around me.

I flipped on the light and began to rummage through some drawers. In one I found a first aid kit. I knew we had a first aid place in the camp itself, so I was lucky there was an individual one in the cabin. I flicked open the little hatch and took out some bandage tape and wrapping.

Putting those aside, I extended my leg up to the sink and turned the water on low and cold. After my foot was a bit cleaned off from the blood that stained my skin, I took the towel from the rack and patted it dry.

I unraveled the bandage, wrapping it around my foot and then using the tape to keep it in place. I got rid of the mess from my injury and turned off the light, moving back towards my top bunk bed. These were the times I wished I had a bottom bunk.

Before going up the ladder, I went through my drawer under Stan's bed to find a pair of socks. I got them out and covered the bandage with the green and orange mismatched socks.

Stepping on each wooden bar as I went, I had to check to make sure no one was watching me. Luckily, no one was. I tried to ignore the pain in my foot so that I could fall asleep. It felt almost impossible, but within probably about 7 minutes, I did.

When I opened my eyes, my foot didn't hurt anymore, I felt numb. I turned my head to find Kenny sleeping on my side. He didn't fall asleep with me there… what the hell?

I don't even care anymore. I'm a fag, I like to sleep with boys.

Kyle's finally come to terms with himself, go Kyle! This chapter sucked, but it took a short time to write it so there you have it. Kyle's foot injury will go away soon, but I needed to add something else to the chapter, because the Creek thing would have been way to short then. Hope you liked it though, and don't forget to review. : D