Chapter 9: Discovery

Kenny

I took off my costume, and I stuffed it back where I always kept it. I quickly walked around the side of Stan's place. I knocked on his door, and waited. The door opened, and Stan stood at the frame. He smiled.

"Let's go get Kyle." he said simply.

"Why? He'll come." I said trying to go inside.

"I texted him, I called him, and he won't answer. I called Ike and he said Kyle was at home by himself. I called, and texted, and he won't answer at all. I have a bad feeling. Kyle always has his phone on him, and it's always charged. Vibrate or sound, but never on silent." Stan said pulling at his hair. "That is so not like him."

Wendy

He looked like he wanted nothing more than to die. Or at least, to sink into oblivion, and never return. He was lying on the couch across my lap, his face still staring straight ahead. Tears were dying to fall from his red cheeks.

"I'm so sorry!" he whispered.

"Why?" I asked running my fingers through his red curls.

"St-Stan and I are always with you when we all hang out. You're Stan's g-girlfriend." he stumbled. "I shouldn't have c-called you."

"Kyle, you're his best friend. I guess that makes us sort of best friends, too. I mean, you never had a problem that I hung out with you, and neither did Kenny. Now, you look dead, for the love of God, tell me what happened." I begged. "I want to help."

So, I sat with him, as he told me the whole story. How his mom wanted him to do great things in the future. How he'd never once dated, never kissed anyone. I thought I'd be a little uncomfortable when he went into detail about his lack of experience with things like kissing, and masturbation. But instead, something like understanding rose up in me, and I knew where this was going. Someone had fucked up with Kyle. Bad, by the looks of it.

"So, I accidentally spilled my guts out to someone, and they fucked up with me." Kyle sobbed. "I feel so terrifying. It's like, Stan, who joined the Goth Kids when you left him for the first time. Wendy, he really loves you!" Kyle moaned. "And I can't ever have someone like you, or any other girl because of how things are with me."

"And how is that, Kyle?" I asked curiously. "Because of your mom? Because you're expected to rise up to Ike and be a genius? Or is it because you're afraid?" I asked.

"Because I can't handle emotion!" he moaned. "When something pisses me off, or makes me feel bad, somehow, tears always escape me! Because I'm weak, and Stan and Kenny were right! I can't handle things on my own!" he shouted.

"Kyle, you're human." I said laughing a little. "You have emotions, so what?"

"I don't want emotions like this, though. Look at Stan? He never shows-"

"That's because Stan is such a fucking jock! He always worries about shit that doesn't even matter. Stan has a tendency to be oblivious to everything and everyone's feelings around him. He cares, but only when you get him by himself and say, "Hey! Listen for once, you fuck turd!" And that's rare." I said simply.

"Yeah? Well, how about Kenny?" he cried through his sobs. "He never-"

"I've been wanting to talk to you and Stan about him." I interjected again. "He looks like he doesn't have emotions, Kyle, but he's falling apart on the inside. And yet none of you bother to ask if things are okay."

"I did! And he told me to forget about it, and not to worry! And the last time I talked to him, I pissed him off."

"Well, Kenny's struggling, and he needs help. He's got emotions, but he's different. He's actually the head of his house hold." I spat bitterly. "We're all just kids."

"Even you don't really show emotion. And you're a girl." Kyle moaned as he lay in my lap.

"Kyle, you are so fucking stupid." I said laughing as my hands made circles on his back and shoulders, trying to calm him down. "Because you're not around everyone twenty-four seven, you think they don't cry, or fall apart, or anything. I've got feelings, too, you know." I said laughing and leaning my chin against his forehead.

"How come it is that whenever someone like you, or Kenny, or Stan is around, I always have to fire up, and either throw a temper tantrum, or cry?" he asked. "That's not even the big issue here, Wendy!" he suddenly yelled. "I'm having bigger problems!"

"I've been waiting for you to tell me them." I said as I sat with him. "You told me all about Jewish custom, and everything, but where was this going?" I asked.

The boy told me. He spilled his guts out to me on a subject I could tell he was so uncomfortable with. Yet he pulled the contents of his soul out from deep inside him, and placed them out between us, for both of us to see. Of course, a lot of this, I already knew. You have to admit, who didn't not know Kyle Broflovski was gay? He was small, thin, frail, he carried himself in a way that totally displayed his sexuality to the world. So, he told me what happened.

"And what makes you think Mysterion doesn't want you the way you want him?" I asked.

"He ruined my first kiss, Wendy!" Kyle said shaking in my arms. "He fucked up pretty bad. He could've thought a little bit more about how I was feeling at the time. Wendy, I didn't know you could feel like that before." he said sighing. "It was new to me, and I thought he'd give me the courtesy of letting me enjoy things before he said what he said."

"What makes you think he didn't get just as hurt by this as you did?" I asked. "Kyle, just calm down a little bit, and wait. I'm so sure he'll come back to you. And I'm sure you'll be happy once again. You look like your life is over, and ended, but man, you'll be okay." I said surely.

"You know the only reason I believe you, is because you're Wendy Testaburger." he said looking up at me calmly. "I fully trust you."

"Oh, Kyle." I said raising my brows. "You're so. …" I couldn't find the word. Lovable. That's what he was. He was lovable. He was very lovable. It was no wonder Kenny felt like he did.

"You know, I heard laughter." I said smiling and lifting the little guy off my body. "I think they're coming. Hopefully Stan doesn't mind that I'm already here."

"Help me clean up my face." he said starting to become giddy. "Hurry, I can't let them see me like this."

Kenny

Stan and I laughed as we walked along. Somehow, the conversation had gone from Kyle, to the topic of things that hadn't changed in the slightest at South Park. How Mackey and Garrison followed us to high school, and middle school. How Victoria was still principal of the elementary school. Everything was the same. Yet, there was so much that changed between me and everyone else. It was too late to feel awkward for some things.

There had been a lot of times when I'd either be at Stan's or at Kyle's. Stan had barged into his room to find me jacking off at least four times within the last year. Yet he would just keep on going with whatever he was doing. He didn't mind. He didn't make a seen about it, and neither did I. It was cool.

There had been two times when Kyle had walked in on me. I laid back and relaxed, letting him know that it was fine. But it was so funny and adorable to see that little day walking Ginger's face go completely red. To see him walk backward out of the room, and draw the door quietly closed behind him. It was so cute to see the way he acted afterward, almost skittish around me. Of course, I could care less who saw me. Maybe it was because I already went through so much more than that, and why the hell should I care if my body is displayed openly like that to my best friends? I mean, they are after all, my best friends. My two best friends. I've died for them, and I'm sure they would take that same initiative and die for me, if the time came. Well, maybe not Wendy. I don't know. Soon, we were knocking on Kyle's door. It opened, and there stood said person, with other said person behind him.

"Dude!" Stan yelped surprised to see his girl. "What the hell? What are you doing here?" he asked laughing and staring at her.

"Let us in, I'm freezing." I said wanting to hug and hold Kyle.

Wendy opened the door wide, and Kyle came out to greet Stan. I watched as they both hugged. It was a strange hug. Quick, and shaky. Kyle seemed to be elsewhere, on account of the fact that he was grinding his teeth as he hugged Stan. I hugged Wendy, who whispered into my ear.

"Kenny, you look different." she said softly. "Are you okay?" she asked. "You need to talk?"

"No, Wend. Thank you, though." I said smiling as I hugged her.

Kyle shuffled nervously over to me as I walked into his house. Stan shut the door as he hugged his girl and they both went and sat on one of the couches. I walked over to the other couch and sat across from them. Kyle took the arm chair beside their couch.

"You're not gonna say hi?" Stan asked looking at Kyle questioningly.

"I already said hi." Kyle said smiling at him.

"It's okay, Stan. I guess our friendship has evolved to where I can read his mind, and he can read mine." I said stretching out on his couch, my feet still planted solidly on the ground. The look on Kyle's face was priceless.

"Go say hi." Wendy said getting up and grabbing the struggling Semite by his shoulders. "Go say hi, Kyle!" she said giggling as she shoved him forward and practically threw him to me. "Move!" she squealed laughing as she pushed him to me.

Fate must have been on my side. Maybe Moses was present, and he wanted to see how far this could go. Kyle tripped on his shuffling feet, and fell forward. I saw his face explode into a flame of red, and I leaned forward before he hit the ground, and pulled him to me. I saw him gasp as I hugged him tightly. I looked him straight in the eyes, and smiled.

"Hey Kyle." I said. I still hadn't taken my hood off. He smiled shyly at me.

"Did you get my… uh… my… uh…"

"No." I said simply. "I didn't get anything from you. I've been at my fucking trash heap of a house for the last two days."

"I'll kill him." Kyle said under his breath.

"So, what do you guys wanna do?" asked Kyle pushing bitterly away from me and sitting on the other side of the couch.

"I don't know. Wendy, you wanna go see a movie?" Stan asked. "You can pick this time, babe."

"Oh!" Wendy said smiling. "Sure, Stan." she said as he stroked her hair gently. "Let's go see what's playing. You guys wanna come?"

"I have no cash." I said smirking at her. "You know… poor. Ghetto white trash." I said smiling.

"Don't." Kyle said looking hurt.

"Kyle, calm down." I said laughing. "I was insulting myself, man. Not you."

"How about we go another time?" Stan said sitting back into the couch.

"No." I said looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't let my poor problem ruin your date. You three go have fun. I'll go hang out with Token, or Clyde.… Jimmy." I said as an afterthought. Then, my wish came true.

"Naw. We can hang out together, Ken. I'm not going." Kyle said softly. "I don't feel much like ruining Stan and Wendy's date."

"You're not ruining it." Stan and Wendy both said smiling.

"You guys go ahead. Ken and I'll hang out." Kyle said smiling.

Leave! I thought to myself as my body tensed a little. Get the hell out of here, you two! Leave! Just go! Don't say bye, just leave! It didn't take long for them to leave. Soon, Kyle and I were quite alone.

"So, where the hell is Ike and your parents?" I asked.

"Somethin' about Philmore and some other shit." Kyle said looking away. "Nothing that I really gave a fuck about anyway."

"So, Kyle?" I asked in Mysterion's gruff voice. Kyle spun around to face me. His face was white, and he looked like he wanted to smile, frown, cry, laugh and pee his pants all at once.