Chapter Eleven
Kenny's Point of View
I nod at Kyle and smile in a concerned manner, showing that I am very happy to listen.
"WellI'mgayandhavethehotsonafatNazi assholewhoI'vejustspenttheafternoonkissi ngbeforeheannouncedhewasusin gmeandI'mtellingallthistotheguyIused tohaveacrushon," cries out Kyle at the speed of light, well I don't think a cheetah could have caught any of that... he looked so calm before he spoke, he looks shocked now, like he didn't mean to share so much.
"Perhaps you could say that again slower?" I reply sympathetically.
"Well, I'm gay," repeats Kyle as he blushes and hides behind his hair. I'm really not surprised by this, after the few childhood 'romances' we all had, Kyle never seemed that interested in girls, he didn't even seem to notice when girls attempted to flirt with him, and a lot of them did, I think he must have the perfect combination of brains and looks. Nevertheless he didn't seem interested in guys either; I've just always pictured Kyle as happy by himself.
"When did you figure that out?" I reply.
"When I was about fourteen I finally realised."
"Ok, so far nothing bad."
"Really?"
"Yeah dude, it's no problem if you're gay." I fail to mention the fact that I'm bisexual, I mean I must be to have fancied Damien, anyway it's not relevant and Kyle can never guess what's going on. 'So what was the next thing again?' Kyle sighs and looks at me in a way that suggests I should prepare myself. I shift myself more upright on his bed and cross my legs. With a heavy voice he confesses:
"Cartman and I kissed."
I don't think you can ever truly prepare yourself for a revelation as big as that, a thousand different thoughts run through my head as I try to rationalise it, a thousand questions that need answering, if I was Stan I'd have probably been sick from the shock. "What? When? Where? Why?" I blurt out.
"Well," replies Kyle, "I'm not sure when I first started having f-feelings for him, I'd started to notice different things about him, like his amazing broad shoulders." I raise my eyebrow at this; Kyle just makes a pained smile. "However every time I would think something like this I blocked it from my head and tried to ignore my feelings; I thought there was NO WAY I could have a crush on Cartman, we hate each other and argue all the time, furthermore he's an asshole."
"Are you sure the fatass hates you?" I ask.
"Of course he does don't be stupid, Ken. Anyway I was daydreaming in history yesterday and accidently said that I wanted him to be my project partner, so we went over to his house this afternoon. We got into an argument, I pinned him against the wall and then suddenly he was kissing me and I was kissing back. I was willing to take it quite far until he stopped me, pushed me away and announced that he was pretending to be enjoying kissing me to confirm his theory that I was 'a fag.'" At this Kyle starts crying again in full force.
"I don't believe him," I state.
"What do you mean you don't believe him!?" Yells back Kyle, "I think it's pretty clear he was just doing it to prove I was gay."
"Are you fucking kidding me Kyle, I've always secretly thought Cartman had some pretty deep feelings for you and now that he's kissed you, it's obviously true."
"But he told me he was just pretending," Kyle's voice cracks at this as tears clog up his throat, I put my arm over his shoulder and pull him into a sideways hug so that his head is resting on my shoulder, my hoody instantly becoming damp from all his tears.
"Of course he said that," I reply comfortingly, "he probably didn't want to admit the truth, especially considering this is you and him we're talking about. I think he'll be feeling upset and guilty right now."
"Kenny, have you lost your mind?"
"I'm not sure I ever had it, but one thing I do know is that Eric Cartman has a lot more feelings than he lets on."
"There's no way he'd like me even if all of that is true." Kyle continues to sob into my shoulder, he's worked himself up into such a state, and I can tell he's going to be like this for the rest of the night. I grab my friends chin and turn his face towards mine so that I'm looking into his tired emerald eyes.
"Kyle, have you looked in a mirror at all recently, you're totally gorgeous, plus you're incredibly smart and so passionate, anyone would be a fool not see all that. Besides you and Cartman have always had a special connection, it was clear even when you were kids that you loved to hate each other." Kyle doesn't look convinced at anything I've said so I carry on, "I'm actually having trouble understanding why you like him?"
"I'm not entirely sure myself, I guess I go for the rugged bad boys, like a bloody hormonal teenage girl," he chokes a small laugh, "but I do feel a strange passionate connection between us."
"What other bad boys have you been interested in?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
"You," he responds.
Kyle's Point of View
"What other bad boys have you been interested in?" asks Kenny in a light heated voice. Well screw it tonight's a night for honesty.
"You," I reply, looking away from him and fidgeting slightly uncomfortably. I'm not looking so I can't gauge Kenny's reaction to this; I'm expecting to be shoved away from him any minute. Instead he laughs.
"Well I can understand that, I am undeniably sexy, tell me what is it about me that you liked Kyle, my thick and silky hair? Or was it my shockingly blue eyes? Or perhaps as you said previously, my bad boy persona?" He winks and grins at me, I'm so relieved by this reaction that I laugh and grin as well, punching Kenny in the arm.
"So one of your best friends tells you that he's gay, rests his head on your shoulder, cries and admits he used to have a crush on you... and you're not running for the hills?" I ask playfully.
"We're already in the mountains, where do you propose I would go?" replies Kenny sincerely, making me burst out laughing again. I look up at him and see that he's looking up at the clock. "Oh god it's 10:45, you're mom is going to wonder if I'm ever leaving." The thought of being alone makes my heart drop and I start to panic, I don't think I can cope without Kenny tonight; my blond friend obviously registers the look of dread in my face. "Just stay here and try not to have another breakdown," he says quickly as he rushes out of the room. I can hear him as he runs down the stairs, slowing as he reaches the bottom.
"Oh Kenny are you leaving?" asks my mom.
"Yes I must be getting home Mrs Broflovski, thank you again for letting me stay for a wonderful tea." Replies my friend in what I recognise as his most charming voice.
"Oh think nothing of it; you can come over whenever you want to."
"Thank you very much, well goodnight Mrs Broflovski."
"Goodnight Kenny," and with that I hear the door close. I take notice of my mom walking up the stairs and making her way to my door, she stops outside and knocks.
"Come in," I yell.
"It was lovely to see Kenny again, he's turned into a very polite and handsome young lad, although perhaps a little too skinny," declares my mum, "he's welcome over anytime he wants, anyway goodnight Bubeleh."
"Night mom," I reply with a smile. She blows me a kiss and then shuts the door. I'm really not sure what to do now; I can't sleep with all these thoughts whirring around in my head and this horrible miserable feeling in my heart, why did Kenny have to leave? I need him. I start to well up again salty water slowly seeping down my face as I throw my head down onto my pillow and weep. I hear a knock at my window, shocking me and almost causing me to fall off the bed; I hesitantly look up to see Kenny's face grinning back at me. Relief and sudden realisation runs through me as I hastily yank open the window pulling a panting Kenny inside. "You crazy bastard," I whisper to him, voice still recovering from the shock.
"Now didn't I tell you not to have another breakdown?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at me. I don't reply and seeing my distress he pulls me into a warm hug before collapsing on the bed still breathless from climbing up my wall. I take this as an opportunity to have a proper look at him, something I haven't done all night. He's wearing his usual orange hoody, hanging loosely off him and baggy blue jeans... my mom's right Kenny is too skinny, I don't remember him always being this skinny. I look at his face, studying the dark circles around his closed eyes; they look set in, like they've been there a very long time. His face looks pale and lifeless and as he opens his eyes I detect what seems to be a look of despair but it soon disappears as he registers me and smirks. I move to lie on the bed next to him so that I'm facing him, arms in front of us, I look up at my friends exposed wrists and my heart misses a beat in horror.
"KENNY, WHY DO YOU HAVE CUTS AND BRUISES ALL OVER YOUR WRISTS?" I yell. He looks up at his wrists in fear and then back to me before relaxing his facial expression and faintly laughing.
"Oh, ultimate sledging," he replies.
"What's ultimate sledging?"
"It's where you stand up on your sledge and tie the steering ropes around your wrists so you have no choice but to hang on, even if you fall off... that's why I have these marks... rope burn." I just stare at him blankly, unable to comprehend such a ridiculous sport. Suddenly he yanks his hoody and jeans off throwing them under the bed but leaving his t-shirt on. "Come on Broflovski I'm tired get your kit off," he commands, "and you better not hog the duvet."
A/N: Well I bet all you K2 fans are having a field day. Arghhh don't yell at me I know I suddenly vanished, I was away away but now I'm back back I promise. Anyway I wanted this chapter to be based around Kyle and Kenny's friendship and have a K2 moment but without the romance. To all you Stan lovers he's booming back into the foreground next chapter, he's just not in this part of the story (yet.) Thank you to my beautiful reviewers and you know how you can become a beautiful reviewer as well? Click below.