A/N: Another chapter working in more character relationships and development and blah blah blah but trust me it'll get better
Chapter 2:
I stared longingly at him as he danced around his best friend, pestering his with questions on how he did on his test. Although Stan was wearing such a smug grin it was easy to tell that he passed. Kyle just wanted to give Stan as much satisfaction as he could, he was proud of him. I mean after the hours he put in on me and Stan tutoring us I don't see how he couldn't be happy for us, for him.
Watching the two of them made me wish that I had made a bigger deal out of my score too. I simply blurted him my score and never got to delve into him practically humping me as he reached for my paper. I was never jealous of Stan unless it came to Kyle.
Luckily for us, Kyle was our friend and saved both our asses by helping us pass. Cartman on another note seemed sour as he watched the two friends with me. He was probably mad because we both passed and he failed. Kyle even offered him extra help too but there was no way he would be humiliated by being tutored by Kyle. Although now he's probably wishing he had agreed to join our "faggy sessions" since he'd have to retake the tests again.
"Why don't you two butt buddies get a room?" Cartman snarled with a glare in his chocolate eyes.
"Fuck off Cartman, you're just jealous" Stan smirked.
"Yeah fatass, what did you score like a ten? You know you get 20 points just for putting your name on the paper but you probably didn't even do that right"
"Shut your goddamn jew mouth," He took two large steps towards Kyle before holding his paper up in the smaller boys face "I'll let you know I almost got perfect."
"No way," Kyle stammered grabbing the paper from Cartman's hands and reading over the score. And again. And again. "You had to have cheated, Cartman."
Cartman furrowed his eyebrows "I'm a genius that's all there is too it."
"Genius my ass," I manage to throw in.
"Cartman you're fucking retarded to think I'd believe you got this high of a score without cheating."
Cartman looked at Stan and grabbed his paper, "well if your butt buddy here got a 258 and poor but stupid got 270 then I'd say anything is possible." Kyle's frown deepened.
I however felt a ray of triumph at hearing that my score was higher than Stan's.
"How can you even manage to take a test with nothing but calories on the brain?" Kyle poked with his words.
I moved over defensively as Kyle was shoved into the snow by the much larger boy.
"Watch your tongue before I cut it off."
"Why? Trying to stop me from telling everyone how your mom is in crack whore magazine?"
Cartman's fist was too fast to stop as it collided with Kyle's cheek. The boy in the orange and green jacked moaned in pain.
"I warned you jew!"
"Cartman what the fuck is your problem?" Stan threw several punches at Cartman who easily swatted him away. I got down over Kyle, turning him over to see the red mark. It looked like it hurt a lot, Cartman usually doesn't use so much speed and precision when hitting Kyle but this time he must have been even more angry than usual.
"What is your problem?" I questioned the brunette.
"You guys can all go fuck each other in some giant gay orgy, I'm going home"
As soon as Cartman was gone Stan joined me at Kyle's side.
"Dude are you okay?"
Kyle nods "yeah just caught me off guard was all." He was such a terrible liar. It did bother me however that Cartman didn't gloat about his score from the start, he had been acting weird all day, more of a total asshole than usual. Maybe he was mad that he scored so high? No, that would be stupid.
"Well lets get you home then Kyle."
"Kenny, you act like I just got my ass kicked."
"You kinda did, I mean look at your face."
"Kyle, Kenny is right, you should put some ice on it so it doesn't swell up," he hesitated on his last word "more."
Stan lightly brushes his fingers over Kyle's scalding cheek. The injured boy flinches at his touch and again I'm left wishing I was Stan. Kyle would probably touch me if I ever tried to touch one of his wonds.
"You totally need some ice, I gotta go to Shelly's concert recital thing tonight but Ken can help you out." I smile at this wondrous opportunity to be alone with Kyle. Too bad it's only to cover his face up with ice.
"Fine," Kyle finally gives in "have fun Stan, lets go Kenny." He grabs my wrist as we all three stand up.
"It'll be so incredible my ears may even bleed."
I laugh with Kyle as we part ways with Stan and he leads us towards his house. As we near his front door he releases my wrist and waits for me to go inside before closing it behind us. He immediately goes to his freezer and fights frozen food to get to an ice pack.
"You want anything to drink or anything?" he questions as I sneak up behind him. He puts the cold back over the spot Cartman hit him. Making an aggravated face which suggested it hurt more than he was letting us think.
"I can think of something I'd like to drink," I lick my lips and he jumps at the sound of my near voice, having not realized I was so close.
"Well what is it?"
"If we go to your bedroom I can go ahead and show you."
"Pervert," he hisses, looking away. I've been making passes at him for years but he has always just blamed it on my perverted nature, didn't he realize that he was the only person I said things like that too anymore?
I take in his cute flustered expression wanting to kiss his soft pink lips. Every action he does makes me feel so needy, although this only started about four years ago. I was pathetic, a four year long crush on one of my best friends and nobody knew about it. I used to be a whore and sleep with anything that would take me but that ended as soon as Kyle was the only person I could think of that would give me a stiff. Now the only action I got was from my hand with thoughts of him.
"Well do you wanna go to town to look for Butters' present?"
That's right, his birthday was tomorrow. I try to imagine the perfect gift as Kyle wearing nothing but a teasing bow etches itself into my head.
"Well Kenny?"
"Oh um yeah lets go." I shake my head clearing naughty images of my friend out of my mind.
Our time shopping was very short lived. I was able to spend an entire afternoon with Kyle and I didn't even get to make any moves. Sure there was the time when I 'accidently' bumped into his ass but he didn't even take notice.
"So do you think Butters will like what I got him?" He asked.
"Of course," I grinned and grabbed his wrist and pulled it up so I could take a sip of his smoothie. "Anything from you is always the best," I declared after swallowing the cold beverage.
He pulls his drink away as soon as my lips are removed from the straw "dude, sharing a straw is totally second hand kissing." He was all but too innocent.
I grin moving my face towards his "well we could always just kiss, then we wouldn't have to worry about it being second hand."
"Quit messing around," he groans looking a bit agitated and pink.
I hate that he is so close yet so damn far away. I watch as his lip trembles and just fantasize that I'm taking it with my own. If only. I finish my thought and shake my head.
"But you're so fun Kyle."
He frowns. "There's just no hope for you, I should probably go wrap this though" his smile returns as he waves the shopping bag around "are you gonna spend the night too?"
"Only if I'll be sleeping with you," I flirt before getting a deserving shopping bag in the head "I mean I don't know, I don't have a sleeping bag or anything."
"Well if Butters doesn't have any extra blankets you can share mine with me, don't try anything though." It was amazing how casually he just permitted me to sleep in a very tight space with him, did morning hard-ons even cross his brain? I'd probably have one all through the night.
I give him a goofy grin, embellishing my excitement "okay but you can't take it back later."
His smiles and his parents pull up beside us, "do you want a ride?"
"Nah, I can walk."
"Kenny get in the car already."
"What'll you do to me if I do?"
He rolls his eyes as I sit beside him in the backseat.
I watch his hands as he plays with his fingers and taps them on his knees. My hand instinctively brushes over one of his and stops a top it.
"You okay Kyle?"
His green eyes meet my gaze while that adorable blush creeps across his milky skin.
I ease in closer to him until the car comes to a stop outside my house. Damn, so close. I get out and wave my goodbyes, "I'll see you tomorrow Kyle."
He smiles hopefully "Don't be late."
"I won't."
"It starts at 4pm, you kinda need a time to not show up late," He smiles closing the car door. I watch the Brofloski's car drive off and laugh quietly to myself. This day was one of those good ones.
By the time I get up it's already one, I wasn't late yet. I pull off my covers and roll my fingers in my hair. I probably needed to clean up.
I went to the backyard and took the hose up spraying myself in the face and scrubbing at my hair. The cold water was one way to guarantee a quick awakening. When I got back inside my parents were fuming at each other. I figured it was just like any other old fight until I noticed it was my things they were throwing at one another.
"Don't call me trash you stupid bitch!"
"I'll say whatever the hell I want if it's true!" screamed my mother.
"NO!" I yelled as I watched a snow globe leave my dad's hands and smash into the wall. I got to my knees shoveling the glass into my hand, cutting at my fingers in the process. This globe had meant the world to me and now it was shattered and broken. Something Kyle had given me two years ago on my own birthday.
The glass butterfly that had been inside it was totally destroyed. I could defy bits and pieces of it from its stained glass beauty.
"Maybe if you fucking alcoholics could get jobs we wouldn't be poor as shit!" I screamed before slamming the door to my room and gently placing the glass on my bad side, pulling out a few small shards from my fingers as I heaped it all together.
I reach under my bed and pull out what was once a six pack a beer but now only had five cans. I removed one and opened the top only to hear a fizzing noise. I chugged it down it seconds and whipped my lips. I felt like shit and sometimes this was all that made me feel better. Maybe that was why my parents did it. They just wanted to forget too. I grabbed another can and thought of Kyle's pissed of face if he knew I was drinking. I lay back on my bed imagining Kyle scolding me as he threw empty cans at my head and laughed, taking yet another can of alcoholic beverage and drinking it as well.
I must have passed out again. It was 8:45. "Shit," I hopped off my bed avoiding the five now empty beer cans. I grabbed Butters present which was also under my bed. It had been beside the beer but now it was under there alone. Stumbling around on my feet I headed out of the house.
I shouldn't have drank. My body felt fuzzy as the beers effects hadn't worn off. My fingers missed the doorbell my first two attempts but I nailed it on the third try.
A blonde haired woman answered the door "Oh hello Kenny, everyone is upstairs in Butters' room eating pizza, just go ahead and go up there."
"Thanks Mrs. Stotch."
I leap up most of the stairs and clumsily head over to Butters' room and open the door. "Sorry I'm so late, but Happy Birthday Butters!" He smiles coming over and taking his gift out of my hand.
"Aw geez, thank you Kenny." Butters replies.
I notice Kyle gesturing me over and make my way to sit beside him. Also in the room was Butters, Stan, Bebe, Token, Wendy, Red, Clyde, Craig, and Cartman. Nice turnout I thought.
"Here, I saved you some pizza." I took the slice gratefully from Kyle. I didn't know how hungry I was until I was swallowing the still warm cheese. "So why were you late this time?" Kyle interrogates.
"Parents," I say coolly, lying strait in his face. Man I am such a dick.
"I'm sorry," he frowned before Stan nudged him back into the conversation they had been having. Kyle bustled out laughing while I leaned back quietly, watching Kyle's happy expression as he talked to Stan about who knows what. I glace across his eyes, his nose, then his lips as I follow them form his words. I guiltily look away as he stands up to go to the bathroom.
Stan looks at me viciously "dude, what the hell?" I look around a bit to be sure he was talking to me. "Why the fuck do you keep staring at Kyle like you're going to attack him?"
I blink not knowing how to respond. Stan caught me red handed.
"Kyle might not notice but I do and that is not a way to look at one of your best friends Kenny."
Stan must have been mad because he liked Kyle too, he wanted to hog him all to himself. There was no way I was gonna let him just do that. No. That was the alcohol talking, I had to remember to control myself.
"So you found me out, now what?"
"I've been noticing this for awhile now Kenny, and as days go by you get worse and worse about hiding it, but tonight you were looking at him without your usual unnatural innocence," he glanced around picking his words "you just look hungry for him right now."
"I never planned on doing anything about it, I just want him closer to me."
"If you hurt him Kenny, if you so much as make him shed a single tear with your perverted fantasies about him, I will break your fucking jaw on the spot." He tries to keep his tone down so that nobody else could hear us but that only made him less intimidating "He said he's going to even share his sleeping bag with you, he isn't aware of what you're feeling so you had better not try anything and confuse him."
"I know he's clueless, I like it that way."
"Well if you keep this up he won't be clueless any longer."
"I know but what should I do about it Stan? I don't want to pretend these feelings aren't there; it's getting harder and harder to ignore them. I can't even get it up anymore without thinking of him."
That information may have been a bit much for Stan to handle. "I really wish you hadn't told me that Kenny, but maybe you'll feel better if you tell him, and I mean in a nice and appropriate manner that doesn't involve him waking up to your hand in his pants."
I blush lightly at the idea and Stan catches it "I'm serious Kenny, Kyle isn't a slut like you usually go after. You don't even know if he's gay or not."
"Who's gay?" Kyle sits back down between the two of us.
"Urm hopefully nobody," Stan shoots me a warning look and I know it means he'll be keeping a close eye on me for the rest of the night. It was going to be a major pain for me but he was trying to look out for Kyle so I couldn't be too upset with the guy. Too bad I had to have been found out at a party full of people by Stan as I drooled over Kyle.
A sigh escapes my lips as I watch Butters pulling out a large bowl. My eyes trying to avert from Kyle.
"Okay fellas lets play seven minutes in heaven now," Butters giggle as he started to write on a sheet of paper and tearing it up.
This was going to suck. We played it at Cartman's birthday a few months back and learned of the suck to the game. I had to go into a closet with Red and we just stood there pretending we were in there with anybody else. Nothing ever happened unless the two going in were dating of the sorts.
"okay so those of you who don't know how to play," Butters scribbled down names as he continued to talk "you just pick a name out of a hat and then you and that someone go into the closet for seven minutes to do whatever you want. My closet is a lot smaller than Cartman's though so it's gonna be a tight fit for two people so don't make a mess or I'll get grounded, and after the seven minutes is over we'll let you out, but everyone is gonna have to go in at least once."
I roll my eyes, this whole thing was stupid. Now I had to get all close and rub all up against someone I didn't even like.
Butters walked over to Token to pull out a name. "I got Wendy," he read off the paper and smiled. Those two had been googly eyeing each other more than I have with Kyle. I guess this game wasn't about to be pointless for them at least.
As soon as they were both inside the closet and the door was closed, Clyde started a timer. Butters grinned as he shuffled through the hat and walked over to me. "Pick your name now so you can go in as soon as those two are done." I sighed before putting my hand in the hat and pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper. After opening it up I was in shock.
"Kyle, it says Kyle."
"Butters boys and girls are supposed to be in separate hats, this isn't some fag game as much as Kyle would like that," Cartman laughed at his own joke and Clyde getting sidetracked let Wendy and token out about a minute later than he was supposed to. It didn't seem like they minded however, as they excited the tight space holding hands.
"Kenny, Kyle you're both up now," Cartman was still laughing "time to go into the closet."
"Oh dear did I mess up," Butters fumbled through the small pieces of paper in the hat, trying to sort out the boys and girls.
"It's fine, I'll go" Kyle states and everyone looks at him a bit surprised. Cartman seemed to be enjoying himself as he whipped tears of joy out of his eyes. Stan was glaring daggers. "I'd rather it be Kenny to be honest, then I won't feel like I need to do anything." Kyle looked so cool and collected, it was obvious that he didn't realize the danger he was getting himself into. I had Kyle all too myself for seven minutes in a dark closed in space and no way in hell was I going to just let this favorable circumstance just pass me up.
"Alright," I got up and followed Kyle to the closet. It was a lot smaller than I realized as Clyde closed the door. Kyle was heavily pressed up against me with no other option. This was just too perfect.
A/N: oooh whats gonna happen in the closet?