Wow, you guys respond ot threats well! That's awesome! Yeah... anyway! Style! Woo! Everyone loves Style. So let's see how this goes. Kind of a fun chapter. Is there lemon coming soon? Hmmmmmmmm? I have no idea! I'm improvising till I get to the issue of Butters V-card, so let's just go with it! Also, a heads up, I might end up with a threequel to this mostly for me. More details later.
Not that I hadn't expected a kiss from Kenny sooner or later, my permission or not, but I hadn't expected it then and under those circumstances. What was the point even? Was he trying to get me and Stan in a fight or something? I couldn't see why. All he's succeeded was scaring and shocking me until I couldn't stand anymore. Hmph.
"Kyle!"
I turned my head dizzily to see Stan dropping to his knees beside me and looking at my face.
"Dude, what the hell? What happened? Why did Kenny do that? Are you okay? Kyle?"
"I'm fine, Stan," I said shaking my head to clear it but feeling it grow hot as his hands wrapped around it and he searched my eyes. I batted them off quickly and looked away. "I- I dunno what happened. Kenny just came, asked me stupid questions and fucking kissed me and left! That's it."
"What'd he ask you?"
I looked up at him cautiously. There was a sort of urgency in his voice I wasn't sure I liked. "Does it matter?"
"Yeah, it does."
"I... I dunno! I don't remember right now, alright?!" I was angry again, clenching my firsts and leaning away from Stan who I knew was only trying to help. I touched my lips warily, still feeling the pressure of Kenny's on them.
"Were you okay with that?"
Stan said it so quietly, I barely heard him. "Huh?"
"Were you okay with him kissing you?"
"Of course not!" I said indignantly. "I don't know where those lips have been! It'll take forever to get the feeling off. Yick!"
I wiped my mouth disgustedly and Stan laughed. I smiled nervously at him, not sure how I should act right now.
"Would you rather kiss Cartman or Kenny?" he asked suddenly, smiling dorkily at me.
"Ew, Kenny, easily," I said scrunching up my face.
"Wendy or Bebe?"
"Uh... Wendy."
"Dude!"
"What?! Bebe's a whore!"
"Okay then, Craig or Tweek?"
"Craig. Tweek would be so weird to kiss."
"Yeah. Clyde or Token?"
"Clyde."
"Pip or Damien?"
"Damien."
"Oliver or Mace?"
"Uhg, dude, I don't even know!"
"Come on!"
"But this game is so... elementary school. And for girls."
"So? It's fun! Come on, Oliver or Mace?"
"Oliver, then."
"Kitty or Butters?"
"Kitty."
"Me or Ike?"
I stopped, feeling my cheeks flush. "W-what?"
"Me or Ike?" he repeated sheepishly. "Would you rather kiss your little brother or your best friend?"
I didn't say anything. I knew the answer. It scared me because I realized that I wanted to kiss him, life threatening situation or not.
"Kyle?"
"You, I guess," I muttered quietly.
"Okay, out of all the winners, who'd you rather kiss?"
"What?"
"Between Kenny, Wendy, Craig, Clyde, Damien, Oliver, Kitty, and Me, who'd you rather kiss?"
"I dunno..." I whispered, still knowing the answer but refusing to meet it.
"Then we'll narrow it down. Kenny or Wendy?"
"...Kenny."
"Craig or Clyde?"
"Clyde."
"Damien or Oliver?"
"Damien."
"Kitty or me?"
I knew I should say Kitty. She was a really cute girl from another town, but I just didn't like her like that.
"Probably you." He smiled a little wider.
"Kenny or Clyde?"
"Kenny."
"You don't seem to have much problem kissing Kenny now."
"I've got a problem kissing most of these people, but at least Kenny's a close friend."
"Damien or me, then?"
"You."
"Kenny or me?"
My face was bound to be completely red by now. I wasn't sure if anyone was around, but if they were, they were bound to be looking at us.
"You." I could barely hear it, but Stan somehow caught it and grinned, reaching out and ruffling my hair.
"You, too, man."
"What?"
"Out of all those people I'd rather kiss you."
"But... I thought you liked Kitty, though?"
"Nah," he said shaking his head. "She's not my type and I'm not hers."
"What? So I am?" I asked jokingly. Apparently he didn't get the joke.
"Kind of," he said shyly placing his hand behind his head.
"But... you're straight," I said surprised and confused.
"Well, Kenny says people don't fall in love with genders," he explained nervously. "They fall in love with people."
"You're already in love?" I asked, aghast.
"No, not yet!" he said quickly. "Well, I'm not sure at this point. I dunno."
"But then..." I started, trying to catch my brain up to my body that's insides were going crazy with happiness. "You like..."
"You," said Stan, not looking at me. "Yeah."
I just sat there for a minute, unable to grasp the information. Was this Kenny's intention? Had he known this would happen? But we'd never shown any signs of liking each other! Had we? Did he really like me? Did I even like him? This didn't make sense! I felt a little dizzy. My vision got blurry and I subconsciously heard myself hit the step of the bleachers and Stan's worried voice calling my name.
I woke up in the camp clinic, apparently alone. I cracked open my eyes and peered out the window. It was beginning to get dark. I couldn't remember what time it got dark htis time of year. My head was pounding and a vaguly felt something warm wrapped around my hand. I moved my eyes to it weakly and saw it was a hand. I looked at the face and it was a few seconds before I realized it was Stan. I breathed in suddenly and he looked up.
"Kyle?"
I tried to sit up but he pushed me down.
"You need to rest! The nurse said not to let you go anywhere until she got back."
"Where'd she go?" I rasped, content to not move.
"I dunno," he said stoking his thumb over my hand, still entwined with his. "Kenny came with a message for her and she hurried off."
Kenny... I couldn't help thinking he did that to get me and Stan alone. I stared at our hands. He tightened his grip, as if afraid I'd pull away.
"Do you mind?" he muttered.
"No," I answered truthfully, turning my hand to hold his in return. This was okay, wasn't it? It was okay for us to like each other. I stared at our hands so intently that I didn't notice him stand up and lean over me until his lips were on mine.
When Kenny kissed me the world collapsed. When Stan kissed me it shot right back up again. I returned it desperately, clinging to the back of his neck with my unoccupied hand, while his moved to my face. I closed my eyes tight, sure if I opened them it wouldn't be Stan.
Right, so Kitty... she's the girl who asked what Butters' name was. X3 She's my OC since I havn't really gotten anywhere with anyone else's, but she won't have a big paart in the story. I kind of like her, though, (and seeing as I have such a rough out look on all south park girls) it might be nice to have her there just in case. She's got a part with Butters near the end of the story, and then if I make that threequel she'll have a pretty big part.
No lemon yet. I'm not letting them have smex in the nurse's office. Just, no. Too cliche. X3 I also want to get some Man in there before they get jiggy with it just 'cause I think it'll be fun. :P What is MAN you ask? GUESS! If someone guesses before the next chapter I'll um... put their OC in or like, give them a sneak peak to the sequel. Whichever they prefer... I think I'll change that to the prize for the POV CONTESTTHAT IS STILL GOING ON too just in case it's more appealing. Whichever they prefer. frizzy.writings, if you wanna change to sneak peek, that's fine.
-knaws on pillow- KEEEEEEENNNNNNYYYYYYYYY!! -raeps the kid- How awesome is he? Willingly losing his two great lovs in the corse of a single day. I love him.
Sooooooooo, yeah. WOOT! I don't know what to name this chapter so I'll leave it as Chapter 13 for now. Likes? Loves? Dislikes? Pancakes? Waffles? Cucumbers? Sugar in the raw? Flames?! All are loved! Next chapter up soon! Keep reviewing! 33333333
