Kyle's POV

"You can do it," Stan tells me, and grabs my hand for reassurance. His hand is soft, and felt like I always imagined holding it felt like. Sure, this isn't like holding hands on a date or anything, but it feels right.

I'm about to call my parents. They should be home now, and Ike should be at hockey pratice tonight, so no disturbing little brothers to tell me to fuck off.

I dial the number. I'm suddenly nervous.

I hold the phone close to my ear. I squeeze Stan's hand, even more scared now.

The phone is ringing.

They pick up.

"Hello?" My mother's familiar voice answers. I think she might be a little easier to talk to then Dad, but I'm still nervous. I suddenly forget everything I had planned on saying. Shit.

"H-hi m...mom..." I stutter. Shit, I can't remember anything! "...we need to talk," I manage to remember. Easy enough.

"Kyle, honey! I'm glad you called. We do need to talk. Hold on, let me go get your father," suddenly, I'm not nervous anymore. I just want to get this over with, and stop the anxiety of not knowing what will happen.

A gust of wind hits Stan and I, and we both shiver. We're outside Tom's Rhinoplasty using a payphone. If something bad did happen while talking to my parents, I don't want them to know where I'm calling from.

We wait for what seems like forever, but it's only been a minute or so. Finally, Mom and Dad both say something at the same time.

"Hi," Dad says.

"Sweetheart, we are both here. Time to talk. Are you alone?"

"Uh, yea," I lie. Stan is right next to me, and can hear everything we say.

"Okay, you should be alone for this, because Ike told us some un-pleasing fact, and I don't think anything has happened between you two yet, unless you were out fucking all day," shit.

"GERALD!" Mom does not like the language. Stan is here, and they know I love him. I can't tell him to leave! It would be rude, but I guess unless I want him to know, I have to.

"One sec, Mom and Dad."

"Sure sweetie," I hold the phone to my jacket, so they can't hear what I'm saying.

"Stan," I whisper, "can you go and stand like, 10 feet away? I don't want you to hear this."

He looks disappointed, but follows my instructions anyway. I lift the phone to my ear once again.

"Back," I say.

"Alright. You see, Ike told us you like your little friend, Stan," perfect, just perfect. Now that they know, I can't hide it from Stan any longer. I promise myself I will tell him after this conversation.

I sigh, and Dad starts talking. "We realised that we can't make you straight, but that doesn't mean we accept you. If you promise to never say anything about liking guys, and pretend to be straight you can live with us, and we will never mention it again," I wave Stan over. I want his opinion.

Once Stan comes over, I lie to my parents and tell them to repeat that, because the line was fuzzy and I couldn't hear him. I want Stan to hear that. After Dad repeats it, I hold the phone to my shoulder, pop another quarter into the payphone and ask Stan for his opinions.

"Dude, are you sure you can pretend to be straight? I mean, they don't really love you if they don't accept you, right? I mean, I guess you could go, because you need a place to live, and since you won't live with me, then that's the only other option."

I know that I will have a hard time living with parents where I have to pretend to be something I'm not, but tons of kids have to do that. I need to accept the offer, no matter how hard life will be afterwards.

I accept, and they tell me to come home. "Not yet," I say, "later. I need to do some things first."

I end our conversation, and sigh. "Dude, this is going to be hard," I tell Stan.

We start walking, to who knows where. I decide to tell him. I have to, it's now or never.

"Stan, I have to tell you something."

"Is it why you made me leave, back there?"

"Kinda," I prepare for the worst to happen, "they found out who I like, because of Ike."

"You mean, the guy you like?" He looks nervous. I nod.

"Tell me who it is, Kyle."

I stop walking, turn towards him, and nod. "You," I mumble, hoping he doesn't hear me, but at the same time hoping he does. I do want him to know, but only because I want him to like me back. We're two guys, two best friends. We shouldn't be together like that, but I don't care. I love him, and I want to be with him no matter what.

He looks confused, and sort of happy. He sits down at a bench that was close to us, and stares at the ground.

"Want me to leave?" He doesn't say anything.

"I'll leave," I turn to go, but he shakes his head. I nod, and just stand there. After a moment or two, he does the unexpected. He stands up, and hugs me.

"Me too," he whispers into my shoulder, "me too."

Suddenly, my life seems a whole lot better.

Ooo but what happened with Bunny? I felt like I owed you guys some more Style. Puhlease tell me what you think. New chapter either tonight or tomorrow, but prolly tomorrow because my wrist hurts like crazy.

I suddenly have a few things I want to do in this story, mostly depressing, sad, hard life kinda things, so if you were looking for a happy happy-joy-joy kinda fic, then stop reading, cause it won't turn out like that.

Man, I have been swearing a lot in theese, which is weird because I refuse to swear in real life.

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