Holy muffins! You deserve to be extreamly mad at me! five whole days, and I was such a jerk for not posting.
You can type loudly at me all you want. I deserve it.
Oh and there is an underlying messege in this, just like in most episodes. COmment if you wana guess what it is.
Oh and there are a lot of f-bombs in this.
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Stan's POV
"So, Kyle, what are you thinking about this very moment?" I asked Kyle as we were walking, hand in hand down the hill that leads to Butters' house.
"Um," Kyle replied. I could have swore I saw him grab his wrist. This was happening a lot, and I had to know why.
I playfully jumped at his back, forcing him to give me a piggy back ride. It must have looked odd and like I was trying to rape him, but it was funny. He finally agreed to it, and started carrying me down the hill. I saw his sleve ride up, which was exactly what I was trying to get to happen.
I looked over his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek before looking down at his wrists. There were two little red lines. He cut himself again. I can't believe he would do such a thing, but then again, I don't understand it. I've never been that depressed, therfor I cannot judge.
"Kyle?" I whispered into his ear before jumping off his back.
"Yes, Stan?" Kyle stared at me. I held his hand close to his cuts, tracing my thumb over them subtley.
"What happened? Why did you cut youself again?"
"What the fuck? How did yo-" I cut him off before he could finish.
I liften up his arm with my hand still holding his. With my free hand, I pulled down his sleve slowly, letting him see his own scars. We stopped walking, and just stood there in the middle of the road. There were no cars, just trees and dirt. I looked into his eyes looking for the answer, but I couldn't find it.
"Kyle?" I whispered.
"I'm sorry," he said before I pulled him into a hug.
After a minute of embracing, I pulled away, but kept my hand holding his.
"Please, Kyle, tell me what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Kyle said loudly. "What do you think is wrong? My parents hate me, I get in trouble for hanging out with you and my fucking brother is a fucking loser. Fuck. Why do you think I'm upset?" Kyle was angry.
"Kyle, calm down! Just talk to me. I'm here to listen, I promise. We have a half hour of walking to do, we have time," I explained.
Kyle told me everything. From the thoughts running through his mind while he cut, about what his mom said when she was punishing him. Everything that had happened in the past few weeks that gave any explanation to why he was cutting himself.
"Did, did it hurt, the cutting, I mean?"
"Yeah, put it was better then I thought it would be. I expected it to hurt a lot, but it didn't."
After walking and talking for awhile, I looked up, and realised we were lost. At least, I was. I had never been here before, but it was nice.
"Kyle, where are we?" I asked to see if we really were lost.
"No idea, but it's nice?"
It really did. There was a clearing of grass besides the road. There were flowers, and trees, and it looked like the perfect place for a picnic.
"Come on!" I said to Kyle while grabbing his hand, running to the open spot.
He agreed, laughing. We ran up to the spot of grass, and sat down. Well, at least I sat down. He layed down. I took this as an advantage.
I crawled behind him, and put one of my arms on each side of his head, in a push up position.
"Well hello there," he said, looking up at me.
"Hi," I said, before I went down, kissing him.
It wasn't the most comfortable position, so it lasted only seconds. I got down, laying besides him.
This time, he took the lead. He rolled atop me, and started to kiss me. It lasted longer, probably 120 pepermint filled seconds.