Kyle PoV
"What the fuck?" Craig's mouth drops, eyeing us up, his gaze switching from me to Tweek, repeatedly, waiting for an answer. "...Wow... You don't waste time, do you Kyle?"
"Craig... It's not what it looks like." I hold my hands up.
"Yeah, see people say that..." He nods, a hint of anger to his tone. "But there's only really one explanation for what I just saw."
"Why are you even here?" Tweek suddenly snaps.
"Well I brought back that video game I borrowed." He places it down on the desk. "I also thought I'd pop in to see my so called 'boyfriend'."
"When did we ever decide that?" He argues. "We said we would take things slowly."
"Yeah and I didn't think that meant sleeping with the next guy who is available!" Craig raises his voice.
"Can I just interrupt a second." I stick my hand up. "Uh... We weren't sleeping together and also, this isn't Tweek's fault. I was upset over... Things and I just needed... Something to make me feel appreciated. It was a kiss, that's all, I initiated it."
"Yeah? Well then go to a gay bar." Craig practically spits, leaving the room.
"...Go after him." I wave my hand at Tweek, and he gets up immediately, leaving me alone to collapse in a heap on the bed.
Bebe PoV
"Where the hell have you been?" I snap at Kenny as soon as he walks through the door.
"Uh... Anywhere but the bar?" He slurs, leaning up against the torn wallpaper.
"I've been trying to get hold of you all day." I tell him, placing a hand on my stomach. "Something isn't right."
"What do you mean?" He frowns, going to the sink to grab a cup of water.
"...I've been getting these cramps." I mutter.
"So?" He rolls his eyes, clearly wasted. "You're pregnant. What did you expect when you ditched the condom?"
"School alright?" I divert the topic.
"The cheerleaders are all still asking after you." He informs me. "Lisa Burger has started auditions for new members."
"That's my job!" I exclaim.
"They'd have no cheerleaders if they put you at the top of the pyramid!" He snaps. "They'd be in Hells Pass with several broken bones."
"KENNY!" I scream, hurling a nearby photo frame at him as it shatters against the wall.
"It was a fucking joke Bebe calm down!" He raises his voice.
"You know how much that hurts me." I huff at him and he rolls his eyes.
"Then maybe you should have considered it before not taking precautions!" He yells.
"You're drunk." I state the obvious, glaring at him. "Besides, there were two people involved in this. I'm sure you'd love to be in my position; getting fat, having to give birth, not being able to drink, wow look at that-"
"Losing all my family?" He chips in. "Oh hold on-"
"BECAUSE YOUR DAD WAS A DRUNKEN WASTE OF SKIN." I scream. "JUST LIKE YOU."
His face falls in shock, a wave of hurt almost washing over it. Ok, too far Bebe.
"What and you're just the symbol of purity and good?" He glares at me, practically growling, before turning and pulling a vodka bottle from the cupboard. He unscrews the lid, taking a long glug from it, before wiping the back of his hand roughly across his stubble.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO PROVE ME WRONG!" I scream, angered and out of utter frustration he lashes out, throwing some heavy, dusty ornament at me. I feel a shoot of pain as it collides with my abdomen, knocking me to the floor. He stares at me, his eyes wide, his chest rising and falling in succession as I try to lift my head to look at him.
"Oh God..." He mutters, throwing the vodka bottle onto the floor where is smashes, clear liquid flowing out onto the broken kitchen tiles. "Bebe I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry... Can you move? Can you get up... Say something please, are you hurt?"
"No." I try to force back tears as a searing pain ripples through my stomach. I was hurt, but I didn't want him anywhere near me, not anymore.
"Right um... Sit up against the wall." He offers, flustered as he tries to help me up.
"Get off me Kenny." I hiss and he retracts suddenly. "I mean it; leave me alone."
I force myself up, a hand clasped over my stomach, but his whimper as I do so stops me in my tracks.
"Bebe..." He whispers, eyeing me up, fear in his eyes. "Bebe, you're bleeding."
Stan PoV
"Guys do you mind if Wendy walks back with us today?" Emily asks, peering round to face me and Douglas once after-school revision was over and we were finally out in the open.
"Fine by me." Douglas shrugs, giving me a sideways glance. "But uh, Stan might have other ideas."
"No... It's alright." I smile as she turns to beckon my ex girlfriend over.
"You know what? I'm actually thinking I might be able to do something with my life." Douglas suddenly pipes up, which shocks me slightly, but it was music to my ears. "Those equations we were doing; I really actually got them... I figured, if I can do that, I can do a lot of things?"
"Woah." I raise my eyebrows. "Awesome dude."
"Maybe I won't be a washed up homeless guy after all." He coughs slightly, quoting probably most of the whole school, who had brought his self esteem down over the years.
"Ahh..." Emily beams at him, taking his hand freely without worrying who was looking at us. "Look at you being all positive."
It wasn't long before they were walking a few paces ahead of us, engrossed in a conversation that seemed far from me and Wendy's interests right now.
"So..." Wendy coughs awkwardly. "How's your day been?"
"Shit as always." I say without thinking, it was an automatic response now and she gives me a concerned look.
"Stan..." She hesitates, squeezing her eyes shut. "You mentioned the other day... I mean..."
"Forget about it." I snap, knowing exactly what she was hinting at. It had already been playing on my mind that she had picked up on it, but I had no intentions of sharing my mental health conditions with my ex girlfriend, neither was I going to risk anything being spread around school.
"...I only want to help." She sighs, weakly. It took me back months; to when I would be in a mood after losing a football match. She would sit in the bleachers with me, staring down onto the empty pitch, still in her cheerleading uniform and when I pushed her away she would reply with 'I only want to help'.
Every time I would put my arm around her, kiss her on the forehead and apologise. Apologise for pushing her away over something so petty. But now I couldn't do that. Now it wasn't the same.
"I know..." I mutter, wiping a hand roughly over my face before approaching my house. "But you can't."
It's blunt, but true, and I don't look back at her as I practically run down the path, pulling open the front door and collapsing the other side of it. Wendy's voice was still playing in my ears. 'I only want to help'. Course she only wanted to help. Despite everything, she was the sweetest, most genuine person I had met and I don't think I would ever stop loving her. I would do anything to have her back, but it was because I loved her that I couldn't. I couldn't put her through the pain of being with me.
I pull out my revision books, cascading them into a heap on the floor, before something catches my eye. I reach out, my fingers enclosing over the silver bracelet, the words 'I love you' engraved into it. It was the bracelet I gave Wendy, except it wasn't. The clasp was different and the design was more masculine. I had spent ages deciding on which style to buy her in the shop, and I knew it certainly was not this one. This was another one, another bracelet which had been made for me...
Wendy PoV
The stack of books on my desk were not appealing to me in the slightest. I didn't feel the tiniest bit guilty about not opening them, which usually would be a sin. But I had bigger priorities now, like trying to stay alive. Trying to not think about the operation I had coming up. Or the rounds of chemo that would follow to prevent it spreading further. But despite all this, I couldn't help but worry about Stan. I loved him so much, even if I tried to deny it. I couldn't deny that I would wake up every morning, disappointed not to feel his arms around me, or go to sleep every night feeling empty, lonely without him there. I needed him to kiss my forehead and tell me everything would be OK. I needed him to know, but he wouldn't care, surely, he had his own problems and I didn't want to add to that.
Monkey, wheels keep turning,
Monkey, something's burning,
Monkey, don't like it but I guess I'm learning.
I blink, concerned I may be hallucinating for a second. Was 'Shock The Monkey' playing in my front yard?
Monkey, too much at stake,
Monkey, ground beneath me shake,
Monkey, and the news is breaking.
No, I definitely wasn't imagining this. I pull myself up, wiping the tears off my cheek with the back of my hand and peer out of my window.
I'd known, when I'd heard the song. But I forced myself not to get my hopes up.
Sure as hell, Stan was stood before me, staring up into my window, with a boom box held over his head.
It was as if we were back in fourth grade again, minus Token strutting around my room, when all that mattered was silly relationship arguments. Now we had bigger problems, and if this was the one thing that we could physically relieve ourselves from, I was not holding back any opportunity.
"...You'll wake the neighbours up." I pull open my front door, after trying not to practically dive down the stairs. It was the first thing that could come into my head, as he lowers the boom box slowly.
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey.
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey.
Shock the monkey to life.
The song fades out and we're stood in silence, staring at one another.
"I'm assuming this was your handy work?" He holds up a silver bracelet and I try to conceal the one I was wearing on my own wrist, but he has seen it and I was exposed.
"...That's been in your bag weeks Stan." I force back a laugh. "Don't revise much, do you?"
"Can't say it's been my top priority at the moment." He shrugs.
"Me neither." I shake my head, forcing myself to look at him. "I'm sorry about being so persistent earlier... It's personal, I shouldn't have..."
"I'm sorry for pushing you away." He shakes his head, stepping closer to me.
"It isn't... Because I broke up with you?" I dare to ask and he exhales, a trail of thought lining his brow.
"I felt like this beforehand... Hence why I was such a shit boyfriend." He admits. "But I gotta say it's intensified since."
"I didn't want to break up with you." I squeeze my eyes shut, staring at the floor, as I feel him move closer.
"I just wanted to protect you." He whispers and I meet his gaze.
"So did I..." I trail off, and he frowns. "I didn't want to drag you into something that would ruin your life as well as mine..."
"What do you mean?" He says, softly and it soothes me, my eyes brim with tears and I don't know why I never told him before, because he was the only one I wanted to know. The only one who could really help me, and hold me and love me no matter what.
"Stan..." My voice is hoarse as I brush a tear off my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." He replies, almost instantly, but his face was searching me for the reason behind all of this, his gaze full of love and care.
"I have breast cancer." I try to make it more than a whisper, but my throat is clouded with tears and I'm trying to hold myself up, but I can't. But it's alright, because he has got me, and his arms are safe around me as I cry into his chest, and he rocks me slowly, back and forth. "Will you stay with me, tonight, please?"
"Forever." He whispers into my hair, his own tears seeping through to my scalp. But his weakness doesn't scare me, it makes me feel equal, and real, and it feels like us again.
It feels like us again.
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