The Misconceptions of Being Gay:
Hey! This is a long chapter, tying up many loose ends as well as a bit of excitement for Kyle. There is also a lot of email/letter stuff I typed up to hopefully make it a bit more interesting. Nearing the end now, but I've still got a few chapters to go so I hope you enjoy this one! H x
(Just tried to post it and realised fanfiction won't accept the 'at' symbol on the keyboard, for use in emails, so naturally that has had to be changed so just imagine it is there!)
Wendy PoV
"Okay, steady now." Stan guides me into the living room.
"I'm not blind, Stan." I remind him, as gently as possible although he was doing my head in.
"Hey! Look who's home!" Bebe hugs me, warmly. She looked as if she was about to burst now, I wouldn't be surprised if she was giving birth to a baby elephant. Then again, I suppose the baby came with all her and Kenny's baggage, which weighed it down quite a bit. "Kenny!"
"Hiya, how you feeling?" Kenny emerges from the kitchen at the sound of Bebe's voice. He had a huge bruise on his face and his arm in a sling but aside from that, he looked quite together in comparison to how he had been in the past few weeks.
"What happened to you?" I raise my eyebrow.
"At least you've shaved." Stan bumps his fist with his. "That's something new."
"Thanks dude." Kenny grins and I exchange a look with Bebe.
"We have your post." Bebe gathers it from the arm of the couch, handing it to me. "There's a lot of it."
"Didn't know so many people cared." Kenny winks.
"Most popular girl in the school, me." I flash Bebe a competitive smile and she shrugs. I rip open the first one and pull out a get well soon card from the Stotch's.
Dear Wendy,
Awful news about your condition. Wishing you a safe and healthy recovery at such a young age.
All our love,
Stephen and Linda xx
AND MEE! Oh, and Butters :)
Stan continues to talk about the soccer scores with Kenny, as Bebe collects up any dirty plates and cups in preparation for when my parents get back. I open one of the more formal ones and find a bank statement, which I throw straight into the trash can, before opening another one up.
Department of Children's Health
Hells Pass Hospital, South Park
Dear Miss Wendy Testaburger,
Following your recent surgery at Hells Pass Hospital, we would like to offer our congratulations to you for undergoing a successful operation.
From here, we wish to invite you in for an additional consultation, to discuss your chemotherapy, on 17th June at 11:30am. Further to this, your next chemotherapy session will be on 8th July at 3pm, unfortunately this cannot be moved or altered as allocated slots are essential to attend. This will include an overnight stay to monitor reactions and blood pressure following this.
Aside from this, we wish you a safe recovery from your surgery, and recommend you take part in as little physical activity as possible for at least a week, to ensure the best possible healing process.
If you have any further questions, contact us on +1 763-895-0080, or prepare them for your consultation session.
Kind regards,
Dr. Gary Melonshrine
(Chief consultant)
My heart sinks as I read it, too tired to really absorb any information at the moment, except one thing that clicks in my mind; 8th July.
"What's that, you've been looking at it ages?" Stan asks me, his voice less distant now after I had zoned it out for the past five minutes.
"Uh... A letter from the hospital." I shrug, casually, placing it down on the table nearby.
"What does it say?" Stan immediately sounds concerned.
"It's just telling me about upcoming dates and appointments." I tell him. "My next chemo session... Which is on the day of prom."
"What?" Bebe splutters and Stan's face falls. They knew how excited I had been for prom, ever since I was tiny, as had Bebe. We used to talk about it on the playground in fourth grade, and now it was so close, the date was imminent and suddenly it had been snatched away from me. It sounded petty, but it wasn't to me and Bebe, it was the second most important event next to our wedding day. "Will you make it to prom in time?"
"It's an overnight stay." I explain, trying to act like I didn't care. "Besides, even if it wasn't, I wouldn't be able to go; the sickness is a nightmare and you're sick for a few days afterwards."
"Well we can move it, surely?" Stan frowns, picking up the letter.
"It can't be moved." I point to the letter and he reads it twice over. "Forget about it guys, it doesn't matter anyway. It's just a stupid prom."
"Wendy..." Bebe sighs as I begin to walk off up the stairs. She was due on 30th June, so knowing her she would still be able to make prom. A selfish part of me now hoped she was late and had lots of stitches, or maybe they would have no one to look after the newborn for the evening. Why did I have to miss it for something that was not my fault at all, but my best friend still got to go yet it was her fault she didn't use a condom? Life is cruel sometimes.
Kyle PoV
I stand outside the club, a club which on the outside looked like your typical teenage hangout, but on the inside was completely different. It was full of outcasts, people in the same situations as me. I double check the coast is clear before pushing open the double doors.
My ears are immediately filled with blaring dance music. I make my way up the marble stairs, push another door and find myself in a large room, equipped with a dance floor, disco lights and several tables, some are booths at the edge of the room and some are high tables closer to the dance floor. A long bar stands close to the door, with many guys drinking at it. Some people here looked about my age, maybe even a year or two younger. Others looked up to the age of about thirty, people who were more secure with themselves, who had come to terms with this.
The weird thing was, I wasn't really attracted to anyone at first glance, maybe this was a bad idea, maybe I was completely wrong about myself. I turn suddenly and take a few steps back towards the door before I am stopped by a nearby voice.
"Can I get you a drink?" I turn back around and see a boy who looked about a year or two older than me, sitting at the bar and sipping soda from his bottle. He had messy brown hair strewn across his forehead and dark eyes, which focus on me intently. I gulp, for fucks sake, why was he so good looking? Just as I was kidding myself as well...
"Uh... No, I was just..." I begin, staring warily around the club. No one was judging me, no one was staring, they were all just focusing on their own lives.
"Going?" He jumps off his stool, confidently coming towards me. "First time here? I remember that, the nerves, the anticipation. Don't worry, it goes away after a bit, once you realise everyone else is in the same boat."
"How did you know?" I ask him, somehow following him over to the bar and taking up the spare stool next to his.
"Me? I spend a lot of weekends here." He explains, pushing his hair to the side. He wasn't your stereotypical gay guy, he looked rather... Well, straight, your Stan Marsh kind of guy. Maybe that's why I was so instantly getting butterflies, which I was very quickly trying to kill off. "It's not just a gay club to me, it's a great hangout as well. A place to blow off some steam, meet new friends. Not everything has to be about sexuality."
"Right..." I mutter, embarrassed at the fact it was already to obvious to him that I was otherwise orientated. I suppose I was here, which was a big clue. The barman comes over and leans on the bar, expectantly. I couldn't wait until the day I was twenty one, when I could order a double vodka shot to make me feel a bit more confident. "Cola, please."
"Something tells me you've only just figured that out." The guy narrows his eyes at me.
"...What? That I wanted a cola?" I manage to joke and he grins at this. God, that made him more attractive, I glance awkwardly at the floor, not wanting to gaze at him for too long.
"Gay? Bi?" He questions, as the bar man passes me my drink and I offer him two dollars in return.
"I don't know really... I know I'm attracted to guys..." I shrug, finding it a lot easier to talk to him than anyone else I had discussed this with. "I suppose I don't have a label right now... What about you?"
"Noah." He holds his hand out to shake mine, which I accept, nervously.
"That's your orientation?" I frown and he grins again, which sets the butterflies free once more, against my will.
"No, it's my name." He smiles, taking a casual sip from his bottle. "Because I'm Noah, that's the only label I have... Personally I think they're dumb, no matter who we're attracted to, what we feel, what we like or don't like, who we support, regardless of religion, gender, sexuality, background... We're all human, yeah? Why label it?"
Wow.
I wonder whether he has practiced this speech, whether it's some sort of super effective chat up line. But the way he says it seems so genuine, like it's off the top of his head.
"That's exactly what I think." I admit, peering over my bottle at where he is looking at me, a deepness in his expression. "Except I don't think I could phrase it that well."
"I'm assuming your parents don't know you're here?" He asks me.
"Well... I have no clue where my dad is." I tell him. "And my mom grounded me so... I'm here thanks to the large window in my room which opens onto a flat roof."
"Ouch, why you grounded?" He pulls a face.
"...For being gay." I reveal and he almost spits his drink out.
"Wow..." He exclaims, coughing slightly. "That's some strict game your mom's playing there."
"Yep." I nod, sipping on my cola. "That's why my dad did a runner as well, he couldn't hack it. At least my mom let me stay put."
"You've told them then?" He checks, still with a look of sympathy on his face.
"Not out of choice..." I find myself telling him. "My 'friend' Craig thought it would be a good idea to phone them up."
"So you told this Craig then?" He gathers and I shake my head.
"Nope, I just got off with his boyfriend." I shrug and he raises his eyebrows, looking quite impressed. "The whole thing is just a circle of me fucking up and Chinese whispers. My friend Kenny clocked it the other week, someone... Wrote stuff on my lockers, the only person who doesn't know is... Well, Stan."
"You've lost me." He narrows his eyes and I realise how much I've babbled on. He seems genuinely interested, like he really cares. More so than anyone else I've told and I've known this Noah guy ten minutes. "Stan is?"
"Well..." A lump forms in my throat. Why did I have to mention Stan? "Stan's my old best friend... I suppose he still is now but he has his own baggage and it's all a big mess. We're still close, but yeah, he was my best friend for years and now-"
"You've fallen for him." He finishes my sentence and my eyes widen. I cough, awkwardly. What was wrong with me? Here I was, at a gay club, with an attractive guy who was actually interested in talking to me and all I could bang on about was Stan fucking Marsh. "It's okay, we've all been there. That's how a lot of us realise."
"So you did as well?" I question him.
"Zak McKenzie." He reminisces. "Star quarterback. I was friends with him about two months before I realised, it wasn't just friendship. I wanted to be around him all the time, I was what I thought was happy when I was with him. He gave me butterflies, he made me nervous... Then he got a girlfriend, a girl I actually encouraged him to be with to cover up how I felt. It broke my heart, I realised he would never feel the same way, he was as straight as they come."
"That's like Stan, except he has this girlfriend; Wendy, they've been together literally since elementary school." I explain, it felt less painful explaining it to him, maybe because he knew exactly how it felt. I was talking to someone who understood the pain and the hurt I had experienced these past few months. Someone who was making it better by the second. "They've broken up a few times but yeah, they're pretty strong. She's not very well at the moment either... So, I've figured I need to stop dreaming and try to move on... I suppose that's why I'm here."
"It's the best thing you can do." He assures me. "Just keep yourself busy, move on the best you can, focus on other things and eventually the pain will melt away. You'll forget about him, if you can allow him to forget about you."
"You mean, cut him out?" I frown, thinking of a life without Stan, it's all I can remember.
"High school senior?" He guesses again and I nod. "What college you going off to?"
"Colorado state, hopefully." I inform him. "Stan's going to Tufts and Wendy's hoping to go to Harvard so... They'll be close by, opposite side of the states to me though."
"She's intelligent then?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Oh yes." I scoff slightly. "Problem is, I don't know how badly her grades are gonna be affected by her illness."
"I gathered when you said she was sick that she had the flu or something." Noah says. "Is it more serious than that?"
"Cancer." I reply, bluntly and he looks shocked again, choking on his drink.
"Oh... Is she okay? I mean is she going to recover?" His eyes widen.
"Yeah, she had an operation a few days ago and it was successful so." I nod, managing a smile. I was so happy Wendy was alright and that she was going to recover, cancer was something I wouldn't wish upon anyone, ever, regardless of anything.
"That's good news then." He looks at me with a look of concern, before noticing I had finished my drink and turning to the barman. "Hey, Sam, another two of the same over here please."
"You know everyone's name here then?" I laugh.
"Yeah, apart from yours." He says, smoothly and I suddenly feel embarrassed. Shit, my name, I forgot that part.
"Oh... Sorry, it's Kyle." I splutter and he lets out a slight laugh, which makes me melt slightly inside as we're passed our drinks and I fumble in my pocket for another two dollars.
"Put that away, I'm getting these." Noah orders, flashing me a cheeky smile and handing over the money to Sam. "I meant to get you your first one but you beat me to it."
"Well now I owe you a drink." I shrug, without thinking and take an awkward sip from my bottle.
"I guess you do." He winks. "You'll have to buy me one sometime."
"Sometime?" I look up, suddenly, preventing myself from spraying him with my latest mouthful of cola.
"Yeah, will you be here next week?" He shoots me a hopeful look. My lack of response and dreamy gaze leads him to speak again. "Hey? Sam, you have a pen?" Sam chucks him one whilst socialising with another customer and Noah automatically pulls my arm towards him. His touch on my hand makes me flinch slightly and he immediately removes it, perhaps looking a little nervous himself for the first time. But all the same, he proceeds to jot down what seems to be his phone number on my arm. "Hey, I'd roll your shirt sleeves down when you get home though, bet your mother would ground you longer for that." He smiles, the cocky but flirtatious look on his face sending a wave of excitement through my body.
"Suppose, yeah." I speak slowly, but cooly, knowing that if I said too much I would mess up the chemistry that for some reason was going on right here. I keep my arm on the table for a few seconds, before using the other one to confidently grab the pen and write down my number on his arm. I can feel his gaze on my head as I do so. I had removed my hat for this event and my almost blonde locks felt like they were returning to my fiery red ones from the intensity of it. They lightened in the summer and thankfully remained that way a lot of the time, with just a tint of strawberry blonde incorporated.
"You were faster at returning that then you were your name." He licks his lips slightly, glancing down at where our arms remained on the surface of the bar, our fingers inches away from one another. "Should I feel honoured?"
"Definitely." I laugh and his fingers edge closer to mine. A spark of nerves shoot through me as our fingers interlink. He rubs his thumb softly over the flesh on the back of my hand, creating a tingly sensation before it stops on top of mine.
Fuck.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt scared but excited, I felt nervous but comfortable. He was making all my emotions collide and mix up inside my head, but in a good way, and there was only one other person who had ever been able to do that, and that was Stan.
Stan PoV
I get home, collapsing on the couch and throwing the bag of ice cream and candy down on the floor. I try to understand what I had seen about an hour previous to this. How did I have no clue? I pull up my Google search history again, just to double check I was certain.
Dance East
Gay Club, Bar.
Denver, Colorado.
Gay club... Why had Kyle been going into a gay club? I was beyond confused, it had definitely been him, he hadn't had his hat on but when you've known someone all your life, you knew it was them, even if it was peering out from round the back of Walmart. I'm suddenly desperate to tell someone. I wasn't one to gossip, especially about things like this, but I felt guilty for not being there for Kyle if this was true. Of course it was true... It all made sense now; the locker, the weird behaviour, the lack of girlfriends, the virginity.
"Where've you been?" Kenny comes in, passing me a bottle of sparkling water, which I give him a weird look for. "Bebe's removed all alcohol from the refrigerator. Wendy's asleep by the way."
"I had three beers in there!" I exclaim and he shrugs, opening the cap and taking a dissatisfied gulp from it. "Anyway, I need to talk to you."
"You're pregnant?" He points at me, joking around but the serious look on my face shuts him up. "...So what do you need to talk about?"
"Kyle." I say, bluntly and he frowns for a second. "Our friend."
"Ohh! Yeah... Okay why do we have to talk about Kyle?" He asks, opening a bag of chips that I'd just bought for Wendy.
"I've just seen him, outside a gay club..." I reveal and the look on his face is surprisingly unfazed, as he munches on the potato chips. "Then he went into the gay club... And stayed in the gay club."
"...Right." He says, slowly and shiftily. "I mean... Wow, oh... Really?"
"You already knew?" A look of realisation fills my face. "How?"
"He told me..." He trails off, looking slightly awkward. "Well... I guessed."
"Why didn't he tell me?" I am disheartened by this. Kyle had told me everything since we were little. Granted, we had distanced a lot recently and I hadn't been there for him as much, but still...
"For a very appropriate reason." Kenny scoffs slightly, leaning back in his seat.
"...Which is?" I prompt, pulling him out of his daze.
"Oh... Nothing." He shakes his head, clearly not taking this situation seriously.
"Kenny!" I yell.
"Shh! You'll wake Wendy!" He responds.
"Kenny!" I pester.
"No!" He argues.
"Tell me!" I continue.
"He's in love with you! That's why!" He blurts out, immediately covering his mouth in shock. It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in, before the shock hits me as well, but ten times harder.
"What?" I splutter, beginning to laugh and he throws the bag of chips down onto the floor, causing them to spill out over the carpet. "Kenny... You're insane..." I take in the expression on his face and realise he isn't joking. My heart is pounding in my chest and I have so many questions they all muddle into one. "...How?"
"I really think you should discuss this with Kyle." Kenny waves his hand, looking uncomfortable.
"No, I think you should discuss this with me right now!" I practically yell. "How long? Why now? What... I'm so... What?"
"I don't know." Kenny shakes his head, staring at the floor.
"Tell me!" I shout at him, the frustration and confusion making me angry.
"I don't know Stan!" He bellows and the room falls silent, he was serious, I could tell. He also seemed suddenly deprived of drink and was fidgeting with his hands in an effort to fight the cold turkey. "I don't know, and that's the truth. I don't think anyone really knows. The only person who can tell you that, is Kyle."
Cartman PoV
There was only one way to sort this out. We all needed to be clear with one another now, too many secrets were flying around. A year ago we were just as tight as we had always been, I wanted that back, I would give anything for it. Except for Kyle, but I suppose he could be invited along. After all, a tiny part of me, deep, deep down in my bitter soul might feel sorry for him... Actually no, I just wanted him to come for the banter.
To: stxn_the_man, testaburgerw, underthehood, beautyqueenbebe, kylethepaladin123
Cc/Bcc, From: cartmanbrahofficial
Subject: Meeting
Dear friends (and Kyle),
I've reserved therapy room E at Hells Pass hospital on Friday at 2pm. Stan and I would all like you to be there, it's very important and since he has done fuck all the past week even though originally it was his idea, I've had to organise it. You'll find out more on Friday, just make sure you're there.
Later,
Cartman.
I glance over the freshly typed email one more time before pressing send. This would be an interesting event.
Bebe PoV
I wake up in a particularly uncomfortable position, due to a large kicking sensation in my tummy. I groan before realising Wendy was asleep in the bed next to me, with Kenny lying in a sleeping bag on the floor of her bedroom, but Stan's was empty. Wendy's parents didn't seem to care one bit that they had suddenly inherited three more teenagers into their household.
I attempt to role over, but the weight from the stomach was weighing me down as if I was a stranded turtle. So instead, I reach for my phone, a notification already on the home screen.
00:00
My Pregnancy App
3 weeks until due date
Your baby is now fully formed and is the shape of a small watermelon.
Fucking fantastic.
A small watermelon. In three weeks time, I'll be pushing a watermelon out of my vagina. That's really started my morning off with a big bang.
I type my passcode in and noticing I have no text messages, snapchats or voicemails, I go straight to my email. It didn't surprise me anymore. A year ago though if it had been this way I would have kicked off about the fact no one had tried to contact me.
Mailboxes All Inboxes Edit
• Kenny McCormick
Pregnancy stuff
Found some more info that you might want to
look through, there's also some stuff on...
• Hells Pass Hospital
Upcoming 36 week scan
Dear Miss Bebe Stevens,
Just a notification to remind you of your...
• Eric Cartman
Meeting
Dear friends (and Kyle),
I've reserved therapy room E at Hells Pass...
• OMG Fashion
(No subject)
Ready for the summer? Browse our
new range of summer tank tops in the brand...
I groan, scanning Kenny's email about nutrition and exercise at 36 weeks. I delete the fashion email without even opening it, there was no chance I'd be fitting into any summer tank tops anytime soon. Proceeding to open the email from the hospital, I notice the one below it. Eric Cartman? Why was Cartman emailing me?
To: stxn_the_man, testaburgerw, underthehood, beautyqueenbebe, kylethepaladin123
Cc/Bcc, From: cartmanbrahofficial
Subject: Meeting
Dear friends (and Kyle),
I've reserved therapy room E at Hells Pass hospital on Friday at 2pm. Stan and I would all like you to be there, it's very important and since he has done fuck all the past week even though originally it was his idea, I've had to organise it. You'll find out more on Friday, just make sure you're there.
Later,
Cartman.
"Meeting?" I suddenly say out loud and Kenny stirs slightly, opening his eyes and tilting his head to see I was awake.
"Morning to you too babe, how's my son today?" He smiles in a croaky voice, which if I wasn't so confused, I would find adorable.
"I said meeting." I correct him, pointing to my phone. "Cartman's sent it to all of us."
"Who's all of us?" I notice Wendy yawn and grumble slightly, making me feel bad for waking her.
"Me, you two, Stan and Kyle." I frown, scanning the email. "It says he's reserved therapy room E for Friday."
"What's therapy room E?" Kenny scoffs and I look at him, noticing the sweat lining his brow. He was trying so hard not to have a drink for mine and he baby's sakes, but I could see it was taking its toll on him.
"It's in Hells Pass." Wendy explains, rolling over. "It's the room that the doctors used to tell my parents I had breast cancer."
"...Cheery." Kenny mutters. "Why does Eric Cartman want us to go there?"
"Probably some set up for his morning announcements." Wendy groans. "I won't be attending."
"He doesn't do the morning announcements anymore, he 'resigned'." Kenny uses his fingers to create air quotations in order to mock him.
"Woah you might want to rethink that, Wendy." I ignore Kenny and read the email again. "Stan and I would all like you to be there, it's very important and since he has done fuck all the past week even though originally it was his idea, I've had to organise it."
"Stan?" Wendy frowns. "Why has Stan been teaming up with Cartman?"
"Speaking of which..." Kenny speaks up. "Where is Stan?"
Stan PoV
I practically march down the corridors of South Park High. Our year were still on study leave, so there was no one around to really socialise with, not that it was my priority. I peer into the hall as I walk past and see a group of Juniors sitting their end of year exams now we were off, before taking a left and coming face to face with the principal's door. I had no clue what I was going to say, I was just aware I had woken up at 7am and driven straight here.
"Come in." I hear Principal Victoria say after I pound on the door. I push it open, and automatically take a seat in front of her desk. She continues to scribble something down on her paper before peering up at me over her glasses. "Stan Marsh, what can I do for you?"
"Prom." I pronounce the word clearly and rather aggressively, which causes her to blink a few times before taking her cue to talk again.
"Well if you wanted me to be your date..." She laughs slightly at her own joke, which doesn't amuse me. "I would have thought you'd be taking Wendy?"
"I would have thought that too." I respond, bluntly. "But I can't, because she has her final round of chemotherapy that day, fingers crossed."
"Oh gosh, that's awful." She suddenly looks bad about laughing previously to this. The school had only been informed a few weeks back of Wendy's condition and it had come to a shock to them as well. She was their highest achieving student, which was probably more of a disappointment to them, the selfish idiots. "I'm really sorry Stan. She can still make the prom in the evening though, can't she?"
"No. It's an overnight stay." I explain and she fumbles with the zipper on her pencil case awkwardly. "She's gonna be suffering from sickness and they have to keep her in for tests."
"Oh, the poor thing, she was really looking forward to it as well." She sighs, sympathetically, waiting a few seconds before broaching the next question. "So have you come to refund her ticket?"
"...What?" I virtually splutter, having to replay her question through my head a few times to properly process it. "...Refund her ticket? She's got breast cancer, she's just had a major operation... And you think she cares about the thirty dollar ticket for prom? She wants to go to prom! She's waited for it her whole life, so no, I don't want to refund her fucking ticket!"
"Ok, calm down." She hushes me, looking taken aback, which aggravates me further. "I'm sorry Stan, but I really don't think there's anything I can-"
"Move it!" I yell, slamming my fist on the table. I was more angry than I thought I was, but from the bombshell Kenny dropped on me last night and from the two weeks I had spent at the side of Wendy's hospital bed, I had a lot of stress built up.
"I... I can't move it, Stan." She stutters. "The venue is booked, students have hired transport for that date, hair and make-up appointments, there's no way we could move it at such short notice."
"And that's important?" I virtually spit at her. "Wendy wants to go to this prom, so move it!"
"Bottom line is Stan, is a prom really that important to her?" She speaks calmly. "It's just a party, surely her overcoming cancer comes first."
"Well of course it comes first!" I bang my fist on the table again. "But she's been to hell and back the last few months, she deserves to have a night which she can actually enjoy. Please, I'm begging you, please just think about it."
"...It's not going to happen Stan." She sighs, a look of upset and sympathy in her expression. "I really can't move it, not when it's in a few weeks. It would cost a fortune and everything would have to be rearranged. I'm so sorry, I really am."
"Yeah. Course you are." I nod, pushing tears back as I kick the chair in anger and storm out of the door, full of rage as I pelt down the corridors. I pass Kyle's locker and give it another sharp kick, and again, and again. It creates a harsh dent in the graffiti smeared door.
He could go to hell, they could all go to hell. The only person who mattered to me right now, was Wendy.
Please leave a review and let me know what you thought of this chapter and if you like this idea of Kyle (partly inspired by the character of Aaron in Emmerdale) meeting Noah. I'm not too into OTP's, the only one I've created and used as a central character was Hope in Everything Changes but obviously let me know whether you want that plotline continued or not, there can be two different outcomes! Thanks again and please review. H x