IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Eight
Stan's P.O.V
I tapped my pen against my teeth, staring at the blank page in front of me. I had promised Nadine I would let her read my diary, so I had to be careful what I wrote from now on. There was nothing I could do about previous entries. I'd have to tell her my homo-erotic dreams were a phase. Even though that phase hadn't quite ended yet...
My eyes strayed to Kyle's diary, lying in plain sight on his desk. When my intentions strayed also, I didn't think before reaching over a picking it up, wondering...
Everyone had heard Kyle yelling at Cartman earlier that morning, but now the apartment was silent. Kenny and Butters were giggling and whispering whilst they lounged on the computer chair, Butters on Kenny's knee. Cartman sat in the kitchen, chomping chips and watching them, an amused smile on his face. Kyle had stormed out of the house after his blow-up and nobody had seen him since.
So, I was alone, with Kyle's diary in my hands.
It was too tempting. I didn't even feel the smallest amount of guilt as I flipped open the book, even though I was basically betraying my best friend's trust...
I stopped flipping when I noticed the most recent entry. Weirdly, it began with the words 'Chapter One'.
"I missed you" Stan whispered, nibbling my ear affectionatly.
"You too." I murmured, concentrating on his hand down my pants more than anything else.
I sighed, pushed back my chair, drew in breath, and yelled.
"Cartmaaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
Cartman's P.O.V
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but stop it!" Kyle had yelled.
I had tried to explain, had told him the web address, but he had shoved on his coat and left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
So I sat in the kitchen and waited for his return. While I waited, I watched Kenny and Butters get chummy on the computer chair. Their eyes were glued to the screen, but occasionally they would break off and stare at eachother, giggling or whispering furiously.
Comfortable, are we?
Suddenly "Cartmaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" Came Stan's voice from his room.
Butters jumped, and Kenny had to wrap his arms around him to stop him falling off his lap. I sighed and got up slowly, strolling through the living room and opening the door to Stan's room.
"What is this?" Stan asked calmly, dangling a green book from his hand.
"I believe that's Kyle's diary?" I asked innocently.
"What did you do to it?" He questioned further.
"Nothing. I can't even get to the thing."
Stan's eyes widened. I could see why. If I was an ordinary seventeen year old boy I would never have been able to plant the stories in their bed, or in Kyles diary. One of the boys was always in the room and guarding the diaries with their very lives...But I was not an ordinary boy, and therefore I had done so with ease.
"You mean...You mean you haven't touched it?" Stan stammered.
"No. I would've, God knows how much I'd want to know all Kyle's dirty little secrets..." I allowed myself a small shiver of pleasure. "But I could never get to it." I made myself stare at the book longingly, as if I hadn't already read it cover to cover. Kyle's homo-erotic dreams were clearly not a phase, as his writings often suggested.
I left Stan nodding dumbly and shut the door.
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Just wanted to comment and say that I have no idea why Stan and Kyle are seemingly gay, because that is not how this was supposed to go...I scare myself with the fact I can't control where this story is going...