IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Twenty
STAN'S P.O.V
When I woke up, I ached all over. I was freezing cold and shivering like hell. But there was one warm spot, dead in the centre of my stomach.
I tried to move my left arm, but a sickening pain shot through it and I got the picture that it wasn't a good idea. I tried my right and that seemed fine, so I reached down and touched the object on my stomach.
It was a hand.
I turned my head to see Kyle lying beside me, like always. At my movement, his eyes shot open, glowing in the dim light shining through our bedroom window.
"Stan...? Stan!" He grinned, looking happier than I'd ever seen him in my life.
"Kyle?" At the sight of his face, memories were flooding back to me. I ran away from him. He yelled for me to stop...
A car.
Suddenly my aching body made a lot more sense.
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"You were hit by a car. Oh, Stan! It was all my fault! I shouldn't have yelled! It's just..." Kyle trailed off.
"What?" I asked, desperate. I remembered why I had run. The hurt in his voice when he screamed my name. He needed to tell me something, and I knew it was something I had to hear.
"I just needed you to know that it wasn't what you thought." He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
I nodded. "What was it then?"
"Honestly?" Kyle gave me a sarcastic smile. "I was in Kenny's room talking about how much I love you."
My next words stuck in my throat and I had to swallow a few times before I could form words.
"Y-You were?" I croaked.
Kyle just nodded. "When you told me you loved me I was...I was really, really happy. And then you were so mad and I didn't even know why."
"How did you find out?"
"Eric." We said together, and smiled. Eric knew everything.
"Kyle." I was choked up, trying to force the tears back behind my lids by blinking rapidly. It didn't work. They just fell faster.
"Yeah, Stan?"
"I love you." My voice shook with nerves.
"I...I love you too." Kyle smiled through his tears.
I sighed in relief, turning to look up at the ceiling.
"Kiss me." I told him.
"Huh?" Kyle grunted, shocked.
"Kiss me!" I ordered. "I need you to kiss me!"
Kyle's face appeared above me. His tears fell onto my face as he leaned down, and planted the gentlest of kisses on my lips.
KENNY'S P.O.V-AROUND THE SAME TIME
It was like I'd passed out on my feet. I had no idea how long I'd been stood out there, staring at our bedroom door, but it was a hell of a long time. And still Butters was pacing around, muttering to himself.
I guess I just had to go in there and face him.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
The room was dark, Butters standing at the window. When I entered, he turned.
"Kenny." He said.
"Butters." I couldn't stop love coating my voice like honey.
"I went to the store. To help me."
I nodded. I'd let him babble now, and ask questions later.
"I got this." He held up a tiny box. In the light from the window, I saw a tiny picture of Eric on the front.
"It's one on those lucky dip things." Butters explained. I nodded some more. Then I realized what he was saying. I felt sick. Really sick. What were the odds...?
"And?" I asked, my voice cracking.
Butters reached his forefinger and thumb into the box and pulled out a keychain. Slowly, he withdrew it's attachment.
Holding up the tiny figure in the light, Butters' face paled as he watched my face.
It was small, round-headed figure wearing a bright orange parka.
I walked towards him. Butters dropped the tiny figure onto the carpet and hopped up into my waiting arms.
I looked into his eyes for just one second before lowering him onto our bed and ravishing him with kisses all over his sweet little face.
"I love you Kenny. I'm sorry."
"Shhh..." I told him lovingly, stroking his cheek. "I love you too Butters."
He looked overjoyed, to say the leased. And I'm glad to say that I finally kissed his sweet little mouth that night.
The odds of him getting me in his box?
One out of one hundred.