Stan awoke from his sleep and rubbed his sore eyes. Blinking a few times, he moved his hand over to grab his phone. He quickly remembered what happened last night and swore quietly to himself. The sleep was nice, because he didn't have to deal with any of his problems. It was the weekend now and he has nothing to do, so he drifted off to sleep again, leaving his problems behind. After some extra hours of sleep he was forced awake by his mom and go downstairs to eat.
Stan didn't feel hungry in the slightest way nor did he want his parents to start a conversation with him. Ignoring them the best he could, he grabbed a cheap brand of cereal and milk. Sitting down at the table he began to pour it. Then he noticed his sister walk down the stairs.
"Oh my god Stan! That's my cereal, you can't eat it," she yelled at him.
"What are you like, seven? It doesn't matter. Mom can buy more," Stan replied back to her not waiting to deal with her, it was just fucking cereal.
"Screw you, Stan," Shelly said back to him, which Stan just moved his hand in acknowledgment. "Oh, what? Cat got your tongue?" She taunted him.
"No, I'm not going to argue with you about stupid cereal," Stan said back. He quickly finished up it up before she could speak again, hoping she would leave him be.
Stan got up to put the bowl in the sink when he heard his sister whisper under her breath," Whatever asshole."
"Go fuck yourself Shelly," Stan said out loud to her. She just stared him surprised by his response.
"Stan!" He heard his dad yell from the other room. Their father rushed into the kitchen. "Apologize for what you said to your sister!"
"Hell no, she deserved it," he said back to his dad.
"No I didn't! I was minding my own business then he just yelled at me," Shelly butted in.
"Liar," Stan called out.
"Stan, apologize," his dad spoke again.
"No," Stan said again standing his ground. He was done apologizing to people for things they started. He was a nice person most of the time, if he didn't want to say sorry this time if he didn't have to.
"Stanley, go to your room," his father demanded him.
"Don't worry, I didn't plan to go anywhere else," Stan yelled back and walking back upstairs to his room. Normally Stan wouldn't yell back at his sister or argue with his dad, but today was different. He had just lost his best friend and his cellphone. Which he did plan on telling his parents today that he lost it, but that was out of the question now. His parents would just yell at him again and probably make him pay for his own phone. Stan gave out a sigh, he wished was able to go over to Kyle's and pour his heart out, but that could never happen now. Stan felt like he ruined everything.
Kyle was in his room with the window shade shut and the lights off. He was wide awake but didn't want to get up. Inside he felt like a total dick and wish he could make it up to Stan, but he couldn't think of any way to do it. At least when Ike came out he was silent, then when his best friend did it, he just had to keep talking. Kyle didn't feel disgusted or repulsed, he felt pretty content with it. The problem is that it always catches him off guard which is his weak spot.
He sent a text to Stan asking if they could hang out or just talk. Kyle waited for a response, but gave up fast knowing Stan probably didn't want to talk to him. He got up and finally left his room to go to the bathroom. His eyes blacked and adjusted to the light of the house. He noticed Ike's door was open which quickly made him realize that he could talk to his brother about this. After using the bathroom, he knocked on the door frame to Ike's room to get his attention.
"Yo," Ike said looking up from his hand held game he was playing on his bed.
"Can I talk to you about something?" Kyle asked nervously. He didn't want Ike getting the wrong idea from this.
"I guess, what is it?" Ike replied back. Kyle walked in and closed the door and grabbed Ike's desk chair and sat in it. "Great, one of these something's, huh?"
"Don't worry it's not that bad. In a way," Kyle started, his younger brother didn't speak up so he knew to continue. "Well, uh, I don't know how to start with this. So you know my friend Stan? He was over the other day and he told me he is also gay." Ike nodded in understanding.
"Is that what you two were yelling about?" Ike asked.
Kyle felt his face blush, he didn't realize they were talking that loud. "Yeah," Kyle admitted, "Because I'm stupid and blew up at him for it! I didn't want to, I support him, and it just threw me for a loop."
"Does he know that? If you yell at someone for being who they are and not apologize that doesn't go over well. He's probably really hurt Kyle, I know he's like your best friend." Kyle felt the pain in his heart as his brother spoke. It was all true, he should have apologized sooner.
"Shit, everything is messed up now," Kyle spoke again, but then he remembered. Stan had kissed him, which meant Stan must have feelings for Kyle. He wasn't going to bring this up with his brother right now. He would support Kyle fully if Kyle liked him back, but Kyle didn't know if he liked his friend or not.
"Kyle, you have to tell him you're sorry. He might not accept it, but at least you are trying," Ike said again. Ike didn't know what to tell his brother. Some of his friends at school didn't support him fully when he came out and now they aren't friends. Ike was sad about losing them, but his closest friends stayed. He felt bad for Stan that his best friend had to do that. Ike wasn't mad at Kyle, he just wished he'd done something else.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll try and see if he wants to talk, though he hasn't been texting me back. Either way, thanks for the help Ike," he said leaving his brother's room deep in thought.
"Well, now you know to be nicer next time," Ike called out of his room. Kyle agreed with his brother, he had to be a lot nicer to Stan when he saw him. He got out his cellphone again to text Stan.
Hey im really sorry bro! Can we please talk sometime here soon, im just so sorry for everything ):
Kyle wasn't sure how well a text would work, but it was worth the try. In the next few days in school Kyle would smile over to Stan, but he would never reciprocate the smile. Kyle knew at this point knew Stan was ignoring him and he couldn't handle it anymore.
Stan felt as if Kyle was just taunting him. He didn't know how to feel about what was going on. He could tell his friend was trying to be friendly, but Stan didn't feel the same. It didn't feel right just letting him get away with it. Stan felt like he should be mad at his friend. He wondered if Kyle had texted him over the past week. The idea mad Stan a bit sad because Kyle could be trying, and Stan wasn't helping. One day after school when Stan was heading to his car, Kyle finally talked to him.
"Hey Stan," Kyle spoke.
"Hello Kyle," Stan replied back not knowing to sure what to say or if he even wanted to talk to Kyle.
"Have you, uh, been getting my text? Like, I understand if you are ignoring me. I'm a douchebag and you have good reasons. I just want to know for sure," Kyle said looking sympathy at Stan. Stan gave him the same look back, Kyle had been trying to talk to him. He had been trying to fix what happened. Now Stan realized he was the douchebag.
"Fuck dude, I lost my cellphone. That's my fault, I should have told you. I just thought you mad at me too. When you smiled at me, I thought you were trying to make fun of me or something, I don't know. Sorry dude," Stan poured out to his friend. He felt so bad that Kyle was trying to help, but because Stan couldn't reply to his texts he felt like shit also. "This is just a terrible mess."
"Yeah it is. We have a lot of misinterpretation and not enough talking going on right now. How did you lose your phone?" Kyle asked hoping Stan would finally talk. Stan though, didn't want to explain the whole thing. Last thing he needed was to sound like loser who cries alone, gets mad, and throws his phone in the lake.
"I don't know," Stan answered trying to sound truthful. "I'm pretty sure I'm not going to find it either." Kyle gave him a weird look, but didn't say anything.
"Jew, come on, let's get home," Cartman yelled from the background interrupting them.
"I have to go tend to fat ass, talk to you later Stan. For real this time," Kyle said to his friend as he walked away.
"Of course dude," Stan said back and got into his own car.
"Unlike Cartman, I was willing to let you have a moment with your boyfriend," Kenny kindly said as he got in with Stan.
"Shut up Kenny," Stan laughed at his friend.
Kyle arrived home and opened his front door. When he walked in he smiled to himself. Even though the conversation was short, Kyle felt he and Stan were better now. At least they know they weren't trying to ignore each other. Kyle wished Stan told him what happened to his phone, since you just don't lose it for a week. He also thought he should tell his brother what happened, since it was his idea Kyle should talk to Stan in the first place. Kyle walked upstairs but stopped on the last step at the top and peered over to his brother room. There was talking between two people, and Kyle knew Ike stayed home sick today. So he walked over to the room and looked in.
He saw Ike and Grant sitting on his bed not doing anything, but talking. They both stopped once they saw Kyle standing there, both looked like deer in the headlights.
"Shit, what time is it?" Ike spoke quickly and moved to look at his clock that said 4:03.
"It's that late already? I got to get home before my parents do. See you later Ike!" Grant said directly to his boyfriend. He grabbed his stuff, slid past Kyle standing at the door, and rushed out of the house. Kyle and Ike didn't speak until they heard the door shut.
"You sneak him over often?" Kyle asked with a laugh. He was surprised his brother would sneak someone over, but proud of him at the same time.
"No," Ike answered right away. "Well, maybe. I have to! Mom and dad won't let me see him any other time. So you gotta do what you gotta do."
"Mom and dad are just stupid. I really need to talk to them about that stuff. You should be able to see him. You guys don't seem like you are doing anything bad," Kyle said with a smile.
"You weren't here an hour ago," Ike slyly said.
"I don't even want to know," Kyle said making a fake gagging motion.
"Don't worry, I was only kidding. What about your gay friend, did you talk to him?"
"I did. I think we are on a better note now," Kyle reassured him. "The part though, I didn't tell you was," he trailed off for a moment not knowing how to say it to his brother," Well, he kissed me that same day we argued."
"Oh," Ike said with a lot more interest than before. "Did you kiss him back? Or did it just scare you?"
"Yeah, it scared me, well, surprised me. I couldn't believe it happened. That my best friend would just kiss me like that. I don't know how to feel about it," Kyle said looking down at the floor.
"That happened to me once and look where it got me," Ike laughed, but realized that's not what his brother wanted to hear. "Would you ever want to give him a chance? I understand if you aren't homosexual or anything, but you never really know in my book."
"I don't know. I mean, he's a great guy and means the world to me, but I've always thought of it as a best friend thing. I don't think he'd be bad to date, but it's just how everyone would react."
"That's always the toughest part, but it shows you who your true friends are. If anyone makes fun of you and you stop being their friend it's their lost," Ike finished and Kyle stood there taking it all in. Maybe he should give Stan a chance, what's the worst that could happen? Though having to deal with being called a faggot everyday didn't appeal him that much.
"What should I do then? If I, you know, like like him," Kyle asked with some embarrassment. Deep down Kyle knew he wouldn't be able to ignore Stan's feelings for too long. Maybe it would be nice to date him.
"Well, if you are going to talk like you're in first grade. Write him a note about how you 'like like' him," Ike replied mockingly.
"I like that idea," Kyle said in pep. "I'll right him a love letter. That's pretty gay though, no offence to you or anything," he spoke again feeling a rush go over him. The idea of actually dating Stan was intriguing him. It seemed like the right thing to do at this point, since he knew Stan liked him back.
"No offence to yourself," he corrected his brother and gave him a look.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, that's a great idea."
"Are you seriously going to write him a love letter? I was totally joking dude," Ike laughed again. "Write him an apologetic note if that's what you are going for. It's less subtle that way."
"Fine, fine," Kyle said as he started leaving his brother's room.
"No like likes, okay Kyle?" Ike yelled out mocking his brother.
"No like likes!" Kyle yelled back at him. He simply laughed at himself as he sat down at his desk. Was he really going to do this? He knew Stan would appreciate a meaningful note, especially now since his phone is lost. What did this mean for their relationship though? Was Stan just going to accept Kyle back for what he had done? This started to down Kyle's trail of thought. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but he did want his friend back. He took a deep breath and started to write his note.
The next day at school Kyle felt antsy all day. He couldn't sit still, he was so nervous about what would happen with Stan. Hopefully this would make things better again. It was lunch time and Kyle sat there not speaking. He was so scared he would mess something up. He waited until there was one minute left of lunch to give the note to Stan. When the clock turned Kyle looked over to his best friend.
"Uh, here Stan," he said awkwardly handing Stan the note.
"What's this?" Stan asked starting to open it.
"No, no, no," Kyle stopped him. "Open it in your next class or something." Stan just kept looking at Kyle. The bell rang and Kyle rushed out of the lunch room to his next class. Stan held the note in his hands not knowing what it could be. He walked off to his next class and sat down in his seat not knowing if he really wanted to open it or not. It could say anything really, Kyle could be conveying his hate or even his love for Stan. Might even been some shitty drawing Kyle drew for him, which has happened before. He slowly opened it reading the letter:
Dear Stan Marsh,
Did that sound stupid? It sure did to me, but I'm keeping it. I'm mainly writing this to tell you, I am so sorry. I've never felt so bad about something in my life. You ARE my best friend Stan, and if I didn't have you... I have no idea where I'd be. Probably dead six feet under really, since you have helped me with everything in my life. I know now that when you needed me earlier, and I let you down. Which I let myself down too. I am supportive of you and I'm glad you told me, because I want you to be open with me. I want to be there for you, forever. You should be mad at me and I get if you still are after this, but realize at some point our want our friendship to recover. I also understand that you might have feelings for me, and I don't know how to feel about that myself. I do like you Stan, but I'm not sure in that way. Maybe. I'm just not sure. Do you want to talk about this on the weekend? Like Saturday night? It would be the best for both of us if we did. Sorry if this just seems like bullshit to you, I'm trying to fix things Stan, I want you to be happy. I want US to be happy.
You're loser friend, Kyle Broflovski
All Stan could do was smile at the note. He knew Kyle was trying to fix things and that made him happy. Stan still blamed himself for some of the stuff and was a bit sad about Kyle not feeling the same way. It made sense though, Stan didn't expect him to like him back Though, Kyle did write a maybe. Stan was just ecstatic that they were friends once again. The part at the end stuck in Stan's mind. Kyle wanted them both to happy and to also hang out. Hopefully now everything will be cleared up. After school Stan dashed to find Kyle and talk to him. He waited near the school entrance for his friend.
Kyle started to walk from his locker to leave the school then noticed Stan waiting by the doors. He had mixed feelings inside his body, not knowing how Stan was going to react.
"Uh, hey Stan," Kyle said softly to his friend waiting by the door. Stan though, cut right to the chase and hugged Kyle. This made them both smile knowing they were on good terms completely. "So, is it okay if I come over Saturday, since I'm busy Friday?" Kyle asked. He didn't feel the hug was Stan trying to make a move, he knew they both needed a hug.
"Yes sirree," Stan smiled at his friend. "I'm looking forward to it." Stan fist bumped Kyle.
Their conversation ended quick as their other friends joined in. That night both boys went home feeling better than any other time this month. It was tough for the both of them, but they were glad it was near over now. They were all on good terms and would be hanging out again. Stan though was worried if he upsetting Kyle with all of it still. Kyle did know he had a crush on him, which Stan still had. Stan didn't want to feel forceful and he knew he wasn't doing anything to be forceful, except that time he already kissed Kyle. Other than that, Stan never showed it, but maybe it was better that way. He knew now that flirting with his friend was best left out when they talked.