Ch. 7
Alright, here's the final chapter. Sorry it took me so long. I tried not to rush it so it wouldn't suck so badly and this is what I came up with. WARNING: EMO ALERT! Ha ha... yah… I hope you enjoy it :D Please, if you review this, no trashing!
"Dammit! Where were you guys?" asked Cartman to Stan as they ate supper in the hotel's dining room. "Where's Jewboy? You guys missed the best fucking haunted house ride ever! There was, um, this one part, oh man, it was so awesome! This ghost popped out, I was so scared!"
"That's… just great…" replied Stan gloomily as he pushed his food around his place with a fork.
Kenny and Cartman exchanged glances.
"Dude," asked Kenny, "where is Kyle?"
"I donno…" replied Stan with a shrug, not taking his eyes off his plate. "We got into a fight and he walked off. He tried to apologize to me and I freaked out at him."
"Awww, just when you fags seemed like you were making up!"
"Dude! Shut up Cartman! Anyway… we'll be fine. I just want him to know what I've been feeling for the past few months. I'll talk to him later or something."
"Gee, I hope everything works out Stan," said Butters as he took a seat next to Cartman. "Boy I sure hate seeing you guys like this."
"Me too Butters…" said Stan.
"Me too…" said Kenny, "I miss hanging out with him."
"Me too…" confessed Cartman with a sigh. "I miss ripping on the little pecker… it's no fun when he doesn't fight back."
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After their dinner they boarded the bus and drove to the Broadway show. Kyle didn't show up for that either. Stan sat there, listening to some play by Shakespeare but unable to concentrate on what was going on. The scene in the park kept playing back over and over again in his mind. How sad Kyle looked when he shot him down. He felt horrible and wondered if he'd done the right thing.
'I did… didn't I?' thought Stan to himself. 'I did the right thing… he needed to know how I felt… what he did to me, to all of us, is inexcusable. Why do I feel so shitty then?'
Stan knew why, even though he was totally pissed at Kyle, he was still his best friend and he still loved him.
'Fuck!! Why can't this stupid play be over faster? Everyone just dies at the end anyway and it's not like most of us know what's going on… Kyle would… fuck! Okay, I'll just talk to him when we get back and everything will be cool between us.'
Kenny looked over at Stan who was sitting in the between him and Cartman and noticed that he was squirming and fidgeting around in his seat.
"Dude?" asked Kenny. "Dude, are you okay? Your ass itchy or something?"
"No!" whispered Stan harshly. "My ass isn't itchy!"
"Then why the fuck are you moving around so much?"
"Because…" Stan sighed, "I think I made a mistake. I should have just accepted Kyle's apology and moved on. But instead I got all pissed off and made everything worse. I need to get back to the hotel and talk to him."
"Shut up ass hole!" said Cartman cutting in. "I'm trying to listen to the fucking play!"
"You don't even know what's going on Cartman!" shot Stan.
"Yah I do so!"
"Fine, then what's going on?"
"Um… that one dude is like all pissed off at the um… the other dude because of some chick or something…"
"…"
"Screw you hippie!"
"It'll be over soon Stan." Kenny assured him. "It's almost over, like 20 minutes or something."
"Good," said Cartman, "I gotta take a dump."
--
"Man that sucked balls!" groaned Kenny as they dragged themselves back into their hotel room. "I'm talking like 1000 old man balls right here!"
"20 minutes my ass Kenny," complained Stan. "Jesus, I thought it would never end."
"Looks like Kosher boy's here," stated Cartman. "His shoes are on the floor."
"Must be in the bathroom," mumbled Stan.
"Well could you kindly ask your boyfriend to get out Stan? I have to drop some bombs… real bad. It's gunna be Pearl Harbor all over again, I'm seriously."
Stan rolled his eyes at Cartman's comment, although he did wish that the boyfriend part was true. He went over to the bathroom door and gently knocked.
"Ky?" he asked timidly. We're back… um… would it be possible for Cartman to get in there before he shits his pants?"
No answer, Stan sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry I blew up earlier, I was just pissed off. We can talk later okay? But right now Fatass needs to get in there, seriously, before he gases us to death."
"Go away Stan…" mumbled Kyle from behind the door.
"Goddammit Kyle!" yelled Stan getting annoyed. "Get out of there!"
"NO!"
"Pft, fuck you guys then," declared Cartman as he picked up a magazine and headed for the door. "I'll be next door punishing Craig, Token, Butters and Clyde's bathroom."
Even after Cartman left Stan was annoyed and decided that he wasn't going to stop until Kyle was out of the washroom. Kenny didn't seem to pay too much attention. He plopped himself down on his and Kyle's bed and started flipping through the TV channels.
"Dude, I'm gunna break this door down!" continued Stan. "I'm serious! If you aren't out in three seconds I'm coming in!"
"…"
"1…2…3!"
Stan took a few steps back and then flung himself at the door. He landed on the floor with a grunt, his shoulder throbbing.
"Weak…" he grumbled.
Stan stood back up and attempted again… nothing. After the fifth time of Stan flinging himself at the bathroom door he finally managed to put enough force into his body and the door flew open. Stan stood there for a second as the stars he was seeing subsided and then looked at Kyle and his eyes went wide.
"K-Kyle!?"
Before him was his best-friend, sitting on the edge of the tub, cutting himself with a razor. Stan looked up Kyle's arm, noticing some older scars and also some noticeable new ones. His blue eyes made their way to Kyle's green ones. Kyle quickly looked away, ashamed. Stan slammed and locked the bathroom door before grabbing the razor from Kyle's hand and throwing it in the garbage can.
"What the fuck dude?!" yelled Stan in anger.
"I…I," whispered Kyle, not able to get the words out.
"Arg!!" yelled Stan as he pushed Kyle, he fell backwards landing in the tub with a loud 'clunk'.
"What the fuck?!" repeated Stan.
"It hurts Stan," replied Kyle as a tear fell down his cheek. "This makes the pain go away."
"Pain?? The pain of what? Dude, what the hell is your problem?"
"Like I've told you before… it's nothing to concern yourself with."
"Well now it is Captain Cutter! How long have you been doing this?"
"S-since the beginning of last summer, maybe before."
"Why?!"
"…"
"Why damn you!"
"I can't take the stress Stan! I'll go home with a 90 on a test or project, happy, and my mom will shit bricks at me! The pressure to get into somewhere like Oxford or Harvard is unbearable! And then there's…"
"There's what?"
"N-nothing…"
"No! This has to do with more than just grades and your mom. You used to bitch about this shit all the time without self mutilation and being all emo and Goth. What's really going on dude! What…is…your…PROBLEM!?"
"YOU!" screamed Kyle.
"W-what?" asked Stan in a whisper, not really understanding.
"I'm gay, Stan, okay? Are you happy? It's out. You have to go around with your fucking football uniform and black hair… I like you Stan. I couldn't deal with that, with liking my best friend. How would you take it? You'd fucking hate me! You will! So I resorted to not talking to you, cutting, drugs, all that shit just to take my mind off of everything. Then a few weeks ago, after that party, I realized I couldn't live without you, even if it meant us being 'just friends'."
Kyle slowly got out of the tub and went over to the sink to clean his cuts, they weren't that deep. As he kept talking, more and more tears fell.
"I fucking hate this," he sobbed. "You just mean so much to me and I know you don't feel the same way back. Why do I have to have feelings for you? Why the fuck do I have to like you for? Why!?"
"You should have just told me Kyle," said Stan, angry. "Cutting and rebelling hasn't gotten you anywhere!"
"Whatever," mumbled Kyle, not even bothering to look at Stan. He turned the water off and put his sleeve back down.
"ARG!" yelled Stan in frustration.
He grabbed Kyle's arms and shoved him against the back of the bathroom door. Kyle winced in pain, not really comprehending what Stan was doing.
"Fuck you Kyle! Is this what you want? Huh?!"
Stan lent forward and forcefully kissed his best-friend. He was pissed off, upset and in Heaven all at the same time. Kyle's eyes widened, he didn't dare to move. Stan removed himself after what seemed like an eternity and slammed his fist into the fall.
"Fuck you Kyle Broflovski! Fucking Jew!"
Stan pushed Kyle out of the way and then ran out of the hotel room. Kyle stood there, dumbfounded, trying to grasp what had just happened. After a few moments his head stopped spinning and he shuffled out of the bathroom to see a very surprised Kenny staring at him from the bed.
"Dude!?" he exclaimed. "What the hell just happened?"
"I…I…"
"Well?"
"Well, I guess I should just tell you everything I just told Stan… please don't kick my ass though…
--
30 seconds later…
"… and yah… that's pretty much it…"
"Wow…" said Kenny in shock. "I never knew you had feelings for Stan… I mean… well I kinda always thought you two would end up gay together but still, wow…"
"What? What do you mean thought we would end up gay together?"
"Well you know, just the way you're always around each other and look at each other and stuff… plus the fact that Stan may or may not have told me he liked you when we all got super drunk last summer at Token's birthday party…"
"WHAT?!"
"Hmm, probably shouldn't have said anything…"
"Why didn't you tell me this?? This could have saved us months of being totally pissed off!"
"Well how the hell was I supposed to know you'd go all emo and Goth on our asses? Plus I didn't want to go spurting out his secrets to the entire world… he doesn't even know I know, I never brought it up. I sort of just let it go and figured he'd tell you on his own time."
"…"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you gunna go find him or something? Talk to him?"
"You think I should?"
"Uh duh??"
"Yah, you're right. Thank's Kenny, I'm going to get dressed first though. These clothes aren't really me."
Kyle quickly grabbed some clothes out of his bag and ran to the bathroom. He came out about two minutes later with some jeans and a "Go Cows!" hoodie on. He threw his Goth clothes on the floor, shoved his feet in his pair of Nikes and was just about to run out the door when Kenny stopped him.
"Wait!" he called. "You're forgetting something!"
"What?" asked Kyle confused.
Kenny smiled as he walked over to Kyle. He removed the black ushanka that Kyle had on and replaced it with his old green one.
"There, it suits you better."
Kyle smiled and gave Kenny a small hug, "Thanks dude. I should be back in like an hour. I assume he just went to the park, it's the most logical place at this time of night, I doubt he wandered too far."
As Kyle ran out the door Cartman came back in with a look of confusion on his face.
"Dude!" exclaimed Cartman as he shut the door behind him. "Where the hell is he going and what was all that yelling? Like, the whole fucking floor could hear it!"
"Stan and Kyle got into another fight. Kyle just left to try to find Stan, to talk to him."
"Pft, fags."
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Kyle got out of the hotel and into Central Park within minutes. He was a tad nervous going into the park considering he was alone and it was nighttime, he had heard some not very awesome stories.
'Fuck, I should have brought a flashlight or something… where the hell is he?'
Kyle was starting to get worried as he walked quickly by the beautiful surroundings, not even bothering to notice. Just as he was about to turn around and run back to the hotel he spotted a figure sitting on a bench near a fairly large pond, it was Stan.
'Thank God!'
Kyle was nervous, he was afraid of Stan blowing up again. He stood there for a moment, looking at the figure who had his head in his hands and was staring at the ground. Kyle sighed, bit his lip and then slowly walked over.
"Stan?" he asked timidly as he came to stand in front of him.
"What?" replied Stan, not looking up at him.
"I'm sorry…" said Kyle as he took a seat next to him. "I didn't mean to piss you off so much and I should have just told you. I didn't mean to make it sound like this was your fault I was cutting and rebelling because it's not your fault, it's mine. I'm the one who couldn't handle everything."
"… You hurt me…"
"I know… but I don't know what else to do. I can't take back all the shit I put you through… I really wish I could though. Please forgive me."
After a moment Stan sat up straight and looked into Kyle's eyes, longing in them. He didn't have to say anything, Kyle knew what he wanted. He put his hand on Stan's cheek and gently kissed him. Stan let out a soft moan of approval and wrapped his arms around Kyle's waste. After a few seconds Stan pulled away.
"What?" asked Kyle, worried.
"You look like you again," said Stan with a smile, "except for one thing."
Kyle looked confused for a second and then the light bulb went on in his head. Kyle quickly removed his lip ring and tossed it over his shoulder, the two smiled at each other.
"That's better," said Stan after kissing Kyle again, "totally back to normal now. Hey, sorry about that Jew comment earlier, I-"
"Let's just forget all the shit okay? It's in the past. We have our future to look forward to now."
"You're right… I love you Kyle."
"I love you too Stan. Now lets get back to the hotel room before we get mugged or something."
"Haha, sounds good. Hey, I bet you 10 that Cartman's gunna want to switch beds now."
"Sounds about right. I can't wait to see the expression of the fatass's face when we tell him about us. He's gunna be shitting bricks!"
"Pft, whatever. I don't give two shits what Cartman thinks. It's nothing we should be concerning ourselves with."
"Right, he can go screw himself"
"Totally."
END
Yup, so I've descovered that endings are super hard. I tried thinking of one for awhile and that's what I came up with. I probably could have made this chapter into two chapters but I didn't really know where to cut it off. I hope you enjoyed the story :) I'll try to think of good one to put up soon!