A/N: Yeah, this is really unrelated, but I have just watched the last episode of Scrubs, and fuck I'm still crying. I actually can't stop! I love JD so much... I miss him :(

Anyways, enough about Scrubs (Despite how fucking awsome it it, definatly my second favourite TV show ever) and onto the Kyman!

Oh, and thankies sooooooooooooo much for all the reviews! And if Molly Hughes is reading this, I would just like to say an extra big thank you to you for actually reading this, and I must admit, I'm a little shocked that you've started your own South Park fic just because you read this, but heck, why not?

Chapter 14 - - -KYLE POV- - -

Eric was avoiding me at school for the rest of the week.

He had started sitting at Craig's table instead of in his usual seat. He wouldn't talk to me, annoy me, rip on me or anything. It was strange, but had a sense of peace to it. I was confused though, and for some reason, I didn't like it. It was already quiet enough with Stan gone, and Kenny would barely talk, hell he would barely turn up to school. It wasn't like this was anything new, sometimes he would dissapear for days on end, sometimes even months. He'd usually be pissed off when he got back, and wouldn't talk about it. I'll admit, it did annoy me that he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. He just kept saying he had stuff at home going on, so I just nodded. When I asked Butters' about it, he got all nervous and tried to change the subject. Something weird was certainly going on, but I couldn't tell what.

I was wearing a long sleeved shirt to try and hide my wrist, and thankfully, no one had noticed or said anything yet. I had a feeling that if I had seen Kenny more, he would have picked me up on it instantly. He had a thing for doing that. I guess he was just observant. Wendy wasn't in school either, and I won't deny it, I was worried about her. I wasn't sure if it was how she nearly killed herself last time I saw her, or the fact she wanted to talk to Bebe, but I knew something bad was happening. I wanted to get Wendy away from Bebe, tell her everything the blonde did, but that would only complicate matters. It was tempting, but I decided to wait until I next saw her. At least that way I would know if she's okay instead of just calling her.

I hadn't seen Stan since Ike had given me the picture, and I was craving everything about him. But I shook my head, he was gone. He was just a figment of my imagination. I was glad, but dissapointed at how he didn't appear. Was it because he had stopped me from killing myself when I had tried to slit my wrist? Was he gone now because he thought I was safe? If that was the case, then I had a feeling I would be recieving a visit from the other Stan...

I certainly wasn't looking forward to that. My stomach clenched up everytime his blood soaked face entered my mind. It sickened me, and reminded me constantly that it was my fault he was like that. All my fault.

It was a friday, and I wasn't particually looking forward to the weekend. More than anything, I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but I still found it hard to even get an hour of rest. Kenny was in class today, but wasn't saying much. We sat, side by side in maths, a comfortable silence hanging in the air. I wasn't too keen on talking, and neither was he. Everybody was happy. He must have had something on his mind he wanted to ask me though. He kept glancing at me, then he would look as if he wanted to say something, but with a miniscule movement he would shake his head and go back to his algebra. When he did this for the fifth time, I slammed my pencil down on the table.

"Dude, you got sommat to ask me? Because you are driving me fucking crazy," I glared at him, annoyed. He sighed.

"No, it's nothing,"

"Bullshit, tell me,"

"Fine," he mumbled. "There is a party at Token's tonight, and I was wondering if you'd wanna come, y'know, we haven't spoke much lately. It might be good to go out,"

Was that all? He just wanted to go to a party with him? I weighed the situation in my head; I couldn't really be bothered going, but it would make Kenny happy if I did. I wanted to spend more time with my best friend, but the night life has never been my thing. Besides, Mom hates me going to house parties and stuff, she thinks I'll get mugged or something. She thinks childeren under the age of 21 shouldn't be allowed out after eleven pm, and she's tried multiple times to have a curfew set in the town, but this is South Park. Nobody gave a fuck.

Chewing my bottom lip, I finally came up with an answer: "Yeah, sure. Why not?" It would be a distraction. I needed a lot of those. They were the only things to stop me from loding it. If I already haven't.

Kenny looked at me puzzled with a frown. "You sure? I mean, I never thought you were the-"

"Kenny, I'll go, " I rolled my eyes and forced a smile. The blonde grinned.

"Fuck yes! This is awesome! I'll ask Butters if he want's to as well," I cringed slightly, remembering what happened in the toilets. It felt so weird, not that I have anything against gays or anything. I mean, I am gay, aren't I? I was for Stan, but... he was the only one I really paid any attention to. I've never considered any body else. I don't find girls attractive, so does that make me asexual now? No, I could never imagine being like that... I'm still gay, but not for any body at the moment I guess.

But what happened with Eric in the corridor...

I still hadn't gotten my head around it... I mean, I didn't think of him like that. That was just a fucking weird thought, I didn't know how anything like that could be possible. I'll admit, he is surprisingly good looking. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders... he had everything I liked about Stan. Besides, I was fantasizing about Stan. Not fatass himself. It confused me, and I had no idea what tot hink of it. It's just more embarresing than anything else, and with everything else going on, I didn't even know why I was letting it bother me. It was hardly anything important.

I was in a haze, thinking through the reasons that could have caused what happened when suddenly I heard a loud click and I was ripped out of my thoughts. I blinked and flinched back. Kenny had snapped his fingers in front of me. How long was I out for? Jesus...

"Dude," he hissed quietly under his breath, glaring at me sidways.

"Huh...? Wh-what?" I glanced around the classroom, taking in the thirty pairs of eyes staring at me. I felt my cheeks burn as I noticed the teacher frowning at me.

"Mr Kyle?" The teacher asked. I tried to recall his name but I couldn't remember. He was a fucking asshole though.

"U-Um, yes?"

"The answer to question eight," he motioned to the text book opened in front of me. I let out an annoyed huff. Like I gave a fuck about maths. Like I gave a fuck about passing my exams, fuck my life. I didn't give a shit. Two months ago, I would never have been thinking like this, but I had changed. I hadn't really noticed up until that very moment, but the realization hit me like a tsunami. I had changed so fucking much, and I hadn't even noticed. Everyone else did though. That was obvious, very obvious.

I was depressed, suicidal, pissed off all the time. I couldn't care less about anything. And I didn't even fucking notice...

"Can suck my balls," I grunted. I recalled a certain brunette saying something similar, but didn't pay any attention to it. I wasn't worried about the repucutions of what I was doing. I just wanted them to know that I didn't give a crap. I was expecting everyone to gasp and stare at me wide eyed and shocked, but most of them just shrugged and went back to there work. I frowned. Why the fuck wasn't anybody bothered?

"Kyle, please wait outside for me," the teacher smiled. Fucking creepy. He looked as if he was happy I was being a stubborn jackass. It didn't make any sense.

"Fuck's sake," I grumbled, standing up. I swung my bag over my shoulder and picked up my pen, then shoved it into my pocket. I stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind me. I was sick of all this nice shit. Everyone was either treating me like crap, or like a fucking lovesick princess. It was pissing me off, neither of them were helping me at all. I just wanted things to go back to how they were. I would give up anything to rewind and live the days were I didn't have to worry about anything. Sure, my childhood was fucked up as hell, but at least Stan was there with me the whole time. I wouldn't have been able to put up with it without him.

Instantly, at the thought of the raven haired boy, I found myself quickly becoming choked up. A thick lump was rising in my throat and I bit down on my lip. I was fucking crying, again. I couldn't stop. I wanted to see Stan, and now I was getting all fucking emotional for the hundereth time in the last fucking week. I felt a low growl building up in the back of my throat that was threatening to turn into a scream of anger. I was desperate to let it go; apparently shouting helps relieve stress. But that's proberbly bullshit. Everything was.

"Stop fucking crying," I mumbled pitifullly to myself. I smashed my head lightly against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut. I had to get out of here. I would only humiliate myself if the teacher came out and saw me all puffy eyed with tears streaming down my face. But where was their to go? Home? No... certainly not. Mom would kill me. I could go to the park or something... Ah fuck it. I couldn't be bothered. The park didn't mean anything to me, it was fucking crap. Maybe I should just stay here.

I shook my head, dismissing the thought. This place was driving me fucking insane. With a deep breath I straightened myself up. I decided just a walk would do. I needed time to get my head in order. I needed that an awful lot lately.

I guess Wendy was thinking the same thing because it wasn't long before I bumped into her. She looked upset, and I found myself feeling guilty. It was my fault she was crying. Her make-up was smudged, but when she saw me, she faked a small smile. I forced one back trying not to be rude.

"Um, hey Kyle," her voice was annoyingly high pitched as usual, but I didn't cringe away like I usually did. She chewed her nail nervously.

"Wendy," I greeted her back. I had no fucking clue what I was supposed to say. Why was I always so fucking awkward around girls?

"What are you doing out here?" She frowned. Wasn't it obvious? For the same reason she was. To get away from everything. It was all I ever wanted these days, surely it was the same for her...

"Y'know, just... wandering," I shrugged.

"That's nice," she mumbled and stepped forward. She had a far away, distant look in her eyes. "I wish I could just wander..."

I nodded, despite not knowing what the fuck she was talking about.

"Um, well, why don't you?" She pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing.

"I don't know... I guess I just can't,"

Yeah, like I know what the fuck you're talking about Wendy... Heck, she was being so confusing. Like all that crap Stan said to me the other night about him being in my head. Well screw him, I'm not fucking crazy...

"So, like... what lesson do you have?" I raised an eyebrow up at her, trying to make small talk. We both knew we were avoiding a very particular subject, but neither of us seemed brave enough to break the ice. Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Does it matter?" She said halfheartedly, tossing her long hair backwards. I shrugged again.

"I guess not," I agreed. She was right, it didn't matter. Who gives a shit if she had english or science? I certainly didn't.

"Wanna go on a walk?" She took another step toward me and offered her hand. I ignored it blatently, but nodded.

"Sure,"

We didn't talk about much, which seemed to fit us both perfectly well, even though the elephant in the room was towering over us. She wanted to talk about Stan, and so did I. But I didn't want to at the same time, yet I was curious as to what would happen to the baby she was carrying. It felt weird letting a girl I was previously jealous as fuck over know all my problems. I knew I should have been talking to Kenny, or even Butters, anybody that I knew better than the raven haired girl beside me. But I could relate to her. I knew she was hurting too, maybe even as much as I was. I needed someone who undertood what I was going through, and who better that the deceased's girlfriend?

"Kyle," she said my name, shattering the peaceful silence around us. I blinked and looked down at her. She was one of the only people I knew who was actually shorter than me.

"Yes...?" I felt anxious all of a sudden. My gut was telling me she was about to bring up something both of us were anticipating. She paused a moment, stopping in her tracks and closing her eyes briefly before speaking.

"I... I'm really scared,"

Instantly, I felt a surge of pity toward the small girl. She looked so fragile and broken, all I wanted to do was tell her everything was going to work out. But I knew it wasn't going to. Both of our lives were ruint. She was pregnant at fourteen and I was on the verge of having a breakdown. All because of the death of one person. Of course, there were plenty of other things thrown in there too, like Bebe and Eric, but right at that moment, they didn't matter, I just wanted Wendy to be okay.

"I know..." I murmered, moving closer to her. "I know..."

Her bottom lip began trembling and she looked at me with those sad eyes that could win the heart of any man. I instantly gave into them and let her fall into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling a large flush of body heat press up against me. I stroked her hair gently, pursing my lips. It felt weird to be embracing Wendy Testaburger, but I couldn't just turn her away. She was vulnerable, and I knew how much a simple gesture like a hug from a friend could help at times like these. It wasn't as if it was anything intimate or anything, I was simply comforting her, and she was returning the favour in some way I couldn't quite identify.

I appreciated the close human contact, but in a selfish way, I think. It just felt nice to have someone held close to me since Stan wasn't around. He would cradle me and let me cry on his shoulder pathetically whenever something bad happened and I guess I missed it. I used to comfort him quite a lot too, Stan had always been a little over emotional and spilt tears far more often than I did. Actually, before my life went to hell, I barely ever cried. Now I can't stop fucking doing it.

"So, what's going to happen?" She sniffed, and pulled away from me. I gulped.

"Have you..." I prepared to ask her something I had been dreading. "Talked to Bebe?"

For some reason, I felt terrified. I had to tell her what was going on. I simply had to.

"N-No... I haven't heard from her, and, I guess I'm kinda worried. Her Dad has been pretty crappy to her lately, and I'm a little scared they might have done something..." her voice went to a small whisper as her eyes fell to the ground.

"What do you mean?" I ask, a frown etching onto my face. Wendy let out a deep sigh.

"Do you... Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

I nodded.

"Okay," she mumbled. "Well, I guess it's okay to tell you. See, in the last few months Bebe has been getting well..." she trailed off and looked embarresed.

"Well...?" I tilted my head to the side, waiting intently for her to explain.

"It's just... well, her Dad has been having a bit of a drinking problem and he kinda gets pretty drunk sometimes..." her eyes glazed over as if she was recalling a horrific memory. She shuddered, grimacing, then continued. "Well, he does stuff to her,"

"He raped her," although it was supposed to come out as a question, it came out as a statement. Wendy sqeezed her eyes shut and nodded. I sighed.

"It was h-horrible," her voice cracked as she stepped away from me absent mindedly. "I-I saw it once. We were having a sleepover, and he wasn't supposed to be back until the next day. He'd been doing it before, but Bebe, she didn't say anything. But I went the bathroom and when I came back I saw... I was just... K-Kyle... I know what it was like for you. After seeing my bestfriend being violated by her own Dad... I don't know how someone could be so fucking cruel,"

I was shell shocked by what I had just heard. I had never suspected that Bebe had her own problems. Was that why she looked like shit when she came for me at Stan's house? It would explain it. But how could that have anything to do with stolen money? Or me stealing it? None of this was making any god damned sense...

"I well..." I found myself at a loss for words. "I'm sorry that happened..." I lied through my teeth. I was sick for thinking this, but I was glad that bitch was getting abused. I fucking hope her Dad his shoving his cock up her ass right this fucking moment. I hope he kills her. I felt a strong lust toward the idea of Bebe going through the pain I felt. It was a mouth watering thought.

"It's okay," Wendy smiled, bringing me down from my line of angry thoughts. I forced one back, but it didn't meet my eyes.

"Listen..." I suddenly said, an idea sprining to mind. "There's a party tonight..."

"At Token's? Yeah, I heard," she didn't seem very enthusiastic about it.

"Well, Kenny's dragging me along, it'd be cool if you came too," I flushed a scarlete red feeling embarresed at asking a girl to a party. Fuck i though, I could never be attracted to her, so it wasn't as if it meant anything.

"I dunno Kyle..." she murmered, frowning.

"Oh, well, that's okay. You don't have to come, with the y'know... it's probably best not to be drinking," I shrugged and began to walk again. Wendy followed.

"I don't have to drink if I go, sheesh. I would never expect a guy like you to go to a party and get drunk anyway..." I carried on walking, frowning at the thought of being drunk. It would be interesting, I've never had enough alcohol to even give me a buzz before. Kenny is always talking about of awesome it is, and that we should go out and get wasted, but I've never been keen on the idea. Although, at the moment, the thought of just being able to do whatever the fuck you want and not having a single worry did seem exteremly tempting.

"Who says I won't?" I gamble, and come to a stop. She does the same, and I glare down at her.

"No! No, that's not what I meant..." She shrugs. "I'll go, okay?"

"That's great," I smile, this time, slightly real and not completly fake. "I'll see you there?" I ask. She nodded.

"See you there, Kyle,"

A/N: GAHHHH FOR FUCK'S SAKE. This was supposed to be much fucking longer chappie, with the party and crappy but now it's somehow ended up being in the next chapter. Gah, I promise you, I say PROMISE you, that after the party in Kyles POV, it will be Cartmans POV and there will be a little bit of Kyman. Nothing major, but it will certainly be... fuck, Idk what the word is, but it will hopefully be intense if it goes according to plan, which it probebly won't considering I wasn't even gonna have Stan die, but fuck, Imma give it a try. After that chappie, we will have Kyman! I promise! But still, nothing too major. It will be a few chapters after that will the reason this fic is rated M become apparent!

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