SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.2

                                 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.2
“Do you REALLY want to know who I like?” I was surprised, but I nodded. He sighed and put his hand on his fore head and looked like he was really frustrated and nervous! He put his had down from his face and looked at me like
He wished he didn’t want to say anything; instead he fixed his fingers into a pointing position, and pointed, in front of my face.
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I stared at the finger pointing at my face. My mind was blank. I didn’t know what to do. I looked from Stan’s finger to his face. He looked serious. His face was also staring at mine with a ‘not joking’ kinda face.

“W-what?” I said. Stan then smirked.

“HA HA! Dude! You should see your face! You look as scared as hell!” His face went from serious to a amused face, “Dude, I’m joking!” I stood there. I felt my eyes beginning to feel hot and then my vision went blurry; “Ky?” was I… about to cry?

“D-don’t JOKE like that Stan!” I almost shouted. Kenny looked over at us, “It’s NOT f-funny!” I definitely felt a warm wet tear fall down my face. I could hardly make out Stan’s face, he had a look that said he didn’t know what to do, and was shocked.

“Kyle-” I turned and darted out the doors so he couldn’t see me burst into tears. I have never felt this way before. My heart literally felt like it had just been pierced! I ran as fast as I could. I turned to see if Stan was following me, but I couldn’t see him. I realized I was at Starks pond. I sat sown on a bench to catch my breath. Once then, I buried my hands in my face and let all the emotion come out. I sobbed and the tears just didn’t stop. Why? I knew he didn’t like me, so why? Questions similar ran through my head as I cried.

“Whoa! The Jew is having a mental break down? I never thought I would see the day that he would act like a total fag!” I heard the voice of the person I most DIDN’T want to see or here.

“WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT CARTMAN?” I wish he would go away! I didn’t want any of his shit now. I kept my face in my hands. I could just tell from the silence that Cartman was staring at me in shock.

“Whoa…” is all he could manage to say, “…what up you ass?” or not. He was always trying to make me feel bad at the worst possible moments.

“God damn it! Leave me alone Cartman!”

“Dude, are you really crying like a pussy?”

“DAMN IT! GO AWAY DICK!” I stood up and yelled at Cartman. I then realized I had exposed my tear felt face. I then turned around and wiped my tears.

“ Kyle… man, really, what is up you ass?” I couldn’t tell if Cartman was being serious or his smartass self.

“N-nothing, PLEASE just leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to anyone now.” I was almost on the ridge of begging.

“ Ha ha! Fine, but I’m going to tell everyone in school how you were being a total faggy Jew on Monday!” He smirked, and then walked off. Yelling at Cartman made me feel better. I stared at the pond for a little while then headed home. I’m sure Kenny was having a good time eating my $8 share of the pizza with Butters.
                                                 
                                                   The next day

I looked at the clock and saw the time. It was 9:32 AM. I ended up getting only 4 hours of sleep. I honestly didn’t know why this whole situation was bothering me so much. I had already accepted the fact that Stan didn’t like me. I rolled out of bed and took a shower. After my shower I got dressed and ready for the day. I was testifying whether I should call Stan or not and tell him that I was sorry. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Stan’s phone number. It rang 3 times before he picked up.

“hellooo…?” I must have woken Stan up. His voice sounded like it.

“Uh, Stan? It’s Kyle. Did I wake you up? I can call back later!”

“Ky!? No, no, I’m up!”

“Ok… I called about yesterday… I’m sorry I just ran off like that, I honestly don’t know what got into me!”

“… Its fine, I’m sorry to, I guess I shouldn’t have joked like that.”

“Nah, I just had a weird freak out moment, anyways, I think I should go now, you still sound half asleep.” I smiled. I heard Stan laugh from the other line.

“Well, whatever. See ya.”

“K.” what a awkward conversation.

“Wait, Kyle?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to come over and hang out or something?”

“Ya, sure, I have just gotten ready for the day, however, I’m sure you need to get ready.”

“Ha, ya, why don’t you come over in an hour?”

“ ya, sure, see you then man.” I hung up. Were things normal again? I walked downstairs to get some breakfast. I saw Ike at the table eating some pop tarts. “Hey Ike.” I got a bowl, milk and cereal and poured them into the bowl.

“Hey Kyle.” Ike said.

“Where’s mom?”

“She went out to get groceries.”

“Alright, if she doesn’t come back in a hour, could you tell her I I’m at Stan’s?”

“That depends, I might be gone to. I can leave a not though.”

“Alright, but where are you going?”

“I’m going to hang out with Georgie.”

“Georgie? The Goth kid?”

“Yup, we have been friends for a while, I guess I never told you, he was going to come over, but then he wanted me to come over to his house.”

“Really? Seriously?!” I didn’t think a Goth kid would hang out with a preppy happy kid like my brother!

“Yes, seriously…”

“ Huh, well, ok.” I didn’t really understand why he wanted to hang around those Goth people, “But you better not start smoking with them, got it?”

“Ya, ya, I know, I’m actually wanting them to stop.” I sat down across from Ike and started eating my breakfast.

“ So is it just you and Georgie? Or is his whole crew coming?”

“Crew? Georgie doesn’t really hang with them too much anymore. Sense Henrietta and they went to high school, they stopped hanging with Georgie, and he also said they all became emo.”

“ Oh…” Ike finished his pop tarts.

“Ok, I’m going to get ready for the day now.”

“K.” I watched as Ike went up the stairs. I then finished my breakfast. I turned on the TV to see if anything was on. I waited until 40 minutes later and decided to head over to Stan’s. I wondered what we were going to do. Maybe we should play some video games… maybe not guitar hero though… I reached Stan’s house and rang the door bell.

“COME IN!” I heard Stan yell.

“Hey dude!” Stan was struggling to put on a shirt.

“H-hey WHOA!” he fell over a chair.

“HA HA! Oh my God dude! Having trouble?”

“…A little…” his words sounded muffled. He still had his head inside the shirt and was trying to put an arm through a sleeve.

“Ha, do you need help?”

“No!” he tried getting up again but ran into a wall. Oh my God… I walked over to Stan.

“Hold still, damn it.” I said laughing. I pulled his shirt down so his head could get through the neck hole, He had wet hair, he apparently just got out of the shower. He looked so hot with wet hair. HOLY SHIT! GOD, I need to stop thinking these things when I’m with Stan! I felt a light blush crawl across my face. Stan also had a red face, most likely out of embarrassment.

“… I could have freed my head myself…eventually…”

“Ha, whatever! You would have been doomed with out me man!”

“Shut up!” I snickered as I watched Stan get his arms out of his sleeves, “anyways, I got a new game we can play! You basically choose a character and try to kill each other.”

“Are you sure Stan? I mean, you KNOW I will kick your ass!” I said sarcastically.

“What? Are you kidding me? I’m the one who got the high score on Chainsaw Killer 3?”

“You know I’m better then you at any other game!” I said.

“You want to test that theory?”

“Why would we need to test it?”

“Alright, that’s it! I challenge you to a duel! And to make it interesting, who ever looses, the winner makes the looser do what ever he wants!”

“I’ll take you on that bet!” We walked up to Stan’s room and he started getting the game ready. He put the game in his Xbox and waited for It to load.

“Where are your parents? Are they both at work?”

“Yup.”

“What about your sister?”

“She is still in her room asleep. ALRIGHT!” the game turned on. Stan threw me a controller, “Prepare to do my laundry for a month, Kyle!”

“Oh God! I’m definitely not loosing now if I have to clean your laundry!” We chose our characters and battled. It was a pretty even match. I wondered If I ever did tell Stan my feeling, would we ever have this much fun again? “OH, try and beat THAT Stan!” I think I was winning now! I was 5000 HP ahead of Stan! Only 7 more good hits and Stan had to do anything I asked. All of the sudden I got a picture in my mind of Stan kissing me. I blushed like crazy! “GAA, NOOO!” the scream startled Stan and he almost lost the controller from his hand.

“GAME OVER PLAYER 1!” the TV shouted.

“HA! Who is better at playing games NOW Stan? HAHA I WON!” I jumped up on my feet and was doing a victory dance while Stan was pouting still sitting down, “Now, what should I make you do?” I said evilly.

“I would have won if didn’t have a freaking SPASM just now! Honestly, what was that about?” I started to blush while I was still standing up. I looked away at Stan and back to the screen.

“I… thought I was going to get hit!” ‘Good make-up Kyle!’ I told myself.

“You were just afraid I was gonna kill you!” I sat back down next to Stan.

“No, I just wanted to win and not do your shit smelling laundry. Now, what should you do…?” I though ‘give me a kiss’ but of course I wouldn’t say that. If I didn’t stop thinking about that I was going to Blush like crazy!

“You ok?” Stan was looking at me with worried eyes.

“Huh? Ya I’m fine!”

“You look really red dude. Are you sick?” He put his hand over my forehead. What the fuck? I’m not a kid anymore; I don’t need him to check my forehead for my temp! I could just feel myself growing hotter. I looked down so I could avoid looking at Stan’s face or see if he was watching me. I felt Stan’s hand move from my forehead to my cheek. I was blushing even harder.

“Kyle…” Stan said in a soft quiet voice. I looked up at Stan. He had a soft look. I couldn’t explain how his eyes looked. They were warm. They looked at me and captured me. I couldn’t look away. Why was he staring at me like this? Why? My eyes felt heavy, his eyes were making mine feel heavy. He now cupped his hand around my face. What was he doing? Was he just teasing me again?

“STAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” A loud screaming voice came from outside Stan’s room. He immediately dropped his hand and moved away. The door swung open and there stood a furious looking Shelly, with a box of cereal in her hand, “DAMN IT STAN! YOU ATE ALL OF MY FAVORITE CEREAL!” Shelly chucked the empty box of cereal across the room at Stan’s head. Stan’s head started to bleed, “I BOUGHT THAT WITH MY OWN MONEY!! YOU ARE BUYING ME A NEW BOX!” with that, she slammed the door shut. I turned my attention back to Stan. He had a pretty deep cut just from a box!

“ow… GOD DAMN BITCH! Owwwwww…”

“Holy shit dude! Your sister won’t stop being violent!”

“ugh… can you get a towel or a wet rag?”

“Ya, hang on.” I went into Stan’s bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth and wet it under the sink. I went back into Stan’s room and tossed him the cloth. He had a good amount of blond on his forehead and hand.

“Thanks. Jesus Christ… that woman is so…” I looked down at the cereal box and you could tell which corner hit Stan’s head because there was a large indent and a little blood in the corner. What was Stan going to do if Shelly didn’t come in? It almost seemed like he was about…to kiss me… I looked over at Stan, he was staring at me.

“What are you trying to do Stan? Are you just trying to fuck with my mind for your amusement?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t play dumb Stan! You know exactly what you’re doing! Do you have any idea how it’s making me feel?” Stan was speechless, and his face looked shocked. I knew he knew well what he was doing. He stayed silent and looked at the ground, “You know what? Fine! Be that way! I think I should get going now.”

“What? You just got here!”

“I don’t care, I’m leaving.” I was out side of Stan’s house before Stan could even get up, catch his balance, and put shoes and a jacket on.

“Kyle! Wait!” I ignored him and kept walking. Stan caught up to me and pulled on my arm making me fall back.

“Let go!”

“Kyle, please, would you just stop?”

“Why? So you can fuck with my mind more?”

“KYLE! I’m NOT trying to fuck with your mind!” I flinched when Stan raised his voice at me; he hasn’t done that in a while.

“Alright, then what are you trying to do?” Stan was silent again.

“I… don’t want to…”

“Don’t want to what?”

“…tell you…” This hurt me! He normally was open about things.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“DAMN IT STAN! WHAT has got in INTO you? You know, you have been acting really strange ever sense you broke up with Wendy! Is this all because of her? Or the OTHER girl you like?” Stan then looked at me in the eyes. Again, he is doing it again, “You’re doing it again.” I pulled away from Stan and walked faster. Stan continued to follow me, “Would you fuck off Stan?”

“Kyle, you have been acting strange lately, too…”

“That’s only because you have been!”

“You have been blushing a lot around me, too.” Shit! He noticed! “Kyle…” I was startled to Stan grabbing my arm and pulling me into the woods. I couldn’t break free of Stan’s grip.

“DAMN YOU STAN! LET GO!” He stayed quiet, I looked back and I couldn’t see the town anymore. “Where the hell are you taking me Stan? I swear to GOD if you don’t let go-”

“Kyle, do you like me?” Fuck! Why now? I didn’t ever plan on telling Stan my feelings, I was just happy being by his side! I didn’t know what to say! I was silent and couldn’t say anything. I had so many mixed feelings right now. One of those I was certain was anger.

“Stan…”

“Kyle pleases, yes? Or no?” I was feeling really hot again. What should I do? We were staring at each other in the eyes. I closed my eyes and turned away.

“Have you not figured it out?” Was I really going to do this? “DAMN IT STAN! I’M FREAKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! I’ve BEEN in love with you! I fucking love you so God damn much!”  I was about to cry. I’m in high school and about to cry! I could hold back the sobs, but not the tears. “I-I’ve never told you ‘cause I didn’t want to ruin our relation ship, a-and you always had Wendy, you broke up with her so you could go be with another girl!” I felt so stupid! Crying in front of the person I love, I really was acting like a child! “Stan, I still want us to be friends… I won’t ever say I love you again. Please!”

“Kyle, you know, I only said I liked a girl was because I wasn’t sure how you felt.”

“H-huh?” Stan walked closer to me. Stan walked closer to me. I could hardly tell the image in front of me. I jumped to the touch of Stan’s cold hands to my face. He wiped away the tears from my eyes. Stan tilted my head so I was looking at him right in the eyes.

“Kyle, I said I liked a girl because I wasn’t sure if you liked me. I tried to figure out by doing the things I have been doing. I love you too Kyle.” Stan smiled at me hoping I would stop crying. I was happier then I have ever been! I embraced Stan and wrapped my arms around Stan. Stan did the same, but he held me tighter. I was making the front of Stan’s jacket wet with my tears. I wish I would stop crying, it’s not like I needed to be anymore gay! We stayed in each others arms for; God knows how long.

“Stan?” I said in a quiet voice

“ ya?”

“I think I know what I want you to do now sense I won the game!”

“W-what’s that?”

“…I want you… to kiss me.” Stan hesitated for a moment then pulled away.

“Um, I have never kissed a dude before so…” Stan trailed off and his eyes were looking to each side of his face.

“Doesn’t matter, we made a bet!” I smirked. Stan turned a shade of red and closed his eyes and lent forwards. I closed my eyes as well. He lightly pressed his soft, warm lips to my own. My legs started to feel weak. I fell to the ground on my knees along with Stan. He laughed lightly. Stan’s face was bright red and I’m sure mine was too. I gazed into Stan’s blue eyes and again, our faces were inching closer and closer until his lips brushed up against mine, he then pressed harder, and tightened his grip even harder so my chest was pressed against his. I Sat there in Stan’s arms and melted with his kisses.