Take This To Heart |Stan X Kyle|

19: Defy Something

(I hope y'all enjoy this overdue update. Thanks for the immense support!!)

Kyle's POV

It's late, I'm cold, and I'm scared. I have absolutely no idea if Stan's okay, or if he's even at his house right now. I left my phone at home on impulse, cutting any contact with Cartman and Kenny who are probably greatly contributing to my heating bill at the moment. I couldn't care less though.

Every street blends together the longer I walk. Is this Chester Avenue? I was just on Chester Avenue. Why am I still on Chester Avenue. This isn't Chester Avenue. House after house and street after street I stumble my way pass every building until I finally arrive at one I'm after.

The warmth seeping through the oak door makes itself known as I rest my knuckles against the wooden surface. Once, twice, and again I knock as loud as possible to  drown out the sound of thunder rolling in from the horizon. Not a second after I'm met with the sound of someone fiddling with the doorknob does the wave of warmth from the door opening rush over me.

Warm is the last thing I need to be right now. I'm already boiling with anger.

"What the FUCK were you thinking? Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, I know everything." The words roll off my tongue like honey, only not nearly as sweet. The repitition of that sentence through my mind on the walk here contributed no effort to numbing the bitterness of the sounds.

"... Hello to you too, Kyle... or would darling be more appropriate?" The blonde figure in front of the doorway doesn't need to be seen to make himself known, the British accent I once found rather charming now akin to nails on a chalkboard.

I can't believe Gregory is joking around a time like this. Does he have any idea what the hell he's just done?

"Why the hell did you tell call Stan up and tell him that we were faking our relationship! That-, that was the whole end of my deal! That he didn't know! I only agreed to fake date you so that he'd start hanging out with me again without fear of those stupid gay rumours coming back! What's the point if he realises the rumours were true and I did like him!?" I... I should've brought my puffer. I can't breathe.

Gregory cocks his head to the side. "Did Stan tell you that?" He asks, hands rested either side of the doorway without a care in the world.

What the hell is he getting at. "So you admit it. You... you did tell him."

God, I would've looked like an absolute idiot if Cartman was lying to me. Ugh, I didn't even think about that. When did I start believing what that bastard has to say?

Gregory exhales, and moves to the side of the enterance. "... Come inside, I think this a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding!?" I spit, taking a step back. "Stan wants to kill himself and you think this is a misunderstanding!?" 

"I... I don't know what you've heard but if you 'know everything' as you put it then... you should know what I want to say next. Please come inside, It's too cold out there." Gregory begs, gesturing to inside his house.

Grrr... If I go in then that's less time to get ahold of Stan... but... if i don't...

"... Let's make this quick."

And with that, I'm welcomed into the Gregory family household.

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"Did Christophé break up with you?" Is the first thing I can think of to break the silence inside of Gregory's perfectly arranged bedroom. Not a book out of place and not a garment of clothing to be seen. A subtle golden tinge paints the space from the flickering glow of his personal fireplace tucked away the corner of the room.

Gregory chuckles quietly to himself, his gaze still unwaveringly focused on the dark clouds outside of his window. "You don't actually know everything, do you?"

I'm sick of this climaxing bullshit. Why can't he give it to me straight?

"Just... Just tell me why you did it, Greg. I don't have time for this shit. Why'd you fuck me over like that?"

Silence. Fucking silence. Why won't he talk?

"Gregory. I'm not mad at you, will that make you talk?" I mumble, pulling at the seams of his bedsheets. This quilt is probably worth more than everything I own. As if he has anything to loose from telling me the truth.

Without another word, Gregory turns on his heel and joins me on the bed, carefully sitting down while making sure not to let our gazes meet. He looks... kind of sad? tired? disappointed? Well he should be. There's no excuse for fucking me over like that. But... he looks different right now. He sounds different. He isn't wearing some fancy vest with some expensive collar, and his hair's all down and curly framing his face in a way that makes him look kind of... no. I shouldn't be thinking those thoughts at a time like this.

"Look... I don't care what you told him on your call or whatever. I just wanna know why you told him. That's all I wanna know so we can finally end this." I state, defeatedly.

Gregory pauses, and thinks, and thinks, and thinks. "No, he didn't break up with me." Is all he whispers.

"Then why did y-,"

Gregory finally meets my gaze, sternly might I add too. "Because we were never courting in the first place."

... Huh? I don't get it. Isn't that the whole reason he wanted to fake date someone in the first place? Let alone me? I... I'm so confused. What the hell was the purpose of the last 6 Months then!?

"Christophé doesn't live here anymore. He hasn't for years." Gregory adds.

I... I'm so lost. What the hell is he getting at.

"I called Stan because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to contain... my own feelings for much longer. It's extremely obvious he's head over heels for you, Kyle. I've been able to tell since the day I first arrived in South Park over eight years ago. After finding out you requited his feelings I knew I'd never have a genuine chance so... something like this was the closest I was ever going to get." Gregory exhales once more, his gaze locked on to mine.

"I... I don't understand. What are you talking about Gregory you're confusing me."

"Ha... it's not like you're ever going to talk to me again after this, so maybe this will make things clearer."

My knuckles were met with warmth when I knocked on his front door an hour ago, my body was met with warmth as I sat in front of his fireplace half an hour ago. But for the first time, my lips are met with warmth from none other than the boy in front of me, Gregory.