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Chapter 10

Kyles Pov:
Tw: Slight angst but a happy ending

I grabbed some clean clothes and so did Stan. As we entered the warm shower, Stan pulled me close to him and nuzzled my neck. "I love you." I stood there, completely shocked. I think that's the first time he's ever said that while meaning it. I smiled, "Because we had sex and I'm good at it or because you actually love me" Stan laughed a little bit, "Both, but definitely the second option more." I hummed as he grabbed the shampoo and body wash and we actually began our shower. "I love you to Stanley."

We walked out of the bathroom about 10 minutes later. I nearly fell so many times. Luckily we didn't make a mess on the couch, and we did laundry so everything's clean. Cartman and Kenny were both sitting on our couch. I went and sat on my bed, Stan lectured them about randomly coming into people's rooms. I laid down and pulled the blanket over me, blocking out everything. I fell asleep.

I woke up to the other guys still here, it was maybe 7 pm now. Cartman was getting the other guys to watch the titanic, Stan looked pissed, Kenny was genuinely interested but we all know it was just for that one scene. I got out of bed carefully. Everything hurt now, even my head. Stan noticed me getting up, "Hey Pup, Pain killers are on the counter. And there's some tea." He smiled at me. I smiled back and limped to the kitchen, "Dude even his legs are broken." Cartman said to Stan, I butted in, after swallowing my pain killers and grabbing the cup of tea, walking over to the group. "Yeah sure fatass, but would your legs work properly after being fucked senseless till you can't breathe," I asked leaning on the back of Stan's chair that was next to the couch for support. He opens his mouth to protest but I don't let him. "Well in that case I'm sure Clyde and his 4 inches could really help you." I said exaggerating the word 'really'. "Well first of all Clyde is 4.5-" I roll my eyes, "Okay Dr cockoligst." I hear Stan and Kenny laugh at this.

"Seriously why do you like this Jew? I mean you see what I'm talking about right?" Cartman asks Stan, "He always has something to say."

"He always has something to say"

"And he's a jew"

"he's a jew"

"He's also really skinny"

"He's too skinny"

"He's a fag"

"Faggot."

"His hair looks fucking weird"

"His hairs weird."

I feel my eyes start stinging, why does cartman's wording remind me so much of what Clyde said? I get off Stan's chair and sat my cup back on the counter, without a word I go to the bathroom and lock the door. I slide down against the wall and I feel tears pour down my face, which eventually turns into sobs, maybe he's right. I am bitch, I'm a stupid jew, I'm too skinny, I'm a faggot, my hair looks shitty.

I hear a knock at the door. "Pup open the door." I quickly calm myself down and wipe my tears, I look in the mirror, nothing is noticeable. I open the door and stare at Stan. "What.."I say maybe a little bit too bluntly. "Someone wants to apologize, Right?" Stan sneers at cartman standing next to him. "Sorry." He mumbles obviously lying. "Don't be." Stan's eyes flicker to mine, confused. "Your right."
"No, he's not." Stan quickly says, before letting me finish. I smile weakly,

"Stan, why don't you understand? It's true, why am I even alive. Everyone complains about something I do, whether it's my actions or me. Stan, I don't wanna be here. I don't deserve to be here. I want to die-" Stan's lips pressed against mine, he moves a hand to the back of my head grabbing a handful of hair gently. He pulls away from me "Don't fucking say that. Of course, you deserve to be here. I want you here, and not for my selfish desire and for me to be happy, but for you to be happy too. Sure not everyone's perfect but everyone deserves a chance-" tears start falling from my face. "And sure there are some fucked up people out there," He states and glares at a guilty-looking cartman, but looks back to me and wipes some of my tears while caressing my face. "But that doesn't give you a right to want to feel like that because someone else has an opinion about you." He smiled apologetically,

"I'm sorry," my voice cracks as it turns into a sob. I hide my face into his shoulder and basically fall to my knees, Stan slowly but more steadily comes down with me. He sighs and moves his hands to my hair and plays with it, knowing that calms me down. I hear cartman's voice but don't lookup. "Look I'm sorry. I got carried away. I didn't know you'd get carried away like this, I didn't know that's how you felt either. I shouldn't have said anything I said, it was probably unnecessary" Stan shoots a glare at Cartman. He clears his throat. "Was* unnecessary." I can't help but crack a slight smile while trying to steady my breathing, "Eric Cartman, apologizing." I hear him huff. I finally look up, Stan cups my face again. "You are more than enough. Got that?" He asks, I nod slightly.

Okay, 1. I cried while writing this chapter, 2. I've written 10 chapters in less than 48 hours. 3. I'm working on the next chapter rn lol