Chapter 13

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3rd person:

Stan leads Kyle into the bathroom, Kyle starting to get nervous follows behind. Once the stall is locked, Stan pushes Kyle against the door. "Take this as my apology, puppy-" He breathes in my ear, pulling my chin up and kissing me, I kiss back... moving my arms around to the back of his head to grip his hair. He pulls away and grabs a few paper towels from the dispenser In the stall, he leans down in front of my stomach and wipes off the blood. Luckily it has stopped bleeding a while ago so it wouldn't bleed through my shirt. Once he finishes he throws away the paper towels and walks back up to me, "Care for me to walk us back?" I smile and give him permission. I throw my shirt back on and intertwine my hand with his.

We make it back to our dorm without any trouble. Kenny and Cartman decide to walk back with us. We decided it was best to not tell them what happened. "That party sucked ass." Cartman throws out while I struggle to open the door with our key. Stan agrees. "Your breath reeks of whiskey," Kenny 'tsks.' As he stares at Stan. "It was only one drink, you'd be surprised. Trying to cut down the drinking. In fact, that was my first drink In almost two weeks." He says smiling proudly.

I give a small smile. Finally, I get our door open. "There you go good sir, and you gentlemen enjoy your night," I say with an accent, and pulling Stan into our dorm. As soon as I shut the door. I tackled Stan onto the couch and lean In kissing him. We pulled away for air and he raises an eyebrow at me, "what's got you riled up?" He asks, his arms wrap around my waist. "Take this as my Thanks," I say mocking his tone from earlier. He grins and pulls me down onto his chest. We eventually get in a comfortable position with me on top of him and fall asleep.

Stan's POV:

I promise to protect him with my life.

No matter how many relationships I lose.

No matter how many risks I take.

No matter how many cuts and scratches I get.

I love you Kyle Broflovski.









I'M CRYING BYE, THE END.

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