Why Don't You Love Me... //style South Park

chapter one

!Tw : slight homophobia! (But not really)
!!!!Tw : sh!!!

'Kyle, hey Kyle, KYLE HEY-' Stan yelled. Kyle stopped walking. "What?"
"I..I..need..you to do me a fa...favor...man..." Stan panted out of breath. "Can you..would you..would you help..help me to get Wendy jalous..please.." Kyle looked surprised, and felt flustered. "Uhm- Yeah, ofcourse, what is it?" "Would you..would you want to pretend to be my girlfriend?" Kyle felt his face heat up, and got as red as a tomato. Ofcourse he would help Stan, he was his super bestfriend...but most of all, he was Kyle's crush. Kyle was sure that Stan didn't know that he liked him, even though he had liked him for over a year now. "well yeah, I was always good at hiding..." Uneasy thinking that he touched his wrist.

He looked at Stan's hazelnut brown eyes and came to the conclusion that the dark haired boy wasn't joking.
"I mean, yeah I would always help you out...you know that ...but..why..me? And...you know that I am...not a girl, right?" Kyle stammered, a little confused.

"Yeah ofcourse I know that!" Stan said, laughing and smacking Kyle on his back. "But...well, uhm, could you like, wear girl clothes, and uhm, a wig or somthing? Cuz I don't want her to think that I'm GAY, I mean, that would be disgusting, right?" Stan said, sounding a little unsure.

Kyle felt a stabbing pain in his chest, trying not to show what he thought.
'Is it? Is it really disgusting to be...gay? Is it really disgusting to be...like...me?'
but put loud said: "yeah, right it is..." He looked down, and didn't see that Stan frowned a bit.

"Uh, okay so, can I walk home with you? To, like, describe the details of the plan?"
"Sure."

Finally home, Kyle immediately ran up his room, locked his door, and looked at his pocket knife. 'I can't do this..I can't do this, I promised Ike I wouldn't...'
He raised his sleeve, and when he put his pocket knife against his wrist, and blood started dripping on to the ground, the pain in his chest got less.
He fell on his bed with the thought 'I'll clean that up later'

Ike walked into the room, and saw Kyle lying on the bed. He thought that Kyle just fell asleep. He smiled softly, happy to see his big brother so peacefull.
He went to put a blanket over Kyle, but than he noticed the blood. It wasn't much, but still, Ike panicked and yelled until Kyle was awake.

Kyle opened his eyes, to see Ike crying and yelling his name.
'fuckfuckfuckuck! Why did he have to come in-'
Ike saw that he was awake.
'YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME, KYLE!' He yelled, between his tears.
Kyle stood up and hugged Ike.
"I'm sorry Ike, I promise, I really promise now, I won't do it again!"
Kyle felt tears welling up.
No. He couldn't cry. Not in front of his little brother. Not when he was supposed to say that he was sorry and that everything would be alright.
'C-can I sleep next to you?' Sniffed Ike.
'Yeah, ofcourse you can!'

Kyle waited until Ike was asleep, and then allowed himself to cry. Silently. So Ike wouldn't wake up.