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

chapter 3

Kyle heard the doorbell ring, and went to open the door.
There stood Stan, with an enormous bag, where Kyle could easily fit in. Twice.

Kyle chuckled.
'Jeez, what are you planning to do, kidnap me?'
Stan grinned.
'Maybe'
and than in a deeper voice;
'come here little boy, I have candy in my white van...'

They both laughed, until Kyle remembered why Stan was there, and the smile on his face immediately dissappeard.

Stan didn't noticed, and asked with a grin; 'so, are you ready to go?'

A few days ago, they agreed that they would go to the mall, so they could buy girl clothes for Stan's plan.

His plan went like this:

-first, they would dress Kyle up as a girl.
-than they would pretend that Kyle, or Katie, was Stan's girlfriend. (They decided to name girly Kyle Katie)
-than, if everything went good, Wendy would get jalous and would try to get Stan back.
-at the end, everyone was happy, and Kyle would be Stan's best man at their wedding.

Kyle wasn't happy with it, but he tried, because Stan was his bestfriend and his crush, so he thougt that if it would make Stan happy, he should be happy for him.

But even though he really tried to be happy, and making anóther promise to Ike, he couldn't stop hurting himself. Physically.
Now he wouldn't cut in his wrist anymore, but in his thighs, so that he was one hundred percent sure that Ike, or anybody else, wouldn't see it.

Inside the mall, the two boys didn't knew where to look first.
They both didn't really knew where they should go, and Stan suggested to first go find a wig.

Luckily, there even was a wig shop.
Kyle felt uncomfortable, looking and fitting all the wigs Stan picked out for him, but he still just pushed himself through.
At the end, (they were already forty- eight minutes busy finding a good and not too expensive one) they saw a long wig, wich had the same color as Kyle his hair. Kyle only had it on for two seconds, and Stan already clapped in his hands, almost yelling; 'YES THIS ONE! THIS ONE IS PERFECT'
Stan payed, and with big smile on his face he dragged Kyle to a clothing shop.
Kyle found it funny that Stan was so enthusiastic, and because he was spending alot of time with Stan, he didn't mind the purpose being that Stan got back together with his ex girlfriend.

In the clothing shop it was even more uncomfortable and awkward for both of them. Mostly, because they both didn't really knew where to be. But also because a bunch of girls were staring at them, while they were looking trough the skirts and croptops.

Kyle didn't expected to find much, he really didn't know what he should take.
'Eh...Stan, did you find anything yet?'
Stan was standing a little further away, Kyle couldn't see at what he was looking.
He already got an arm full of clothes, and was searching super focused.
Kyle thought to himself; 'God, he looks like a professional or somthing.'
And than, out loud, with a confused little smile on his face; 'hey, are you planning on giving me a whole new wardrobe or somthing?'
Stan looked him in the eye, dead serious, and answered; 'If you're gonna do it, you better do it right, honey.'
Kyle snorted, looked at Stan, and than saw that he really was only smiling a little bit.
'...you are really serious about this, aren't you...'
Stan his smile got bigger; 'Yeah, ofcourse I am! I mean, we are talking here about me getting Wendy back, and God, I'd do ANYTHING for that girl!'
Kyle felt his eyes getting wet, and felt the stabbing pain in his chest. He hided his face in his hands, pretending that he had something in his eye.
'Fuck...why do I have to be such a damned crybaby!' He thought, and he searched in his pocket.
When he found his knife, he pressed it against his hand, until his eyes were dry.
Stan noticed that he rubbed in his eyes, and asked; 'are you okay?' Kyle nodded.
Stan didn't believe it, but decided not to go on about it.
'good! So, are you ready for fitting all this stuff?'

Kyle looked at the clothes Stan gave him. He decided to first put on a long black dress, that looked kinda cute.

He looked at himself in the mirror.
Surprisingly, he didn't looked as bad as he thought as he would. He even... liked wearing the dress?
'No...no, that's weird! I..I do not like it!' He thought. But he knew that he was only fooling himself.
He also putted on the wig, to get the picture complete.

'Wahw...do I really look cute..or is it just me- goddammit, NO! It's already bad enough as it is!'

'Eh...Stan what do you think?' Kyle asked, with a cute  little blush on his face.
Stan his mouth fell open, and he didn't knew what to say. 'Y..you..you look...you...' 'fuck  I knew it. He thinks I look awful-' 'you are the cutest girl I've ever seen!' 'What?' Kyle said confused. This was not what he expected Stan to say.
Stan looked him up and down. 'God, Kyle, you always looked kinda cute but now...!'
'WAIT what!? Stan thinks I am cute? Stan just said that he thought that I am cute, right? Wha-'  Kyle his face went completely red, while Stan walked around him. His eyes rested on his ass, and than his chest. 'Do you think we need a bra?' He asked. He didn't wait for a response, but just walked away. 'Wait here.'

(A/n this is kinda what he'd look like:)
⚠️THE ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME⚠️)

A few minutes later, he came back witha small bra. 'I thought that this would be the easiest for you to fit in.'
'O-okay.'

When Kyle had the bra on Stan smiled.
'Perfect.' He said. Than he took Kyle's hand, said; 'my lady' and pressed his lips on Kyle's hand. Kyle his face got the same color as a tomato.
Stan felt with his fingers somthing on Kyle's hand. He saw the still fresh scar, all the others scars on his wrist. 
Stan frowned.
'How did you get this?'
Kyle panicked. 'Umh i- I Uh i-'  'how can I be so stupid- maybe if I say that it was an accident in the kitchen- no, fuck there are too many for that...'
'Ah, yes, uhm.. the..the neighbors have a cat..and um... she doesn't doesn't me.'
He tried to laugh believably. But apparently he was very bad at fake laughing, because Stan looked at him, still frowning, and said;
'Kyle...I am your bestfriend...you know that you can talk to me right?'
Kyle looked the other way, and nodded.
He felt tears comming up. Again.
Stan took Kyle's face in both his hands.
'Hey. It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?' Kyle  shook his head. He felt the tears rolling over his cheeks now. 'What would he do if he knew that i did this because of him...or actually, because I am...in love with him...?'
Stan hugged him tightly, and whispered; 'it's okay. I will always be here for you, you can talk whenever you're ready, mate.' 
Kyle was full on sobbing now, in Stan's arms. He wanted to stay like this. He wanted to freeze time, and just forever hug Stan. But ofcourse that couldn't be true. He didn't actually expected to stay forever like this, and he thougt that Stan would be the one to let him go first, but the voice that interrupted them, wasn't the voice that he expected...

'STAN!? Is that you?"

"Wendy?"