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

chapter 4

'Wendy?'

Stan let immediately go of Kyle. Kyle tried to wipe his face clean, and hided his wrist.
'Oh my gaaaaawd, Staaaan what are you doing hereeee?'
(A/n sorry her voice- in my head- it just sounds too funny-)
'Uh I- I am on a date with hi- with her.'
Wendy looked like someone had punched her in the face without any warning. Than, she looked Kyle up and down, and narrowed her eyes. 'Mmmh...do I know her? Her face looks so familiar.'
Stan panicked a little, and said way too fast; 'No! Uh, I mean, I don't think so, she is new in town.'
'Hm..okay, I must've mistaken, than. Anyways, I am having a party Monday, do you two want to come?'
(A/n it's vacation) 
'Yeah! Well be there!'
'Okay, see you later than!'Wendy said, and she hugged Stan. Stan blushed, and Kyle felt like complete shit. 'And, see you at the party...uhm...?'
'Katie- m- my name is Katie' Kyle said a little higher than his usual voice.
'Okay, see you later Katie.'
Wendy said, and she walked away. Kyle noticed that she was swinging her hips a little.

'Man, did you see that!, did you see her reaction when I said that we are dating?
And than- she- she hugged! She hugged me, mate! Oh man this works so good!'

Stan sounded like he completely forgot that Kyle was crying, only five minutes ago.

Kyle got himself so far that he smiled.
'Y- yeah, that's great...'

'Okay, do you wanna fit the rest of the clothes or... do you want to stop?'

Kyle thought; 'come on, get over it, he's your super best friend, he's got to be happy!'
'Nah, it's okay. I'll just fit all of them!'

(A/n here is fanart I found-
It DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!)

When Kyle got home, he still felt like someone was holding his heart in a chokehold. He fast ran up the stairs, to hide the enormous bag of girlclothes,
Before his mum started asking him stuff.

He let himself fall on his bed and felt tears welling up. Again. He made sure that his door was locked this time, took of his pants, took his pocket knife and started cutting in his thighs. While he did so, he felt that he stopped crying. And the pain in his chest got less. But instead of that, his thigh was covered in blood.
'God I am so pathetic. I am a pathetic failure... ofcourse Stan doesn't like me, who would like this mess!? I...I want to d-'

Ping!

He got a message on his phone, and suddenly got a clear mind.'fuuuck, why can't I just stop, I promised Ike I would-'
He looked at his phone and saw that it was Stan.

{Hey mate, are you okay?}

Waw. It was like he knew.

{I just really wanted to make sure that you are :)}

He knew. He definitely knew. Kyle almost got up to search in his room for hidden cameras.

Ping!

Another text from Stan.

{So, about that party, you will come right? I will pick you up at 9:30! And, I'd suggest that you wear the skirt, thigh highs, and the corset :>. Or maybe a sweater. LOL idk if it's gonna be outside or inside.}

Oh. The party. Right. Kyle let himself fall on his bed again, without answering the texts.

He had fallen asleep, but woke up his mom who yelled that dinner was ready.
He texted;
{OK, is good}
To Stan, and putted fast his pants back on.
He felt pain from were the jeans rubbed over his wounds.

'Mum, can I go to a party Monday?'
Kyle asked, in the sweet voice he used when he wanted to get somthing done from his parents.
His dad looked up from his plate.
'Wel, at what hour does it start, honey? And do we need to bring you?'
His parents always cared alot for him and Ike, and they could basically get anything done from them.
'Stan wanted to pick me up at 9:30, dad. And he can bring me back home, too!'
His mom and dad looked at eachother.
They asked the question that Kyle hoped they wouldn't ask.
'Can we see your wrists, darling?'
He didn't want to, but he did showed them. Luckily for Kyle, they knew absolutely nothing about self harm scars.
His dad clapped in his hands and said; we are so proud that they are almost going away!' His mom smiled and hugged him. 'You are beautiful. You are my beautiful child'
Ike didn't said anything about the day before. Probably because he didn't want his big brother to get into trouble because of him.
Kyle felt guilty. He had such sweet parents, such a sweet little brother, great friends, and still he managed to be sad...and suicidal.

'You can go to that party, honey!'
'Thanks, mum!'

Stan heard the doorbell ringing and heard that his parents opened the door.
He just putted the clothes that Stan wanted him to wear in a bag, and stumbled downstairs.
There stood Stan, talking to his dad.
'Maybe he can stay over at my place? So you guys don't have to wake up when he comes home?'
'Oh that's a lovely idea, boy! If he wants to, it's good for us!'
Kyle showed up and said with a smile; 'so I can stay over?'
'Yes, it's okay darling.'
'Okay, see you guys later! Bye mum, bye dad!'
'Bye honey!'
'Oh, and darling, don't drink too much, because you father and I both did really stupid things when we drank too much..'
'Yeah, that's how we met-'
'OKAY ENOUGH ALREADY'
Stan was already at his dad's car, and gniffled while unlocking it.

'Are you gonna dress up in the car?' Stan asked, because Kyle had a bag and his normal clothes still on.
'Y-yeah, I mean, if my mum would see me in a skirt and with a wig, I think that she would go crazy.' Stan grinned.

When they were driving, climbed Kyle  in the back seat, and took of his normal clothes to change it for Katie's clothes.
The things he had packed were; a short black skirt a black corset and thigh highs. 'Katie' had a total different style than he had. But, he basically just wore what his mom got him.
He also tried girl panties on, but he wasnt sure if that was necessary.
But when Stan said laughing; 'Yeah, I think that's better, cuz boxers and a short skirt, that doesn't really go well.'
He kept them on.
It didn't exactly feel super comfortable, but it was okay.

When he climbed back to the front, Stan's eyes scanned him up and down. 'You look...great...' He mutterd, while he looked back at the road.
Kyle started blushing, and to give himself somthing to do, wich was not just sitting in the car awkwardly, he started playing with his wig.
Apparently it was warm in the car, cuz he saw a light blush on Stan's face.
'Strange. It's kinda chilly...but maybe it's just cuz he's wearing thicker clothes. He wouldn't be sick, would he?'

When they arrived, Kyle pressed his hand on Stan's forhead. 'Wh-what are you doing?'
Kyle said as serious as he could; 'I don't know, but I've seen adults do this when they think that someone's sick.'
Stan snorted and they both started to laugh. 'No, seriously, are you okay? You were blushing in the car, but it was not warm or anything.'
Stan looked flustered.
'N- no I am fine. Thanks for checking, super best friend.'
Kyle smiled.