All This Over a Kiss [ Stan x Kyle ]

Chapter 13 ( TW F slur)

Stans POV

As expected, they suspended me. But I don't really care. My dad arrives to pick me up. The silence in the car is extremely loud. But my thoughts drown out everything.

My dad breaks the silence by saying, "why did you punch Eric, Stan" I decided to reply with, "he was just being a prick as usual," "that's not an answer Stanley, give me details or I'm gonna have to tell your mother," my father tells me sternly. My eyes widen in fear at the thought of my mother finding out. That can't happen.

I guess this is it, I'm gonna have to come out to my dad. I swallow and prepare myself. I start explaining what happened and I try my best to only out myself, not Kyle. He does not deserve that.

"Well, uhm..." I say. "Spit it out Stanley," he tells me. " I have a..." I'm stalling. My dad slams on the breaks and glares at me. I'm scared for everything. Everything is shit right not but I have to power through it.

"I have a boyfriend!" I finally manage to spit out. "And Cartman has been making fun of- no, He has been harassing us," I say. My voice is trembling. I stare at my dad wondering what his reaction will be

My dad slightly smiles at me, and says, "I'm proud of you, son." I'm relived to hear a good reaction. But the school still might tell my mom so I'm worried about that.

Im happy he supports me. He informs me he won't tell my mother to avoid lots of screaming. My parents have always gotten into severe arguments over small things. And this was a big thing so I can't imagine what would happen.

Everything is calm again until my dad says, "who's the lucky boy," my heart sinks once again. I say, "I don't think he would be ok with me telling," I fear for Kyle and I fear for myself. I don't know what his parents think, and my dad kind of has a big mouth.

My dad, being my dad says, "I won't tell his parents or anything, I probably don't even know 'em." Well he definitely does know them. He's actually really good friends with them. So I know it will slip, but my dad is going to make me, so all I can think to myself is "I'm sorry kyle"

I mumble, "fine..." and I begin to say, "it's Kyle. Kyle Broflovski," my dads eyes widen in shock. He says, "if he hurts you I'll-" " yeah, yeah" I cut him off. He's such a stereotypical dad.

We arrive home to see my mom, angrily waiting for us, we'll more like waiting for me. "Stanley Marsh!" She yells. Me and my dad nervously look at each other.

My mom says, " I saw your twitter post from a few days ago," she yells, nearly screaming. My first thought was why the fuck was she on my twitter account? But now was not the time for questions. All I could feel was anger and sadness.

I ran up to my room and started packing. I was gonna run away to Kyles house. I couldn't be here, at least now right now. Maybe I would come back, maybe I wouldn't. At least I have one parent who loves me.

I walk downstairs with a small bag. "Where do you think your going, young man?" My mom says, pausing her argument with my dad. "Kyles." I say with no emotion. My mom says "oh no you aren't, I forbid you from seeing that boy, he's turned you into a fag!" Hearing my own mother say that was heartbreaking, but I walked out the door anyway, not showing any emotion.

I felt a tear run down my cheek while I walked out. I could hear my parents screaming even though I closed the door.