South Park Oneshots

Style Angst Pt2

this one is pt2 of the chapter before it!!
(students are aged up to highschool)

I trudged up the steps to a green house. After standing in front of the door for a moment, I knocked. It opened to reveal tall a man wearing a kippah.

"Hi, Mr. Broflovski. Is Kyle home?"

"He is, but he won't come out of his room."

The man's words caused a heavy guilt to enter my conscience.

"Um, may I come in?"

"Sure," he stood to the side to allow me to enter. "He's upstairs."

"Alright..."

When I reached the top of the stairs, my fist lingered on the door. My knuckles turned white as they rested on the wood. My chest felt tight and I realized I had been holding my breath ever since stepping into the home. My hand slid away from the door, I shook my head. As soon as I turned to walk away, defeated by my own apprehensiveness, a muffled noise stopped me in my tracks.

I slowly pressed my ear against the door.

Hushed sobs and hiccups came from the room. The sounds would have gone completely unnoticed if I hadn't been listening so closely.

I'm a terrible person, aren't I?

I placed my glove hand over my mouth, and my eyebrows upturned involuntarily. "I really am sorry, Kyle."

My muffled apology made him quiet.

"It's fine, just go," he answered shakily.

"I'm not going to leave. Can I come in?"

"No," he snivled.

"C'mon, open up." I need to make things right.

Nothing but a sigh in response.

The lock clicked and the door creaked open a slight bit, the ginger boy peeked at me through the sliver.

"...How are you feeling?" The question made me feel stupid as soon as it left my mouth.

The crack became wider, and the boy that stood in front of me looked unreal. My words from last night had beaten him down; his abundance of curly hair was disheveled, his glossy eyes were red, his shirt had tear stains on it, and his hands were trembling.

Silently, he took a step back. I took this as permission to enter his room, I stepped in with my head held low.

"Well?" He prompted, sniffling.

My jaw tightened, "um, Kyle I'm-I'm sorry for what I said. I was just surprised about what you said and what you... about everything, you know? And still on edge from what happened with Wendy," my voice wavered, "I never meant to hurt my best friend so badly."

What kind of person says such hateful things to his best friend? I should have kept my mouth shut last night, or even just handled the situation with a little grace.

Tears suddenly burned my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I quickly wiped my face, I shouldn't be the one crying right now.

The boy pulled me into his chest, holding my head and rubbing my back. "It's ok, Stan."

I shook my head, now I was just getting even more tear stains on his clothes, "it's not, I'm so sorry."

"Yes it is. I forgive you, I'll always forgive you," he ran his fingers through my black hair before lifting my face by my chin. "You're still so perfect even when you're crying."

Is he going to kiss me again? I'll have to push him away like last night. I'm going to hurt him all over again.

Kyle got nose to nose with me, I could feel his nervous breathing against my lips. He connected us, and for once, I didn't feel the pain that Wendy had inflicted on my fragile heart.

Well, maybe I don't have to push him away this time.

I had never noticed how soft the ginger's plush lips were, or how careful he was in the placement of his wary hands. Everything he did was tailored to me, as to not make me uneasy.

As soon as I closed my eyes, he pulled away.

"You didn't shove me off," he stated, surprised at his own sentence.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I think... Maybe being without Wendy isn't so bad after all."

His arms around me tightened, "really?"

"Yeah," I hesitated, "I think I like you too, Kyle." I buried my blushing face in the crook of his neck.

"That's great Stan. Oh my God, this is great." I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

He put his hands on my shoulders and held me in front of him eagerly. His crooked smile stood out amongst all his previously sorrow filled features.

"Should we go out to celebrate? Should we go tell the guys? Should we go stick it to Wendy?"

I took in his unkempt appearance, then ran my mittens under my still teary and slightly swollen eyes. "Maybe we should just stay here for tonight. We're in no condition to go out."

"You're right," he nodded and released me to go kneel by his T.V. He dug around before pulling out a video game controler. "Wanna finish up last week's boss fight?"

"Hell yeah!"

We sat on the carpet in front of the television, I took my usual place on Kyle's right side.

We locked eyes, he grinned at me, "ready dude?"

"Mhm," I nodded.

He pressed 'continue game' and we settled in for a long night of button mashing and strategizing.

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IM SO GLAD Tw4eks_cOffeecup GAVE ME THIS IDEA I CAN BARELY STAND SAD ENDINGS😭 happy endings are where it's at frl🫶🏻 hope you liked it!!

-soy