the Truth of the Relationship

Ch.5: Bendy

Kyle's POV:

I wake up and feel like crying for the first time in a long time. I hit Stan in the face, thinking he was Ike. "Ike, if you had a nightmare, why didn't you wake me up?" I said, in an annoyed tone.

I tried leaving, but Stan held on to me tighter and responded with, "No." That was when I realized it was Stan.

How could I confuse him with Ike? Ike is literally Canadian, meaning he looks way different than everyone else in South Park.

I think I'm just not thinking right, and neither is Stan. Normally, I'd push him off and get down, but he won't let me. How is he so strong while he's half-asleep?

I'm on the basketball team, for god's sake. I thought I was stronger than him. Why is he like this? Why am I in love with this sad excuse for a human anyway?

"Staaaaaaaan," I whine, only getting a groan in return. If anyone walks in, we're done for. We'll never hear the end of it. Well, he might. I won't. Clyde and Bebe would make fun of me for the rest of my life!

Oh, right. I always lock the door. Thank Yahweh.

But ignoring that, it's Saturday. We have no school, so I have no reason to rush. I'll just go back to sleep with the knowledge that no one can come in. I think. I hope? I don't know. I'd check, but you know.

- - -

I wake up at the same time Stan does. He's moving around and stretching with his eyes closed, so I'll pretend like I'm still asleep. If he knows I'm awake, I know it'll be extremely awkward.

When he's done stretching, he doesn't move an inch. Does he know I'm awake? No, he's leaving. As soon as he gets into the bathroom, I pretend to wake up and I get out of my room. I still gotta feed all these animals.

I should get Tolkien to help me. He cooks 10x better than me, right? As I enter Ike's room, I see Clyde scrolling through TikTok and Tolkien watching with him. Tolkien has his arms wrapped around Clyde, which shocks me because I didn't think Tolkien liked physical touch.

Somehow, they're too distracted to realize I'm here. I take a quick picture and run out to the kitchen as Clyde yells my name, clearly embarrassed. Oh shoot, did I ruin their moment? Oh, well. Too bad for them, I guess.

They're out here acting like Craig and Tweek, yet still can't realize each other's feelings. Or maybe they did overnight, just like I planned.

I still gotta feed these oblivious motherfuckers, though. I'll just make them avocado toast with bacon and coffee for breakfast. I have tons of avocados, glad I can use them instead of letting them rot.

I have to go and tell them breakfast's ready, knowing Clyde and Bebe are gonna call me their mom again. They should calm down, I'm not trynna steal Tolkien's role (he only ever cooks for Clyde and his family).

I quietly head to my parents room to scare Wendy and Bebe when I walk in, but to my surprise, they're still asleep. And they're cuddling.

I knew Craig and Tweek were gonna cuddle, but what's up with everyone cuddling last night? Is my house a cuddling curse or something?

"Wake up, fags! It's time to go shopping!" I yell in a mocking tone. I love mocking metrosexuals because seeing their reaction is so hilarious.

They both wake up in sync and Wendy looks at me with a shocked expression. Don't know why she's shocked though, so I guess it's a girl thing.

"'W: Oh. My. God. Kyle!'

'K: What?'

'B: Yeah, Wendy. What? Why are you so shocked?'