All this over a kiss- volume 2~

Chapter 7

Stan's POV~

On the way there, I couldn't help but cry. I was gonna miss Kenny, and butters and Tweek and Craig, heck I might even miss Cartman a little. Just because they all were a part of my life for so damn long and now I'm barely gonna see them.

I know I'm being over dramatic but when it comes to my dad, no matter how far he moves, he forgets about the place before.

Most of all I'm going to miss kyle. When you become so close to someone and spend all of your time with them it hurts when you don't get to see them as much. I hope he isn't crying like I am, all I want is his happiness.

"What's up with you?" My dad asks. I can't help but snap at him. "The fuck do you mean 'what's
Up with me?' You let me get close to someone, then out of the blue just take me away from him?" I ask angrily.

My dad is shocked but he seems to understand. "This is about Kyle isn't it." He asks. I just nod in sorrow. "Look son, there's gonna be many boyfriends that come and go in your life. Kyle is just the first one," my dad informs me.

"No you don't understand. Kyle he's different I- I love him!" My words start falling apart. Tears are running down my face as I realize the words my dad is saying are true.

I start to wonder if Kyle will actually miss me. He's just so perfect he could find someone new in absolutely no time.

The tears sting my eyes. The silence between me and my dad make it worse. I pull out my earbuds and stay silent for the rest of the ride, I don't want anymore deep conversations that make me question the only good things in my life.

I notice I haven't gotten a text from Kyle this whole car ride. He probably is busy doing something else. Time passes and the tears on my cheeks never dry.

Kyles POV~

After Stan left I ran back up to my room and immediately started crying my eyes out. I think about texting him but I don't want to make things worse by talking about it. I don't think that would make anything better.

For now all I can do is cry. Cry until there's nothing left. Just numbness. Hours pass and I hear a knock at the door. I'm not ready for company but I know my mom will scold me if I don't answer.

"Who is it," I say, my voice muffled through the pillow. "How are you holding up big bro?" Ike asks, as he slowly cracks open the door.

Oddly enough, I'm kind of joyed to see my brother is there. Ike sits on the bed next to me.

"Hey I don't really understand that love, romance stuff, but I try to be supportive," Ike let's me know. "Thanks," I say, lifting my head from the pillow for the first time since Stan left.  "I think you should come down for dinner," Ike says.

Dinner? Didn't Stan leave at noon? How long has it been!? But "oh ok," is all that escapes my lips. I'm too drained to talk, move, and I definitely can't eat.

I head downstairs and find my spot at the table. "Why don't you grab some dinner love," my mom suggests. All that I say is a small grunting noise. I stand up from my chair once again to go grab my food, which I don't want.

Once I have my food and I'm sitting down again, I start picking at my food with my fork. My dad rolls his eyes at me. I can't be here right now.

I take my plate into the kitchen even though I'm not done and head out the door to go to Kenny's house.

I knock at the door, looking miserable. I'm not wearing my hat which is a rare, pretty much once in a life-time occurrence, and I'm wearing a black hoodie. It reminds me of the time Stan went emo.

Stan. God why can't I stop thinking about him? It's like my entire life revolves around him. He is the best after all...

Kenny opens the door and looks stunned. "dude what the fuck happened?" He asks me. I just walk into his house.

Kenny's POV~

Holy shit what happened to Kyle? He looks like an absolute wreck, and he isn't wearing his hat and that makes me concerned.

I lead kyle up to my bedroom and sit him down on my torn up comforters. "Shoo," I say, as a rat runs out from underneath my bed. Kyle giggles a little bit through his tiredness.

Kyle explains what happened with Stan moving and Wendy at the amusement park. It makes me so upset with her, I always thought of her as a good friend to all of us. But I know people can change considering, well, me.

I pat Kyle on the back. I know this is going to be hard for him. He does not deal with things too well, I'm not saying he overreacts he just is strongly affected by small things. Feelings can be tricky.

I tell Kyle that all of our friend group will be here for him since he doesn't get to see Stan as much. "Can I stay here for the night?" Kyle asks me.  "Of course but, you know my place isn't really sleepover material whatever that means," I say, half serious, half joking.

"Dude I don't care I just wanna hang out with you," Kyle let's me know. He is such a good friend. Everyone else who has been to my house always had something to comment about the smell, the quality, the food or something else. But. Kyle stopped saying those things after 4th grade. Kyle, unlike most people ( cough cough Cartman) grew up.

I'm sure everything will work out between Stan and Kyle. They are so perfect together that at one point, Stan and Kyle just became, style. Probably even before they were dating.

Authors note: I'm sorry that my writings are so fucking over dramatic. Like it's a whole ass teen-drama movie when the smallest thing happened. I'm sorry for this it's just kinda the way I write.

I also tried to make this chapter (and future chapters) longer. Probably at least 800 words.