kept away.

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~Kyles pov~
holy shit.. we're so much in trouble..
"Stan let go of me.."
I mumbled
Stan let go of me and looked at me.
"My mom caught us." I whispered,
my mom was covering her eyes sobbing.
she slowly back away and left my room
"Get changed NOW."
I yelled,

after we changed we went downstairs..
We saw Sharon and my mom sitting together talking.
"Stan..?"
Stans mom was shocked and looked at Stan blankly
"What?"
My mom looked at me with a dead stare
"Kyle And Stanley. Sit down. Please."
I went to the couch sitting next to Stan,
"Dude we're fucked fucked."
"I know."
.
my mom and Sharon looked at us,
"Okay boys. Be honest. Have you two been doing-"
"Holy Shit mom. It's Not a big deal. Ike saw you and dad Done it so many times."
"Yea but This is different, 17 and male."
"MALE. SO WE ARE TALKING ABOUT GENDERS? God your so ridiculous, you homophobic asshole."
"KYLE. YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT."
"Whatever."
"Go to Your room."
"Fuck you."
I went to my room and began to cry
"I fucking hate this so much."
-Stan's POV~
"okay Stanley.."
"Like Kyle said. It's Not a big deal."
"No we're trying to say that you two need to avoid eachother,"
"What."
"Yea."
"aint no Way."
I got up leaving the house,
Fuck this shit.
As I was walking I saw Kenny and butters together
"Yo! Stan! What's wrong?"
Kenny looked at me
"My mom and Kyles mom is saying not to interact with eachother."
"Dude why."
".. you don't wanna know"
"Cmon tell me."
"Me and Kyle uh."
I looked at him and he completely understood.
"OHHH! I understand.."
"Cya dude."
"Cya."
I Continued walking back home.
-
"Finally I made it."
I went inside, and felt myself weak,
We are 17.. who cares? We're old enough...
i went in my room and went on my phone,
~messages~
Stan- hey Kyle u good?
Stan- Kyle?
Stan- kyle
Stan-kyleeeeee
<system: Unable to send message>
~
What the fuck?
I cant send The Message,
Did he block me??..
...
I got up. I could feel myself about to fall.
"Why.."
"STAN MARSH."
I heard a yell from downstairs..
Oh my FUCKING god.
I ran to my door to lock it and began to sob
"Were 17.. were old enough."
I heard knocking on the door,
I dare myself not to open it
"Stan. Open the door"
It was my mom
"No."
"Im not mad, open the door."
I unlocked the door
And opened it,
"Hand me Your phone."
"What.. Why."
My mom look serious,
I gave my phone and slammed the door,
Ridiculous..
~kyles POV~
"YOUNG MAN I DO NOT TOLERATE THIS IN MY OWN HOUSE."
"WERE 17, WE CAN DO WHAT WE CAN."
"BUT TWO MALES??.."
"..."
"I didn't mean it like that-"
"Your homophobic. Aren't you.?"
"Bubbie no.. im just.. surprised.."
"BullSHIT."
I ran in my room and slammed the door behind..
My mom.. homophobic??
I hate this day so much.

IM SORRY THAT THIS IS SHORT. PROMISE ME I WILL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER LONGER!!
BYEEEEE!

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