South Park Shorts

We'll Get Through This Together {Requested}

This is kind of part 2 from my last oneshot

Warnings: Self Harm, Eating Disorder, Insomnia (maybe??)

  It's been about two days and Stan has been staying with Kenny. No matter how many times he's checked his phone, he got nothing from Kyle. No calls or messages. But Stan has been checking his socials, seeing that Kyle hasn't posted anything.

"Checking Kyle's instagram again?"
Kenny asked, walking back into his bedroom.

"Yeah."
Stan sadly answers.

"Why don't you go apologize? It's clear that you miss him, seeing that you're checking your phone for notifications from him every ten minutes."
The blonde says.

"I do miss him! But what if he doesn't miss me?"
The boy replied.

"Are you fucking stupid?"
He asked.
"Of course he misses you! God."

"Alright fine. I'll go apologize. If I come back, I think you know what happened."
Stan claimed, getting off from the floor and grabbing his bag.

  He made it back to his and Kyle's house. Stan was already have second thoughts. What if Kyle was actually done with him? Or his apology just wasn't good enough? Well, he was already here. He might as well do it and find out what happens.

  Stan knocks on the door, it took a moment but the door finally opened. Kyle stood in front of him. He seemed tired, half lidded eyes that showed immediate annoyance, dark eye bags and soft music playing in the background. Stan didn't know what to say, it was clear Kyle was still upset with him.

"Uh hey Kyle."
He greeted, stuttering and not really know how to go about this.
"Look, I'm sorry for what happened the other night. You were right, my drinking has gotten out of control and I'll try my best to change and fix my problem."

Kyle didn't look amused, he shook his head, a fake smile appearing on his face.
"I know I've made up that excuse before but I'm being serious now. I won't go out with the guys Friday and I'll stay here and we can do anything you want. I want to prove to you that I still care about you and I need you. I know it'll take more than one night but I love you and I just want you to take me back."
Stan added, not letting Kyle get the chance to respond.

  His eyes softened a bit, even if it was hard to notice. Stan saw it. Kyle rubbed his wrist a bit and pulling his sleeve all the way down. It was getting warmer out, why would he be wearing his thickest hoodie?

  Kyle moves out the doorway and gestures for him to come inside. If he was being honest, there wasn't really much he could say. He forgave him and that's that. Stan immediately walked in, throwing his bag down and giving him the biggest hug we could give. Kyle knew how much this meant to him. He was never the type to give hugs, especially one like this. He hugged back, trying his best not to make it awkward. Stan showered his face with kisses. Kyle didn't mind, he never did. But when Stan stopped, he became serious again, like he was at the door step just a few minutes prior.

"Is everything alright? You look extremely tired. And it's like seventy degrees outside, you shouldn't be wearing a hoodie!"
Stan claimed.

"I'm fine. I was about to take a nap and I usually sleep with hoodies."
Kyle excused, walking back to the living room.

  Stan followed him. The music didn't stop and in fact, it got a tad bit louder. He figured it was from the Alexa. There was some muted cartoons playing on the tv and a pillow and their comforter on the couch. Kyle never slept on the couch, if they got into an argument, where neither of them walked out of the house, Stan was always the one to sleep on the couch.

"Are you sure you're ok? You never sleep on the couch and you're sweating!"
Stan asked again.

"I said I'm fine. Quit asking me."
Kyle sternly responded. It was like he snapped. Stan knew he was a hothead but he never got frustrated or anything over someone, especially Stan, checking up on him.

"Alright. My bad. Just making sure you're ok. Are you hungry at all? When's the last time you ate?"
The raven haired boy wondered.

Kyle hesitated to answer. So, he stayed silent, just for a moment.
"I haven't ate since you left."
He mumbled, hoping Stan didn't hear him. But his plan backfired.

"What? Are you serious? Kyle, you know that isn't good for you. What do you want to eat? I'll order or make anything you want!"
Stan exclaimed, getting up from the couch.

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later."
The redhead replied, his voice still low and quiet.

"No way. You haven't eaten in two days, you are eating right now."
He claimed, grabbing Kyle's hand, that rested on his thigh and pulled him so he would get up. Instead, his sleeve rolled up, revealing new, fresh scars.

"Kyle..?"
Stan said softly, gently pulling the taller boy closer to him.
"Hey, it's alright. It's being to be ok, I promise. We can work through this together."

Kyle's eyes teared up, threatening to spill.
"You weren't supposed to find out."
He muttered, being pulled into another hug. This time, more sweet and comforting. It was a light touch but that touch made Kyle feel something. Something he wasn't able to explain.

"I know I wasn't, I'm so sorry. I love you so much." Stan comforted, whispering and kissing his cheek.

"I don't know why I did it."
The redhead mumbled.
"I guess I was just upset and I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it and I will never do it again. I swear."

"Hey. Don't apologize. If I didn't go out Friday none of this would've happened."
The other boy whispered.

"I know but I still shouldn't have done this. I haven't eaten since Friday, or drank anything. I haven't slept and I fucking hurt myself over this."
Kyle said.

"It's alright. We'll get through this together. We'll clean up your scars and then you're going to eat something and then we'll go to bed. Right now, you don't get a say. You have to take care of yourself." Stan claimed, bringing him to the bathroom.

"Do you even know how to clean cuts and stuff?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, of course I do. Remember when I had that skateboarding phase when we were fourteen? I needed to learn how to!"
The boy answered, laughing a bit at the memories.

"Yeah. Still didn't get that ollie down, did you?"
The redhead joked.

"Still working on it."
Stan said, putting the rubbing alcohol all over Kyle's wrist.
"Remember when Cartman tried it?"

"Don't even get me started! He couldn't even stand on the damn thing!"
Kyle laughed, wincing at the small burn on his wrist.

"Then he cried to his mom about it! It was so funny!" 

  After a few minutes, Kyle's cuts were clean and they were both in a much better mood talking about their favorite childhood memories. Soon enough, they went back to the kitchen and Stan made Kyle a cheese quesadilla. It was hard but the redhead finally ate it. Then suddenly, they were laying back down on the couch. Stan holding Kyle as they watched tv and fell asleep.

You can tell I got real lazy at the end. I planned for this to be put earlier but that's just my luck I guess!! Also I didn't reread to to fix any mistakes so my bad if there's any misspelling or grammar.